Clown Game
Chapter 159 - 159 152 Numbers Six

Chapter 159: Chapter 152 Numbers Six Chapter 159: Chapter 152 Numbers Six Dr. Zhang certainly knew that Liu Yi handed over the mirror for him to try and use it to see the writing on the paper… if that sheet of paper was face up.

Not to mention whether this idea was feasible, just from this action alone, it was clear that this mental patient’s reaction speed was extremely fast. Almost immediately after shouting, when no one responded, he began looking for a tool to smash the mirror.

That is to say, in that instant, he deduced that there must be some important information on that piece of paper, and guessed that Dr. Zhang would definitely go for it. He also realized from the way the paper fell that Dr. Zhang surely couldn’t reach it, and even came up with the idea of using the mirror’s reflection to solve the problem!

All the above truly verified the saying, “Insane people have wide-ranging thoughts!”

Dr. Zhang snapped back to reality, took the mirror shard… stretched it out of the window and adjusted the angle.

Fortunately! The paper had landed in the corner, and with the light seeping from the room, he finally managed to see what was written on it.

Numbers again!

…

So many numbers! Since the paper was not big, at most half the size of an A4 sheet, it looked densely packed and covered the entire page.

“I… I can see it,” Dr. Zhang whispered hoarsely, having to stretch his arm vigorously to see the writing clearly, his face pressed against the bars, hardly able to speak properly.

“What does it say?” Liu Yi asked with a curious face.

“Numbers, but there are too many… see if you can find something to write them down with!”

“Okay!” Liu Yi immediately shouted, and not even a second later…

“Ah—!” He cried out in agony, the sound abrupt and suddenly cut off, followed by, “Ready… start reading!” Liu Yi clamored again.

Dr. Zhang couldn’t see what the mental patient behind him was doing due to his posture, but he was certainly unsettled by these sudden behaviors… thinking: What on earth is this kid doing now?

Of course, Dr. Zhang only thought about it, not wasting any time. Keeping this posture was tiring for him. Regardless of how the other side intended to record, he was ready and simply started reading out loud quickly.

“12324566772486865298”

Dr. Zhang finished reading the long string of numbers and immediately withdrew his arm as if he couldn’t hold the position anymore, while rotating his neck and shoulders… adding, “At the end there’s another—I fuck!”

He hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly let out a cry, and, quite fittingly to the atmosphere, jumped on the spot, reaching out to pat his little heart.

Because the sight before his eyes… well… wasn’t particularly thrilling, but combined with the atmosphere around and the pitch-black environment outside the window, it was enough to startle anyone.

Do you know with what Liu Yi wrote those numbers?

Certainly not with shit—I’m not one of those genius writers whose work is never short of piss and poop…

He used blood~

Right then, in front of Dr. Zhang on the door of the “defecating compartment,” there was a long string of numbers written in blood, with Liu Yi standing before the door, sucking on his finger while looking pitifully at Dr. Zhang, a teardrop appearing to hang at the corner of his eye. In his other hand, he held a bloodied piece of glass.

Dr. Zhang swallowed and looked again at the “blood writing” on the wall. Each number was quite large, with a few areas where the bloodstains were faint, clearly indicating a shortage of blood, but then the writing would become clear again, obviously, this fool had squeezed out more blood or simply cut his finger again.

“Uh… doesn’t that hurt?” Dr. Zhang asked with an agonized expression on his face.

The other person nodded, apparently a bit angry as he retorted, “Isn’t that a stupid question? If you cut that deep, of course it’s going to hurt!”

Dr. Zhang was silent for a little while

Then…

“Are you fucking brain-dead? If you thought of using glass to cut your finger, couldn’t you have thought of using a shard to directly carve on the door? The door’s covered with wooden paint! You could scratch out a letter with your fingernail!”

He cursed vehemently as he spoke, simultaneously slapping the side of the wooden cubicle door as if he were a primary school teacher who had set a simple addition and subtraction question and the whole class failed, and after losing his composure, would smack the blackboard fiercely.

At this, Liu Yi was stunned… because he truly hadn’t thought of that, so he stood there dumbfounded, his face full of confusion.

Dr. Zhang sighed helplessly once again, thinking to himself, ah, it’s hard to tell whether this guy is clever or dumb. Anyway, as long as the numbers are noted down, it will be fine. Besides, to squeeze out so much blood from a fingertip is somewhat impressive.

So, to get back to the point, after all this effort, the two of them had now ended up with this sequence of numbers.

“12324566772486865298,” Liu Yi read out the numbers written with his own blood from beginning to end and then looked towards Dr. Zhang, asking, “What does this mean?”

Dr. Zhang knit his brows in thought for a while… and then suddenly said, “This string of numbers should be the key to getting us out of this bathroom!”

“Huh?” Liu Yi looked over with a puzzled gaze.

Dr. Zhang pulled out two pieces of paper from his pocket; they were the ones he had just taken from behind the two strange chairs, and on them were written two sets of numbers, “74123” and “8131620”. He said, “You got a sequence of numbers, and I got one too; then we both woke up in those strange chairs… And now, another string of numbers has appeared… I don’t know what all this represents, but there must be some connection between them!”

He spoke very seriously, not even realizing that he had started to use the word “woke up.”

Liu Yi seemed to understand but didn’t quite grasp it, nodding thoughtfully and then staring at the door, dumb as a doorknob: “But… there’s no clue in this mess! …Ah, right, you just said, ‘there’s still a—fuck!’ What did you mean by that?”

He imitated Dr. Zhang’s tone from before, even hopping a bit, making a “patting his little heart” gesture.

Dr. Zhang was taken aback, having been so annoyed by the two idiots that he’d forgotten. He hurriedly said, “Oh, right, I meant to say, after this sequence of numbers, there’s a question mark!”

“Question mark?”

“Yeah, question mark!” Dr. Zhang affirmed, took the glass shard from Liu Yi’s hand, and etched a “?” after the sequence of numbers.

Liu Yi frowned and immediately said, “A question mark! This… This question mark means it’s an ‘interrogative sentence!'”

Dr. Zhang heard this and his face was filled with frustration once more, just as he was about to curse, his eyes suddenly lit up… “Right, right, it’s not just numbers! It might be a sentence!”

He had a look of sudden enlightenment, and began to mutter to himself, then suddenly extended his hand out of the bars, taking the glass shard he had in his hand just now, and looked again at that piece of paper.

“There are intervals!” he exclaimed, as if he’d found the key to solving the mystery: “There are intervals between the numbers!”

Then, he recited the numbers again… This time, he included the intervals between them…

And “smart” Liu Yi began using the glass shard to methodically draw vertical lines on the wooden board to separate the numbers.

At that moment, the numbers on the wood turned into the following:

“12▍324▍5667▍72▍4868▍6▍5298?”