"May I have a look at these bowls?"
He suddenly asked the man in black, but seeing no reply, he picked up an empty bowl in front of him. The bowl containing the liquid cannot be taken, because once touched, it will be uncontrollably drunk directly.
Under Barnard's surprised gaze, Jenkins stroked the outer surface of the bowl lightly. He has already determined that this thing is really made of wood, and the "gold" is just his own visual illusion.
Although he came into contact with this kind of bowl twice just now, he was facing the moment of life and death at that time. Jenkins had no time to feel the unimportant touch, but he could easily find something strange when he calmed down.
"Is there a hallucination in front of my eyes?"
Feeling in his heart that this is a very important situation, Jenkins thought in his heart alone, and did not rush to ask Barnard.
"No, the octopus' influence on me has long since disappeared. This is not a malignant hallucination. But why didn't Mr. Barnard see the difference between him and me? Am I a time traveler?"
Thinking of this, Jenkins immediately thought of the legendary "Goldfinger".
"What is this, automatic photo cheat?"
He tried to play a joke on himself, to ease the tension, and it worked, and Jenkins felt he could catch the thread in no time.
"Could it be that what I saw was the so-called magical aura? No, whether or not there is magic in this world is another matter."
He twisted uncomfortably on the stake, and continued to think:
"Suppose what I saw was Goldfinger's reminder to me, so is this the so-called [Eye of Truth]?"
Thinking of this, he looked intently at the bowls again, trying to find new clues, but to no avail.
The delay was almost over, and it was hard to imagine that Barnard would have misunderstood something if he hesitated any longer.
Taking a deep breath, feeling the turbidity of the air, Jenkins made a final attempt. He stretched out his right hand again and tapped his temple lightly, while telling himself in his heart: "You are using superpowers, your eyes are amazing .”
This time, the feeling was different immediately. It seemed that there was a clear stream pouring into the somewhat swollen eyes, and the light on the wooden bowl was more obvious.
At the same time, Barnard, the man in black and the candle on the table lit up.
The body of the former has 7 light spots of different colors, while the body of the man in black robe is hazy gray, only the candle is green full of vitality.
The green is only the color of its own wax oozing, and the candlelight is still a dull yellow.
"Eye of truth?"
Desperately suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, Jenkins maintained that nervous expression.
"Very well, this additional brilliance is indeed the so-called supernatural aura. Now let's not think about why I could only see the wooden bowl just now, the way out is in front of me."
He stared at the green candle itself, and remembered the introduction just now: "Green represents healing."
"Put it all together, and if you win the clubhouse... maybe you won't even have a clubhouse if you win."
Stretching out his hand, no one expected Jenkins to snap off a small piece of wax that had solidified on the table, and threw it straight into the bowl next to him. Before the liquid in the bowl splashed out, Jenkins drank it directly.
"Nothing!"
He said ecstatically in his heart, and at the same time told Barnard the result: "It's clear water!"
At the same time, the door that was sealed by wooden boards was suddenly opened, and the wooden boards were scattered on the ground. No one can see the scenery outside the door, there is only the same dazzling white light as when they came here.
"You can go!"
Barnard stood up excitedly, and only then remembered to write these words for Jenkins to read.
Jenkins also got up excitedly, but his smile slowly disappeared, and he sat back down again.
"etc."
Licking his lips, Jenkins looked at the remaining bowls on the table.
"Oh, right."
As if to say these words, Barnard wrote some words on a piece of paper and motioned for Jenkins to read them.
"What about our reward?"
he whispered.
"Bowl." The ugly and strange voice of the man in black rang again after such a long time.
Barnard immediately stretched out his hands happily, but he could only pick up a bowl.
Satisfied, he motioned to Jenkins to hurry up, but the young man stared into space as if in serious consideration.
"etc."
He finally made up his mind.
"Since there are rewards in these bowls, why not try them all?"
A horrified expression appeared on Barnard's face, and he hurriedly wrote: "You are crazy, the rest is probably poisonous, how do you try?"
"Candles are probably the antidote."
He explained softly, but Barnard obviously didn't believe it very much, and he wrote again: "Think about it, it might just be a coincidence, what you picked up was clear water. Kid, our luck is really very good, don't I was devoured by my own greed."
It's not that Barnard is too conservative, it's just because he can't see the brilliance in front of Jenkins, so of course he won't be so "brave" in the face of 99% death.
"Maybe it's really a coincidence, but when you come to this world, how can you live a more exciting life without some courage?"
Thinking of this in his heart, Jenkins showed a bright smile on his face. He reached out and took a large piece of solidified wax from the table again, broke it into four small pieces and threw it into the remaining meat.
Without looking at Barnard's expression, Jenkins picked up four bowls and drank them in one breath, and the sound of the bowls and tables colliding could be heard endlessly.
Barnard held his breath, not daring to exhale, watching Jenkins' crazy behavior.
After a while, Jenkins sighed, "The four bowls are all clear water."
Barnard nodded desperately, motioning for Jenkins to grab a bowl and hurry away.
"It's too greedy, two people make ten choices, how can there be three rewards?"
He thought this with some regret, and stretched out his hand towards a bowl, but he didn't move it, as if the bowl was firmly glued to the table.
Before he could ask, the black-robed man who had been sitting all this time moved.
He stood up, and pointed at the candle in the frozen posture of the two people opposite him.
"Take it away."
This is the first time he uttered two words.
Jenkins didn't react for a moment, until the ecstatic Barnard pushed him, and he picked up the half-burned candle belatedly.
Afterwards, the two didn't dare to look back, and quickly ran towards the light at the door, leaving the man in black standing quietly in the darkness after the candle disappeared.
The black robe on his body slipped uncontrollably towards the light at the door, as if an invisible man was wearing it. Under the clothes, a dead bone was exposed, fell to the ground and shattered into bone fragments. After a while, the bone meal was completely mixed with the dust of the same composition as the ground.