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The corridor has become dark and its style has also changed.

It was originally as monotonous as a hotel room, but suddenly many carved marks appeared, red as if blood was stained with blood, and purple and black stains lingered on it. On the doors of each room, there were even green words with bright green lights. Some were long, some were short, one by one, spreading along both sides of the corridor.

The dark skeleton ghosts wandered in the corridor, seemingly curious about the handwriting on the door and are a little afraid. They are not close to the door, but are watching from a distance.

The door closest to Xiao Ling and Pu Rou wrote this: "Everything is mathematics, perfect, balanced! Especially the earth, fire, water, wind, and the numbers that the god has sorted out in the sky..."

Below the words, there are hundreds of numbers from 1-100, which are vaguely people who guess and choose the corresponding numbers. If you don’t guess correctly, you can’t get in.

"Choose five for one hundred? Damn it, there's too many, right? There's no such thing when buying lottery tickets, right?" Park Rouqing couldn't help but complain.

Looking at the question carefully, I was still confused by the riddle and was irrelevant: "Perfect, equilibrium? Prime? Square number? Tsk, is there any relationship between numbers and four elements? God sorted out the numbers in the sky... Are they the twelve constellations?"

As she said, the shadows around her suddenly became uneasy and turmoil. The green skull cave was wandering around, "Swish, Swish, Swish" the empty nose hole seemed to be smelling it, but the source of the breath could not be found for a moment.

[Your behavior leaked your whereabouts, and the Night Cloak had to consume energy to protect your safety.] Suddenly, the system prompted the sound, and the duration of the Night Cloak of Park Rou was shortened by more than twenty seconds.

"Damn it, there is still time with buckle?" Three seconds were missing.

Park Rou quickly covered her mouth.

Xiao Ling originally wanted to explain, but when he saw Park Rou's experience, he immediately shut up. He observed the reaction of the shadows around him, thought for a while, and showed a mask from the pile of cards to put on it. Of course, he started on the way just now.

"The four elements are of course related to numbers. All things are numbers, which is very important philosophical thought of Plato, and it had a philosophical influence in ancient Greece. What we are talking about here is obviously Plato's polyhedron." Xiao Ling explained. As soon as the mask was worn, the shadows around him immediately stopped the riot, even if he didn't care.

What made them react was indeed not Park Rou's voice, but Park Rou's breath when she spoke. "Simply put, it means... you have bad breath."

"Get out!" Park Rou was furious, and while taking out her mask, she kicked Xiao Ling hard. Xiao Ling staggered and hit the shadow passing by.

The dark shadow ripples stopped instantly. I also wondered and sniffed and searched.

Xiao Ling's night cloak was missing for more than 40 seconds. Park Rou was still unhappy and waved her fists at Xiao Ling. But in the end... she couldn't help but wonder: "What is Plato polyhedron?"

As if she didn't hear it, Xiao Ling walked along the corridor, avoiding the shadows, and moving forward.

"Okay, okay, can't I admit my mistake with you? Sorry! What is Plato polyhedron?" Park Rou stamped her feet, acting helplessly cute.

Xiao Ling stopped: "Oh, so people should read more. They have a beautiful face, and the surface is as tidy as boiled eggs. What's the use? Can it be eaten or used?"

Pu Rou was so angry that her teeth were itchy, she could eat it but not give it to you, and she could use it even if she could use it. But she also knew that this was Xiao Ling's answer, and the only answer she wanted to know was... "You said right, you said right." She nodded repeatedly, lowering her eyebrows and pleasing to her eyes.

Seeing that her attitude was quite correct, Xiao Ling smiled and said the answer: "Plato polyhedron is the regular tetrahedron, hexahedron, octahedron, dodecahedron and icosahedron. Each face has the same shape and the same spatial structure of each vertex. There are only these five types of standard regular polyhedrons, and there is no other."

"You said before that God had sorted out the number of the sky that God had sorted out was twelve, but you obviously didn't know how it was right... At first Plato just said vaguely that God used the twelvehedron to sort out the signs of the sky. Later, Aristotle forced it to be the fifth element ether, believing that the sky was composed of ether."

"The fifth element? The fifth element is not love, is it a human being?" Park Rou couldn't help but interrupt. Xiao Ling glared at him and stopped talking. Taking Hollywood blockbusters to study knowledge is like studying history with Romance novels...

"The heat of fire makes people feel sharp and tingling, which means that the image is a regular tetrahedron; water will flow out naturally when put into your hand, which makes people feel very smooth, which means that the image is a ball-like icosahedron; soil is different from other elements and is easily stacked, just like a cube; air represents the image is a regular octahedron..."

"In fact, there is something that has been passed down since ancient times and best reflects the practicality of Plato's polyhedron, which is dice..." Xiao Ling explained to Park Rou in detail, and then signaled Park Rou to press the answer. Of course, the answer is 4, 6, 8, 12, 20.

However, Xiao Ling is not so good at being a teacher, so she told Park Rou all of this, but... he was worried that the tests inside the door would be related to these problems. If Park Rou does not fully understand and cannot follow her, she will have to catch up.

But Park Roo's curiosity did not end there, and solved the problem on the door. She turned her eyes and looked at the puzzle on the door they were walking through-

It was a painting, covered with black, yellow, red and green... almost all the colors you could imagine, as well as dots, straight lines, arcs... all the strokes you could imagine, but... you couldn't tell what was drawn at all.

It seems that the oil painter has used canvases for decades and is constantly stained with various fuels, and finally becomes like this. It also seems that there are satellite pictures overlooking the city from the sky, in a mess, with disorderly streets mixed with disorderly buildings...

The painting is marked below: Jackson Pollock's masterpiece "No. 31", please select the image closest to the essence of this painting.

Below are dense lists. When you look at it briefly, the number is almost the same as the one hundred numbers on the other door: pattern wallpaper, back patterns of playing cards, clouds, comics and dots, rocks, mountains, coastlines, molecular diffraction patterns, snowflakes, trees...

"It's really a big span!" Park Rou couldn't help but mutter, pointing to the puzzle on the door, "Didn't you claim to be studying? If you have the ability to answer this question, you're awesome."

Looking at Park Rou, Xiao Ling laughed silently: "Do you think this question is an art question? This is still a math question. Alas, it's really terrible to be uneducated!"

"Woooooo..." Park Rou was so angry that she couldn't pounce on Xiao Ling and bite her, but she knew that it was useless. Even if she could bite her, it was useless. He had a magical vise on his hand, so he would definitely use it without hesitation and pull out his mouth...

I was angry and deeply confused: Is this a math problem in Taoism? What a joke? Although I can't understand it, it is precisely because I can't understand it that it means that it is really a art problem in Taoism, or a very high-end art problem.

As if he saw Park Rou's thoughts, Xiao Ling said, "Do you think you can't understand high-end art, but you can understand high-end mathematics? Let's explain it to you a little."

"You know this... Oh, Jackson Pollock." Xiao Ling glanced at the mark under the portrait, "Is this painting classic? Where is it?"

Park Rou looked at Xiao Ling blankly: "I'm not studying, don't lie to me. You just now... I couldn't remember this guy's name. You don't even know who this guy is..."

Xiao Ling's face shouldn't be calm: "It doesn't matter if I know this guy's name, I just need to know what's going on with this painting."

"Okay, you say it, I'll listen." Park Rou thought to herself: I'll hold it over and see what you say. Don't find the flaws by me, otherwise you will definitely be slapped in the face and you won't be able to find the east, south, west, north, and up and down!

Xiao Ling didn't know what Park Rou thought, so she didn't care: "The most special thing about this painting is that no matter whether you look close or far away, it has more or less the same place. Take a piece from this painting at will, and you can't tell how large the area this part occupies, how much it has been enlarged or reduced..."

Listening to Xiao Ling's explanation, Park Rou's beautiful eyes approached the painting, then moved away, and then used a frame with a fiber finger frame, looking at it from various angles and ways. However... it was really like what Xiao Ling said, and she couldn't see any decisive differences, and she felt dazzled.

But after looking at it for a while, she suddenly realized: "Tsk, isn't this just a mess? Of course, I can't see anything!"

"If it's a mess, you can't judge the distance of the field of vision and the size of the mess?" Xiao Ling choked Park Rou back with one sentence.

"Then what's going on?" Park Rou had to ask for advice humbly again.

"This is called fractal mathematics." Xiao Ling did not continue to make things difficult for her and announced the answer, "It refers to the knowledge that if a rough or fragmented pattern is divided into several parts, each part is approximately the overall reduced shape... If this painting has a magical essence, it is the word fractal."

He said this, Park Rou still didn't understand, so he had to explain further: "It's like a tree. You shine the forks of the main trunk of the tree, then shine the forks of the next level, and then... just shine it layer by layer. If you just look at the forks, you can't tell which one is the main trunk and which one is the last branch." As he said this, Xiao Ling pressed the tree's option.

"For example, if you take a photo of the cloud, no one can tell whether the clouds occupy the entire sky or is only a small ball, and even if you look at a side of the clouds, you can't judge its specifications..." Xiao Ling pressed the clouds again.

"Oh, if you say this, it seems that the coastline is the same. If you take a single section, you can't tell the length..." Park Rou suddenly realized.

Xiao Ling nodded and pressed the coastline option.r1152
Chapter completed!