Chapter 908

"I know, it's to trace Edward's dance moves; there should be some information contained inside, like numbers, letters, or something."

Huang Minghao, through Lin Yu's mirror image deduction from the previous stage, immediately thought that it might be a hint of letters or numbers.

"This is a 'Y' and a mirrored 'M'."

Yang Mi tilted her head, confused.

"YM?"

"Isn't that Sister Mi's name?"

Seeing Peng Peng scratched his head, guessing.

"Hahaha, what a mess."

"It's not right!"

"It makes no sense."

A full five minutes.

This stage really stumped everyone.

The information given was just too little.

"Yixing, what kind of movement is this in dance?"

Da Zhangwei asked.

"This should belong to a small jump in ballet; I don't know the specific professional ballet terms."

Zhang Yixing previously focused on wild beast-style dancing and knew very little about this kind of classical dance.

"It can't have anything to do with dance moves."

"It won't involve knowledge in such professional fields."

Huang Minghao waved his hand, very firm.

Although many stage designs in 'Escape Room' are imaginative, they are all within conventional thinking that can be understood; it's impossible for them to be so professional and complicated.

Numbers!

Colors!

Letters!

Movements!

Directions!

Everyone made a speculation for every angle.

But almost none of them could get a reasonable explanation.

"Is it possible the clue is on the fountain pen?"

Lin Yu narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Since the lock is fine, the answer might be on the key."

"Makes sense."

After Huang Minghao said this, he carefully examined the fountain pen.

And wrote a few words on the paper.

"Uh..."

"This seems to be an ordinary fountain pen; there's nothing special about it."

After everyone passed it around,

They indeed discovered it was no different from an ordinary fountain pen.

"Sorry."

And when it was Seeing Peng Peng's turn, he didn't hold the pen steady, and it rolled under the bed.

"This, who can help me get it out! Please."

Although Da Zhangwei had confirmed before that there was nothing under the bed, Seeing Peng Peng still didn't dare to reach in, fearing that a hand would reach out from a dark corner and grab him in.

Lin Yu shook his head with a bitter smile and squatted down.

Looking for the fountain pen that had fallen under the bed.

But he unexpectedly discovered that the fountain pen was firmly attached to the corner of the bed.

Magnetic!?

"I know the secret of the fountain pen and this painting."

Lin Yu had a flash of inspiration in his brain.

Live stream room.

"Nani! Brother Yu, what do you know?"

"What's the situation? Just from the pen falling to the floor, the line of thought opened up?"

"An apple falling from a tree let Newton invent the law of universal gravitation; Seeing Peng Peng dropped a pen, and Brother Yu guessed the puzzle of this round?"

"Hahahahaha! This works too?"

"Is there some special strange substance under this bed?"

"Seeing Peng Peng: Fortunately I was witty, otherwise I would have touched a brain under the bed."

"Hahaha! Dying of laughter."

"......"

Monitoring room.

The program directing team was also bewildered.

They had already taken away the important information for this stage.

Just from picking up a pen.

Lin Yu could figure it out?

That's not very likely!

Under the lens.

"We all thought about the problem too complicatedly."

"Look!"

Lin Yu held the fountain pen.

And leaned close to the picture frame on the wall.

Only hearing a crisp "ding" sound, the fountain pen was actually attached to the metal picture frame.

"Ah! What is the situation?"

"Could it be..."

"Could it be that this picture frame is made of magnets?"

Seeing Peng Peng widened his eyes, dazed.

？？？

And the other team members were looking at Seeing Peng Peng like he was an idiot.

This kid must have been scared silly!

What is he saying here!

"Uh... Seeing Peng Peng."

"Let's just say, is there a possibility that the fountain pen is a magnet?"

Yang Mi curled her lips, trying her best not to laugh.

"Then that means there's something inside this painting?"

Huang Minghao's reaction was very fast, blurted out.

Lin Yu didn't sell it, directly holding the fountain pen like a stethoscope and moving it across the painting.

Sure enough, in the bottom left corner.

He clearly felt the suction change.

Along Edward's posture in the oil painting.

Just like a maze route.

He moved the thing hidden in the painting out.

"Ding-dang."

And when the key fell to the ground, everyone's head buzzed.