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I wanted to go upstairs and talk to the pockmarked man alone, but when I saw him coming and going from the car to the packed meals, and remembered that he and I had spent so many nights together in this shop, I did not reject him. I felt a surge of shared gratitude.

"Son of a bitch, hurry up and come in. Close the door!"

Mariko was not used to my attitude, so she touched my face even more. "No fever, why does it seem like a different person all of a sudden!" Big bro pockmarked, what happened to Little Third's boss? "

"San-er, what's wrong with you? Are you still there? How did you end up like this after eating a meal? " The pockmark slapped my face a few times.

"Slap, slap a few more times! Come!" I face him.

"Emma, pockmarked brother, don't lock up your car, hurry up and take him to the hospital, he doesn't feel right, I have an acquaintance at the hospital, he's at a mental health clinic, we'll be there soon, don't think it's private, but there are a lot of success stories, let's go!" He was about to carry me out the door.

"No one can treat this illness of mine. It's useless for you to be busy for now. Follow me upstairs and do me a favor!" I closed the door of the shop and put all the food I had packed on the table. I waved my hand and everyone went upstairs. Mountain Demon didn't say anything as he walked into the shop.

Ma Tzu and Tzu Tzu Tzu came with me in a daze.

"Come on, let me ask you something. If it's a square shop with thirteen bedrooms on the second floor, and each room is exactly the same in size, and each room is headed in the opposite direction, do you think it's possible?"

"I don't understand. What are you saying is impossible? Is it that every two things cannot be compared to each other? You want a confrontation between the north and the south? Or what? " the pockmark asked.

"You fucking retard, shut up!" I kicked the pockmark.

"Boss, it's impossible, it's absolutely impossible. If I can't even calculate this well, then don't bother with me. In a regular square area, every two identical figures are facing each other. They must be a double number. How could it be an odd number?" he said.

"Damn, I didn't hire you for nothing. But, come with me to our second floor. Our second floor is such an impossible place!"

While they were talking, everyone had already climbed the stairs and arrived at the corridor on the second floor.

"Take a look, the first object is in the bedroom opposite mine and the study opposite mine, right? You can take a look at the position of the door and see if it is in a straight line or not. Then, let's continue walking and take a look at the next pair!"

"Yes, absolutely!" Kikuko watched the hand measure.

"Come, take a look at these two!" After saying that, we walked to the next pair, "For the sake of recording, I'll temporarily call you room number 1. Since the opposite study is number 2, then this means we've walked past number 12 and arrived at number 34, right? Son of a bitch, do you think Number Three and Number Four are the same? "

"Yes, boss, yes!"

Then we walked past five, six, seven, eight, ninety, and twelve, all facing each other. What about our room thirteen?

After reaching number 12, he found himself at the end of the corridor.

That means our shop is actually twelve rooms.

I should be happy, actually. In fact, there are twelve rooms in the shop, and the blueprints are twelve as well, isn't that just right, but, I can guarantee that there are thirteen rooms on the second floor of the shop, because I only need one or two workers in the shop, one for my study, seven for my guest rooms, which seem to be quite a lot. In fact, sometimes it's not enough.

We counted twelve rooms, and except for the Mountain Demon who didn't understand, both the pockmarked and the feral felt that something was wrong, because they knew better than I did that it was really thirteen rooms.

"Boss, how about this, let's mark it down and write numbers on every door!" He went downstairs to find a pen.

We found the pen and started counting again, only this time each one had to write a number on the door, starting from one to the next, but after a while we finally got to twelve and walked to the end of the corridor, which was no doubt proof that there were twelve, but when we looked back we saw that there was one more that had no numbers.

"How did you miss one?" pockmarked looked at the unmarked door.

Forget about the pockmarks, I don't get it either. Everyone counts one by one, so how could I miss out on a single one?

As we walked back and forth along the corridor, it was true that the number one to twelve was twelve, but there was also one room with no numbers to prove that we were missing a number. However, it also proved that this shop had thirteen rooms.

So we counted from the beginning, but we didn't erase the number we had written down the first time, just went on to the second time in another place.

What happened next simply caused the few of us to collapse completely. We counted out twelve rooms each time, and we did indeed see the end of the corridor, and we never missed any of them, but every time we looked back, we would find that there was always another room missing, with no numbers, and that the room that was missed was not a fixed room. Almost every time we went down there, we missed a different room.

"What's going on, pockmarked, how did I get confused and disoriented? Mad one, you know what's wrong, why do you think there's one missing every time, and we've been counting back and forth for a few times, and the rooms that are missing are all different rooms. If there's something wrong with one of the rooms, logically speaking, we should be missing this every time, right? But look, the mark on our door isn't that the room we've never marked before, but this time, this time, this time, this time, that was missed, didn't all rooms have a chance of being missed?"

Boss, don't worry, let's tidy up a bit, did you notice a pattern? Among so many rooms, we only miss one every time, not two or three of them, and we are living people, so why do we miss one every time when we look back? Then why do we only miss one? First, second, every time, we don't find any unmarked rooms. "If it was before, I would indeed be scared, but ever since I met those things in the forest that are even more ghastly than ghosts, and found out about the pi organization, a ghost, I have despised them. But I understand that this brat's world is definitely still on the cognitive level where ghosts are the most mysterious things.

However, Mariko's words reminded me that whether or not there were any ghosts in this bedroom on the second floor was definitely strange. I looked at Mariko and me, and we still didn't have an exchange of views. It wasn't Mariko, but the concept of the pi organization had begun to take effect in my heart.

Although Mountain Demon had lost his memory, his brain was still working. After speaking for a long time, he broke our silence. "There should be a hidden room in this place!"

In the presence of Mariko, I did not say that there were only twelve rooms in the design of the old account book that had been discovered tonight, and I was going to avoid being told that, again, it was not the bandit, but that he was not part of the organization, and that I had no right to bring him in, and this sentence of Shanda's made it clear to me that twelve rooms had been designed here, and that twelve rooms could only be marked every time it was counted, and it was not a coincidence, but it was not entirely true. If one room was to be hidden forever, then we would look back and find that one room had been missed, and the missing twelve rooms would disappear at the same time, one to make up for the last time of the balance.

It was still the same, as if he had seen the world for the first time in his life. It was a kind of excitement, and then I winked at him and went back to bed.

Later, when everyone was sleepy, when I, Pockmarks, and Mountain Elf had seen many strange things, and the rooms were not filled with people calling for their parents, we all went back to our own rooms and slept. As we closed the door, the sound of Masako's footsteps could still be heard coming and going in the corridor, and I said in my heart, "Let's count the number of things."

That night I slept very heavily, I was too tired, and before I fell asleep, I couldn't stop my mind from thinking too much, but after a long night of dreaming, I felt weird and dizzy, and when I woke up the next day, my head was covered in paste, and my limbs felt like they were made of lead. When I pushed open the door to the latrine, I tripped on something in the corridor, and when I thought I had seen a ghost, the one who tripped me shouted, "Ghost, ghost, I see a monster!"

With this shout, pockmarks and mountain elves emerged from their respective houses.

It was me and Mariko, and Carmen from Pen went back to sleep.

"F * cking hell, where did you count all night?" I kicked him.

"I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I can't fall asleep!" He rubbed his eyes and stood up.

I saw, no, he was stubborn, too. All night long the door of the room had been painted with Arabic numerals, and from a distance it looked as if it had been decorated and painted with some sort of pattern.

He was indeed a person who took certain things too seriously. His seriousness and persistence towards things were like a difficult growth in height, even though you couldn't see his achievements.

I am a very sensitive person, sensitive sometimes excessively, I always feel that there is some law in these numbers.

So I took three steps down to the back outhouse, drained it, and came up again.

The first line of each door was the first, and the second was the second. So I could look at the number of numbers on each door to see which one had been left out, and the first one was the one between the number 2 and the number 4, which was the third, in a sense.

The second one was the one before the number two for the third time, which was also the first one in a sense.

As I continued to search, I actually managed to find the number 314159265358979323846433 on the door I left behind last night.

"Son of a b * tch, you're so awesome. Do you see the numbers? How many times have you counted them? Every number is the relative position of the room that you missed each time. Look, how many times have you counted it? " I was also just a salty egg, I actually did a thorough check of the rooms that I missed out on.

When I showed the serial number on the back of my hand to Mariko, she said something that surprised me!

"Boss, aren't these numbers the value of pi?"