Chapter 113 Need a Handy Weapon

Zizi.

There was a sound, like the sound of snowflakes from an old-fashioned TV.

Zheng Xun woke up from the darkness, opened his eyes, and gradually regained consciousness.

A strange room.

Very quiet.

Zheng Xun quickly sat up from the bed and looked around.

Like a bedroom, it was relatively simple, with no decorations except for a few necessary pieces of furniture.

It was a bit like a cheap roadside hotel, with only a single bed, a wardrobe and a TV.

The TV suddenly lit up, attracting Zheng Xun's attention.

The screen was filled with snowflakes, and after two or three seconds, it turned off again.

Silence returned.

Zheng Xun looked down at the ground, which was paved with floorboards, and the peeling and wear were quite serious. It seemed that this house was old.

Looking up, there was a ceiling fan and a white light tube on the ceiling, which emitted a not-so-bright light.

In addition to the ceiling fan and light tube, there was also a vent surrounded by a metal mesh.

There was only one window in the room, which was closed. It was blocked by heavy curtains. The window is very narrow, and the curtains only have one side, not two.

Zheng Xun got out of bed to check, and found that the window was locked and could be opened.

It was dark outside, without a trace of light, and it was unclear what was there.

For safety reasons, it was better to lock the window again.

Zheng Xun hooked his fingers and slid down the metal lock on the window frame, then pulled the curtains up to restore it to its previous state.

There was another door in the room.

The door and the wardrobe were in the same direction. Zheng Xun opened the door of the wardrobe first, and it was empty inside, except for five metal hangers without clothes.

The door lock of the room door was broken, and it seemed that there was no time to find a master to repair it. There was only a padlock on it with a password.

Do you need to solve a puzzle?

Zheng Xun came to the TV. He tried to turn on the TV, but the signal was not good, only snow.

It was a bit noisy.

He turned off the TV and found that there was a wooden cabinet underneath, with only one drawer and no lock.

Zheng Xun opened the drawer, and inside was a small repair tool box, which contained common tools such as electric pens, wire cutters, screwdrivers, and electric pens.

He took out the tool box, which seemed to be the only clue provided at present.

Zheng Xun returned to the bedside. The bed was made of steel frame, and there was a gap underneath. He bent down to check, and there was nothing except dust.

Zheng Xun sat back on the bed, he needed to sort out the current situation.

In his impression, he and Cheng Jie stood side by side outside the White Tower in the last second.

The sound of the clock sounded at that time, and in the ears of others, it was the sound of the second hand moving.

But in Zheng Xun's ears, it was different.

He heard a voice reading the name, and the voice seemed to have been processed, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women.

He heard the names of everyone who disappeared before him.

Yang Huan, Xi Li, Yan Lingqing, You Xueshan, Gu Xiuqi...

Zheng Xun.

There were six people in total, and the last one was him.

It seemed that they were six random players selected by the newly arrived White Tower.

Because he was suddenly pulled into the dungeon this time, Zheng Xun had no chance to simulate at all.

This dungeon was completely new to him.

Brand new meant unknown and dangerous.

He could only rely on instinct and past experience to deal with it.

Zheng Xun rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. The alcohol still made his brain a little dull, but it was much better than when he just came out of the restaurant.

I hope it won't cause any trouble later.

Now he was locked in this strange room in front of him. The window was not locked, which meant it was not the correct escape exit.

If he had jumped down easily just now, he might be dead now.

The door was locked and there was a password on it, so it was more likely that he left through the door.

So the first task now is to find the password?

Because he was in a completely unfamiliar environment, for safety reasons, Zheng Xun planned to take his weapon out of the cloud space first.

He touched the bracelet on his left hand, and it was still there.

But it seemed to have turned off automatically, and the screen was black.

Zheng Xun put his thumb on the screen of the bracelet, and after three seconds, it would automatically turn on.

...

However, it didn't turn on this time.

Zheng Xun was a little confused.

He tried twice more, but still failed.

The bracelet could not be turned on.

The bracelet was half the life of the White Tower players. Zheng Xun would charge it every night and check whether it could be used normally.

So it was not out of power, nor could it be broken.

It just could not be turned on.

This was really a big trouble.

The bracelet could not be turned on, which meant that neither the subordinates nor the weapons could be used.

Zheng Xun had never encountered such a situation before.

He frowned tightly.

This dungeon was not simple. It not only summoned players randomly, but also restricted the use of players' bracelets.

This was a very scary thing. The lack of weapons and subordinates meant that all the monsters in this dungeon were unsolvable for them.

Zheng Xun was not exaggerating. There is a saying that magic defeats magic, and only the weapons of the White Tower can kill the boss of the White Tower.

Now that he had no weapons, he was basically a lamb to be slaughtered.

I don't know if other players are in the same situation as him.

Thinking that he had become so passive, Zheng Xun's head hurt even more.

He put his fingers on his temples again and rubbed them. His eyes casually fell on the window and then stopped.

…

Maybe… it’s not completely hopeless?

Zheng Xun carried the toolbox and came to the window. He then took down the TV and put it on the floor. He dragged the cabinet with the TV under the window and stepped on it.

He took down the curtain rod.

Because the window was narrow, the curtains were not that long, so the length of the curtain rod was also very convenient, about 1.5 meters.

It fits in his hand just right.

Zheng Xun couldn't be more satisfied.

With the weapon, he naturally felt more confident. He preferred to push forward rather than solve puzzles, so he had to have a handy tool in his hand.

After the curtain rod was removed, he returned to the middle of the house.

There was a digital code on the lock, a total of three digits.

Zheng Xun looked around the room again. There was nothing in the room that could be related to numbers...

Nothing at all.

He came to the door and looked at the lock again, holding it in his palm and studying it carefully.

As the beginning of the copy, the code should not be too difficult.

Zheng Xun thought about it in his mind and checked the lock over and over again.

He really figured out something.

On the front of the metal lock, where the lock brand is, there is a pattern of a white tower.

Below the pattern is a line of small English words. I thought it was the English name of the product, but it actually hides a secret.

same and more.

There is a hint like this above.

Looking for the same thing, and the number is not unique?

Zheng Xun half-squatted and recalled the items he had just seen.

There are five identical hangers in the closet.

There are three ceiling fans above the head.

What else...

Zheng Xun turned his head and looked up and down the room with his dark eyes.

There is only one curtain, the windows are asymmetrical, and the number of TV, bed, closet, lamp... these are all one.

Floor?

But the number of floors must be more than nine. The limit of the password for each position of this lock is 2-9.

Zheng Xun's eyes circled the room twice, and finally fell on the metal mesh of the vent.

The net is white with vertical bars on it. I counted them. The number is 11 including the four sides, and 7 without the borders.

Are the three numbers 5, 3, and 7?

The order is unknown, so I can only try them one by one.

Fortunately, there are only 6 possible results of these three numbers.

Zheng Xun took turns trying.

537, no.

573, no.

357.

Click.

There was a slight turning sound from the lock core, and the lock ring on it popped open automatically.

It seems that this is the correct password.

Zheng Xun stood up holding the lock and was about to open it.

Suddenly, there was a violent knock on the door outside!

Bang, bang, bang!

Zheng Xun's eyes were stern, and he immediately put the lock back, and his fingers quickly fiddled with the password.

Someone outside the door was shouting, a man's voice.

"Is anyone there! Is there any player here! Come out quickly! There is a monster crawling out from under the bed! The password is 357! I figured it out!"