"You realize if they catch up with the other squads and tell the other guys about it. Our image is going to be in standard villain mode right away?" Dillon said after I handed the fast-forward card to the show and got straight When the next clue card that should be obtained by completing the roadblock task was obtained, he whispered to me.
"The second half of the race is about to start, and the slalom meeting we are most worried about has passed." I did not shy away from using the camera for a second because of the water taxi's strategy of delaying the opponent's time. The photographer who recorded my every move said generously: "After the two police officers left this round, there are only two eliminations left to reach the finals."
The implication is that even if other teams know about this and are wary of us, it's just the icing on the cake. Because in the second half of the game, the alliances of all teams will be broken. Because they need to fight for themselves, it doesn't really matter if they have any extra precautions against us.
I skipped the task of finding the roadblocks of the three coffee shops based on the three photos given. Although we were the second last to arrive at the starting point of the roadblock task, we were the first at this time. Because other people before, still haven't been able to complete this roadblock task.
Find a way? In Venice, a place with many twists and turns, I have to say that our fast-forward card not only played two policemen once, but also used the right task.
"Detour quests, frolic and play. The frolic branch, go to a bar that holds a masquerade theme night, get your own mask, and among all the people with masks, find the one who is exactly the same as the one in your hand. The right person is looking for, and that person will give the next clue."
After I finished reading this branch, I looked up at Dillon, who frowned slightly and shook his head to indicate that he was not optimistic about this task. Indeed, the seemingly simpler task description is actually more difficult or time-consuming according to the fast-moving program schedule. I continued with another detour mission.
"Play, go to the Rialto Bridge and take the gondola on the human-powered boat, and after a lap of play, learn the Italian folk songs in the mouth of the boatman, and finally go back to the bridge and sing it to the steward there. If there is no lyric error, the steward will Will give the next clue." I blinked and turned to look at Dillon, "Italian folk?"
"Don't you happen to know some Italian? That's it." With a bit of a wry joke, Dillon motioned us to get started as he made a decision.
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In the end, in the water city of Venice, two police couples with anger control problems left in embarrassment. The entire competition seems to have entered a more intense state.
After Venice comes Spain, the home of bullfighting. Most of the tasks in the competition are biased towards physical strength. Sam and Dean successfully won the first place in this stage, and Zoe and Joseph unfortunately fell to the end. But coincidentally, this stage is a non-elimination stage hidden in the extreme speed.
Maybe the program team was trying to ease the tension created by my tactics and tactics in Venice on the Water, or maybe it was to let the contestants take a breather before the battle. All in all, the two brothers and sisters escaped.
Then they moved to Africa at a very high speed, where the harsh environment was eliminated and finally due to physical factors, David and Kurt, who fell to the end, were forced to be eliminated. The departure of these two people is exactly two extremes from the departure of Tevez and Vera before. One makes me regret wishing they had another round, the other makes me applaud that they're going too slowly.
After Africa, in the last round before the decisive battle, we went to Singapore, which is like a garden city. There, Sam and Dean, who were supposed to be the dark horses to win the championship, accidentally fell to the end because of frequent lost and mistakes, and were eliminated tragically.
Finally, the more than a month-long race is coming to an end.
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Standing before the finish line of this stage in Singapore and getting ready to go, I took a black-on-yellow clue card from Phil.
"In the final battle, you will go to Las Vegas, the casino city of the United States. After arriving by plane, you need to find the marked vehicle in the airport parking lot, and drive to the dc casino. Follow the instructions given there. Mark forward to find the next mission clue."
The plane is the same plane, which means that the three groups of us have the same starting point on the starting line of the final station. What surprised the program team was that the average age of the finalists this season was too low.
"Change into the uniform of the casino staff, go to room 223 to select a table full of chips, and complete the calculation of all the chips. When you are sure you have the correct numbers, tell the notary who is waiting. If you The numbers are correct and there will be clues to the next location."
The time difference between each team arriving at the dc casino was barely more than five minutes, which James and Sid were most familiar with, since neither Zoe nor Joseph had been to Las Vegas. And they are the only ones who have been here a few times. It can be said that being familiar with the road has a great advantage.
So the modeling crew was the first to arrive at the casino, and by the time Dillon and I rushed into the locker room, they were already getting dressed and running down the hall. Joseph showed up after Dillon and I got dressed, and his sister went to the women's locker room on the other side.
"Who has better arithmetic skills and is in charge of chips with larger denominations. Dillon, what is 248 times 27 plus 60?" I asked casually as I sorted out my little black vest. The waistcoat seems to be one size smaller, and the waist is so tight that it feels as uncomfortable as the waist of an ancient woman.
I thought I wouldn't get his answer, but at most I got a blank eye. But five seconds after I asked, Dillon suddenly replied, "Six thousand seven hundred and fifty-six."
I stopped abruptly under my foot, and under his suspicious gaze, it took me a while to explain embarrassingly, "I just asked casually, I don't know what the answer is. So after you answered, I did a temporary calculation, okay? Well, it seems to be about six thousand seven hundred..."
Dillon glanced at me helplessly, pinched my waist, and was slapped by my hand. "Then I will be responsible for the denominations of more than 100 first, and after calculating those large numbers, I will help you calculate the small denominations."
I shrugged and continued walking quickly to the destination lobby, then said, "No, I'll sort first. I'm sure they've piled all the chips together, and I'll sort the colors first...you get from the sorted pile. Take it out and make a good calculation..."
This kind of roadblock task, like a children's puzzle game, turned out to be the most test of patience and concentration. James and Sid, who arrived first, unexpectedly miscalculated twice in a row.
Although Dillon and I deliberately slowed down for the sake of accuracy, we still got the next clue through the notary's notarization when they started to count the third time. When we got to the parking lot to pick up the car, Zoe and Joseph came out after us.
The first task distanced us from a team, and our next clue was a pack of tissues given by the notary. Based on the hotel name on the tissue, it was clear that our next destination was the marvel hotel.
Because the name of the hotel was only stated on the tissue, we panicked a bit after arriving at the hotel, and finally saw a red arrow on a yellow background with a speed sign in the corner of the hotel lobby. The arrow led us to the back door, where two cranes were parked.
"Wow, high-altitude glass cleaning?" This was Joseph's joking voice as always. Following us and entering the hotel lobby, Zooey and Joseph, who were not left behind by accident, spent little to find the marker, and followed us to the clue box in the center of the back garden of the hotel.
"Change the light bulbs on the light board on the top of the hotel. After the replacement, you need to tell the staff on the side and you how many light bulbs have been replaced." I opened the clue card I took out of the box, and a simple task description , but at the end of a line. By the time I looked back, Dillon had rushed to the side of the two cranes that wouldn't be exposed to the setting sun.
They all hurriedly put on protective measures, and then stepped on the crane to signal for the ascent. Even Zooey, who kept talking about her fear of heights, stepped on the crane without any hesitation.
"Each one of them counts the light bulbs in their hands, and adds up the numbers after changing them. Counting together while changing will slow down the speed of our hands." Dillon suggested.
Dillon hesitated for a while, but nodded and said, "Although there is one less chance to confirm each other, if you think so, it is indeed a way to speed up work efficiency."
After nearly an hour of bending over to take the light bulb, I got up and raised my hand to twist the light bulb. When I felt that my waist was about to strain my lumbar muscles, I finally twisted the last light bulb. By this time the sun had already set, and the sky had turned a dark blue, but it was not darkened by the neon lights of Las Vegas.
"I twisted ninety-eight times." I threw off my hands and put down my gloves, leaning on my waist and panting unevenly, and said to him.
"One hundred and six on my side, it adds up to two hundred and four bulbs." Dillon, after knowing my number, turned around and said directly to the staff who had been waiting for us for a long time. The follow-up photographer, who was also standing by the side and filmed the whole process, turned around in a hurry and pointed the camera lens in the past.
"Correct." The uncle, who was obviously doing this in his usual job, told us without hesitation that he was right. Then he handed the next fast-forward clue card from his hand.
Then the crane started lowering back to the ground, and when our crane was halfway down, I noticed that Zoe and Joseph's crane also moved and started to lower the height.
"Go to lewisroad, where you will take a helicopter to your final terminal! But before the helicopter pilot takes you to the terminal, you need to look above the Las Vegas night sky and look for the speed sign below. Neon sign." When I said 'but', my throat froze, and I was completely helpless when I saw the content behind.
"One more mission..." I glanced at Dillon helplessly, and then found that his eyes lit up after hearing the long-awaited helicopter ride. "Okay, when you think you've found the right sign, tell the crew in the co-pilot seat. If it's right, the plane will stop hovering over the city and take you to your destination."
"But!" Another turning point, I reluctantly looked at this description of the characters that was countless times longer than the character profile of changing the light bulb, and it was almost like a chemistry problem. "The plane will only take you to the sky above the destination, and then the contestants need to... parachute to the terminal on the ground..."
I visibly felt my face wrinkle, and giving my life to another person was not a pleasant feeling to me. Even if the other party is a licensed professional skydiver.
"Bitter melon face." I saw Dillon's hand lift up and squeeze my earlobe. "Relax, I have a uspa skydiving license. If you don't want someone else to bring it, just the two of us do it together."
"Okay," I said, pulling the back of his hand again. "In that case, my life and my chance to win the grand prize are left to you here."