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Chapter 113: Semifinals Tanwan Island (12)

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"of course not!"

The leader spoke decisively, interrupting Otto, "This is just his decision alone."

"But he answered first." The doll smiled, "Whoever answers first, the doll will listen to whoever answers. The doll will only listen to one person."

The hearts of others were raised, wondering what consequences such a suggestion would bring. Can you really clear the level by killing important NPCs

The leader's face looked uglier than ever.

At this time, Abe suddenly asked: "Then how are you going to kill mom?"

The doll was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, her forehead lowered, as if she felt a little regretful. As if she had just thought of something, she looked at Ott seriously and said, "I'm not as powerful as my mother, so I can only listen to her obediently."

That is to say, in terms of internal settings, the doll's mother is stronger than the doll, and the doll alone cannot kill the mother.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no regret on Ott's face. After giving the crazy suggestion, this man kept his eyes fixed on the doll, as if thinking, and only smiled at others when they looked at him. . His shark-like grin is more lethal than a doll. If it weren't for his handsome and profound appearance, and his wild charm even like a madman, so many viewers would never pay attention to him.

Since the choice cannot be adopted, the original discussion time remains unchanged. The doll was sleepy and lay down on the princess bed. After a while, she began to breathe softly in her sleep.

"Then let's go check out the clues first." Simmons greeted the leader in a friendly manner and asked some specific information before running to Abe to discuss it with her.

Otto has disappeared, I don’t know where he went.

Although this game is a killing and elimination game, it is rare to see a lone wolf like him who doesn't fit in with the crowd. Regardless of whether they will break up in the later stage, in the early and mid-term, it is naturally more powerful to form a team to fight against others.

"I asked Alan, the leader, and he said that you can go to the outside rooms as well. You just need to return to this room before the doll wakes up. It will take about two hours."

"Aren't they going to look for clues?"

"Oh, they said we'd discuss a preliminary answer first and go later so we don't run out of time."

As the room becomes larger or the people become smaller, it becomes difficult to explore the dungeon. It used to be that I could walk out of the room in three or two steps, but it took me three minutes to get out. There is a clock hanging on the wall in the living room, and the hands are ticking minute by second, just three minutes past the nearest time. It can be seen that each round in the game has its own time pattern.

The living room is simpler than the doll's room, with mainly wood color and green plants, which is a very fresh decoration. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is a courtyard filled with a large area of flowers and plants. The sunlight pours in and the lighting is good. Because the decoration is simple and tidy, you can tell where the clues in the living room are probably at a glance.

Abe asked Simmons to climb up from the step stool, jump onto the sofa, and then onto the metal high table where the phone was placed.

There was a piece of paper placed casually on it.

When they looked up from the bottom, they could see the pieces of paper pressed under the phone, being blown up and down by the wind.

"There is a word." Simmons excitedly reported the progress to Abe as soon as he took a breath. While identifying the handwriting, he teased, "The handwriting is a bit sloppy, but fortunately the program team did not set the minimum limit and did not use any self-created font. It probably means that I have an appointment to meet with someone at 3 o'clock, and there is no location written down."

Abe nodded: "It doesn't matter, the location doesn't matter."

When their bodies are completely out of proportion with the scene, the scope of the game will not extend beyond this house. Even if the location is written down, it is impossible for them to rush to investigate, so the game simply deletes useless distractions.

It is exactly three o'clock now, and the doll's mother is already on the way.

But the note only contained the time and no specific content of the date, so there were still not many useful clues.

Abe thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the study room and have a look." The doll's desk is placed in its room, so the dedicated study room at home is for adults to work. There may be dating clues for the doll's mother in there.

Fortunately, this room was on a flat floor, otherwise they would have spent more than an hour climbing up and down the stairs. The house is centered around the living room, with other rooms surrounding it in a semi-open fan shape. There are signs hanging on each room, clearly reading "Study", "Kitchen", "Mom's Bedroom", etc.

The layout of the study room is much more complicated than that of the living room.

The piece of paper in the living room is like an arrow, pointing them to their next destination. However, the possibility of incorrect instructions cannot be ruled out. The clue in the study is a vast ocean, and they need to fish out the needle that someone put in it.

The room was messy and full of traces of use. There were open books piled on the desk and scattered manuscript papers on the floor, blown everywhere by the wind.

The wind here is much stronger than that in the living room. The windows are wide open, and the strong wind that blows from time to time is like a hurricane to Abe and the others. They are almost like manuscript papers on the ground and are slapped on the bookshelf from time to time. Their weight is finally heavier than paper, but it is not optimistic. For half a day, they just lingered at the door of the study, unable to move forward.

"What should we do?" Simmons took a step forward with difficulty and immediately turned back to ask Abe. He felt that his face was about to be blown out of shape. He didn't expect that there were such difficulties in the study that were hindering them... No, maybe it's not the game in particular. Difficulties set.

Abe observed it for a moment and said only: "You have to close the window."

Simmons thinks so, but how

Just as he was about to ask, he heard the sound of violent friction between objects and air. When he looked closely, he saw a silver bullet in the air shooting towards the window, hitting the button of the rolled-up curtain with a "ding" sound. Above, the curtain lost its restraint and suddenly fell down to cover the window, fluttering in the wind outside the window.

Immediately afterwards, the hanging lamp on the top was shot down by another bullet as the wind swayed, and it was thrown on the curtain that was falling when the wind sucked in, just in time to tightly suppress its corners.

If the wind blows inward, it will only make the curtains bulge, without affecting the interior at all.

The pages of the book stopped turning, the manuscript papers on the floor stopped running, and Simmons' hair finally got rid of its straw shape.

The study lost its light and fell into darkness.

Simmons swallowed.

Although it wasn't the first time he saw the destructive power of the boss, what surprised him was different every time. What kind of terrible computing power and execution is this? The angle at which the lamp rotates, the place where it falls, and the time when the curtains are raised must be calculated. Otherwise, if it happens to be when the curtains are blown up by the wind, or the lamp falls somewhere else, the two shots will be in vain.

He asked himself that he couldn't do it even if he was given a hundred chances.

Outside the door, Abe withdrew his shooting hand, his eyes filled with the joy of realizing his imagination.

She is not as scary as Simmons thought, nor can she calculate too accurately, but her instinct to kill has been passed by danger countless times, and she has a terrifying sense of smell between "the thin line between life and death". She didn't have to think too much, just shoot when it felt right.

Occasionally she would be wrong once or twice.

Simmons naturally didn't know this. While he was looking up to Abe, he hadn't forgotten that they were now in a dangerous copy of the game.

When there was a loud noise of the ceiling lamp breaking, he looked into the doll's bedroom and found that there was no movement, and it seemed that it had no intention of waking up.

But although the doll did not wake up, the contestants who were originally discussing in the room were frightened by the noise and ran out. When they found out that they were making the noise to close the window, they couldn't help but take three steps back.

The leader's expression was a bit complicated. You must know that in order to "close the window", it took them several rounds to figure out the optimal route map to reach the window. He turned to his companion and said, "The discussion is almost over, let's start looking for clues."

The other players spread out to look for them, but they all defaulted to giving up the study room to the two of them first.

Although the ceiling lamp was also destroyed by Abe, there was more than one lamp in the study. The light switch is on the wall near the door. Simmons climbed up the escalator in front of the bookshelf, then jumped slightly horizontally to it, turned on the switch, and rolled forward when falling. He successfully relieved himself and completed the task assigned to him by Abe.

He made a handsome ending pose, and Abe applauded him.

"Ahem..." Simmons felt embarrassed and stepped back, "Let's start looking."

"Um."

They started turning over the manuscript paper on the ground. It can be seen from this information that the doll's mother is a clothing designer, and there are many drawings of clothing designs on it. Most of the books on the desktop are design reference books.

Simmons looked over at the manuscript area where Abe was standing, "The designs on the backs of these clothes are very complicated."

"Yeah." Abe stood still on the manuscript paper. Under his shoes were smooth lead-gray lines on the white paper. It seemed like a delicate miniature doll was really standing on the paper. She smoothed her gray hair so that it would not block her view of the manuscript, and said, "The doll is also wearing clothes, with more lace and bows on the back than in front."

"Then it seems that all her clothes were made for her by her mother."

Abe mused.

Simmons placed more emphasis on dating information than on the designer's personal quirks. He spent nearly an hour looking around the desk, and finally found the contract signed by the doll mother in the unclosed drawer, plus other supporting information, such as the date on the calendar, a trash can full of manuscript papers, etc. etc., and roughly inferred the content of the date.

"She recently accepted a job, and the contract deadline is today, so the content of the appointment should be about work. I think she may not be very inspired by this drawing. Since the date is approaching, the trash can has become more and more It can be seen from the increasing number of scrapped manuscripts.”

He jokingly picked up a long gold thread and said, "And these fallen hairs, you can imagine her pressure. Poor working woman."

"Then what does this have to do with dolls?" Abe tilted his head and looked at him. This question suddenly broke his relaxed state after completing the task.

His eyes were blank for a moment, looking a little silly.

Yeah, what does this have to do with dolls

There seems to be no inevitable connection between mother's work and the doll that was scolded by mother for breaking something

After thinking for a long time without any clue, Simon scratched his hair in frustration and sighed: "Isn't this game playing tricks on us?!"

"Yes." Abe followed him and sighed, "Are you kidding us?"

The author has something to say: Poor working women...! ! !

it's me.

This update comes from my free time while working on recruitment exam questions. Our leader thought it was too expensive for the institution to issue test papers, so he asked me to give written test questions to the management who came to apply.

Me: If I can solve this kind of written test questions, why not become my own manager!

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"Princess in Distress" Jiang Yizhou doesn't believe in love and has no plans to get married in this life. He just wants to live peacefully.

Yu Fei, a young master from a wealthy family, was fed up with a life where money measured everything. He refused to accept the marriage arranged by his family and insisted on killing me.

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