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"Of course... Since it is a special question with double scores, it will naturally be more difficult. Please listen to the question..." Mr. You held up the question card and said, "Green Lantern... I think everyone knows it." He glanced at the camera: "Their The energy source of the green light is 'willpower'." He looked up at Feng Bujue and said, "In the DC universe, the green light represents willpower, so... what do the lights of other colors represent? Please name at least four ,Timing begins!"
It is impossible for Feng Bujue to be stumped by this kind of question. Even if it wasn't for collecting writing materials, he would read a lot out of interest. So at this moment, he just recalled a little bit, and then he answered: "Well... Let me arrange it by color. Red light, anger; orange light, greed; yellow light, fear; green light, willpower; blue light, Compassion; blue lights, hope; purple lights, love. There is also a black light, representing death."
The audience was silent, Mr. You looked at the answer in his hand, was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly said in a fast and firm tone: "It's absolutely correct!"
The audience erupted in applause second only to that at the opening.
"Contestant No. 1 is really knowledgeable. He has scored 40 points after three questions, while the other three contestants have zero points after two laps. Competitor No. 1 is basically invincible." Mr. You explained, He turned his head and looked at the guest seats: "What do the three guests think of the performance of contestant No. 1?"
After the camera focused on the guest seats, Ms. Arrogant actually spoke for the first time today. She only said two words: "Dead house." After speaking, she turned her head away again and snorted coldly.
Plague slumped on the seat, resting his cheeks with his bony hands. The skin on his hands was almost transparent, and the blood vessels under the skin could be seen. This posture made his appearance even more haggard: "Speaking of... Why isn't there a single color that represents the plague..."
The cameraman (a translucent ghost) turned the lens to Hephaestus again, and the guy's comment was still inexplicable: "Cut... aren't they just lanterns and rings that collect free energy? If you want to mass-produce that kind of thing , as long as the number of Cyclops peons is sufficient... "
"Okay, thank you three for your comments." Mr. You snatched the conversation before the guy finished speaking, and said to Xiaotan: "Contestant No. 2, please listen to the tenth question." He burned the previous one. One question card, and said to the next one: "Please use English and spell it accurately—Phenylketonuria. The timer starts."
As soon as the ticking sound effect sounded, Mr. You turned around to interact with the audience: "As we all know, in English, medical terminology is a very troublesome piece, those long and hard to remember..."
"Henylketonuria, KU for short." Xiaotan replied, and then he spelled the whole word letter by letter.
Mr. You froze for a few seconds, then raised the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with the hand holding the microphone, opened his small eyes, and carefully checked the answer on the question card: "Hmm... that's right!"
Xiaotan's score was increased by ten points, and the audience applauded.
"It seems that this question just asked about the professional field of the second contestant, or is his English particularly good?" Mr. You commented.
"This is actually quite simple..." Before Xiao Tan finished speaking, Mr. You raised his voice self-consciously, and said again: "Then... next..."
Mr. You turned to Siyu again: "Contestant No. 3, now only you and contestant No. 4 have zero points. This question is very important."
"Oh." Siyu responded indifferently, looking at his attitude, he seemed to be saying "no big deal".
"Please listen to the question..." Mr. You took the new question card in front of his eyes, glanced at it, and said, "Please tell me, what does the chemical formula appearing on the screen represent? The timer starts!" After he finished speaking, he operated like rain The same chemical formula appeared on the small screen on the stage and the big screen at the scene: C6H12O6.
"Glucose." Siyu thought for a while, then replied.
"Correct!" Mr. You said.
The audience cheered again.
"It seems that our contestants are all very good. Will the suspense last until the last lap? Or will it end at the next question?" Mr. You turned to the sad spirit.
"Hey! Is this implying that I will become negative ten after answering this question?" Bei Lingxu stared at You Fatty: "Even if it is really negative ten, I still have a chance in the next round, right? .”
"Hehe... I say this because..." Fatty You held up the next question card in his hand: "This twelfth question is another special question."
There was an uproar in the audience.
"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You said to the question card: "Please name three players who won the title of European Footballer of the Year in the 20th century. Full names are not required, but... the nationalities of the three cannot be repeated. Timing start!"
Bei Ling pursed her lips again, with a troubled expression on her face.
"This question about the sports world may be very simple for a male player. I think if the number one or number two player gets it, the 20 points will be the same as the gift. Unfortunately, it is our female player. I was asked this question." Mr. You said, reminding: "There are 30 seconds left."
"Beckenbauer, Platini." Sad Ling actually said two.
"So far...Correct." Mr. You said: "It's very interesting... The two players mentioned by No. 4 are not only outstanding players, but also served as officials later."
"Ronaldo!" Sad Ling seemed to suddenly recall the name, and then said.
"Player No. 4, may I ask... why do you think that a Brazilian won the European Footballer of the Year?" Mr. You asked with a smile on his face.
"Huh? Is this a Brazilian?" Bei Ling asked back.
"Uh... Since you don't know him, why did you answer that name?" Mr. You said.
"Because I have the impression that many players who play football have this name, so I thought... Maybe there will be one of them who is better than Mr. What." Bei Ling replied.
"Well..." Mr. You said: "Well, anyway, the answer to this question... is correct!"
The applause of the audience sounded, and Sad Ling's score immediately reached twenty.
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, and audiences regardless of gender..." Mr. You said emotionally: "This is the end of the first round, and there are still four questions left. Let's take a look at the four questions." The score of the players."
"Contestant No. 1 is far ahead with 40 points. Contestant No. 2 is 10 and still looks very nervous. Contestant No. 3 is calm and also 10. With the lucky performance of No. 4 contestant on special problems, there are already Twenty points." Following Mr. You's explanation, the camera showed four people one by one.
"Then... if there is no accident, the contestants who enter the arena will be selected from the three contestants No. 2, 3, and 4." Mr. You began to stir up the atmosphere, and said loudly: "Now, please hold your breath and concentrate on entering the arena." The last four questions of the first round!"
He turned to Feng Bujue and picked up the question card: "This question..." He paused deliberately: "It's not a special question."
"You mean, it doesn't matter even if I get the wrong answer?" Feng Bujue said.
"That's right, but I want to remind you that the player with the highest score at the end of each round will get a mysterious advantage." Mr. You made a "one" gesture with the hand holding the card, and said The tone is very suggestive.
"Advantages..." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully, "In short... you should ask first."
"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You said: "Excuse me...'There is meaning in it, and the will is immortal. Are you familiar with the mystery and power of the will? God is a great will, which pervades all things with its single-minded characteristic. If a mortal has no weakness of will, he will never submit to an angel, nor will he submit to the god of death.'" He paused at this point: "Who said the above sentence? The clock starts!"
"Hmph... Is it the last lap? It's an insidious question..." Feng Bujue sneered. Judging by his attitude, he seemed to have a plan in mind: "At the beginning of the article "Ligeia", the author quoted Joseph Granville This paragraph, in order to cater to the central idea of the full text."
"Then your answer is Joseph..." Mr. You just started.
Feng Bujue interrupted: "But!" He pointed at Fatty You with his finger: "But..." Ligeia" was written by Edgar Allan Poe, this alcoholic cannot be trusted." He smiled and said: "Granville is a famous theist, and Poe took a fancy to this... In fact, Poe himself wrote the passage just now. He invented a few lines like this, and then put a dash and wrote Ge. Ranville's name makes people think that they are quoting the works of the ancestors, but in fact... this is Poe's writing."
Mr. You said, "So... what is your answer?"
"Without a doubt. Edgar Allan Poe." Feng Bujue said.
"Exactly!" Mr. You waved his hand and burned the question card. The audience once again burst into applause and cheers.
"Huh..." Mr. You breathed out, "Contestant No. 1 answered all four questions correctly in the first round, including a special question. The current score of 50 points is enough for him to get the first place." He said Turning to Xiao Tan: "Then what will be the fate of contestant No. 2?"
Xiao Tan was covered in cold sweat, and said with a dry smile: "Heh... hehe... I'm ready to go to that arena..."
"Really... woohoo..." Mr. You smiled and said, "But the questions in the last lap are indeed more difficult, so... please listen to the questions!" He looked at the question cards and said, "We all know... There is a fictional character , called Kick-Ass. When he took off his superhero outfit, he was a student. Excuse me, what is the name of this student?" Mr. You put down the question card, looked at Xiaotan and said, " Timing begins!"
Xiao Tan was dumbfounded after hearing the question. He is a person who can't hide things in his heart, and it can be seen from the expression on his face... that he doesn't know the answer at all.
"Hmm..." Xiao Tan has watched the entire series of this movie, even more than once, but he didn't remember the name of the main character.
"There are still 30 seconds." Mr. You reminded him, and at the same time said sarcastic remarks to the audience: "Ah, I can understand from the expression of contestant No. 1. He knows the answer. It's a pity that this question is not up to him. Come and answer."
The sound effects of Dida Dida continued, and Xiao Tan had no clue at all.
"Fifteen seconds left." Mr. You reported again.
"Well, I don't know." Xiao Tan couldn't stand the tense atmosphere anymore, and he gave up without waiting for the time to run out.
There was booing from the audience.
"Unfortunately, the score of contestant No. 2 has returned to zero again, and it is currently the lowest score." Mr. You said, and then came to the rainy operation platform: "Contestant No. 3, as long as you answer this question correctly, you will be safe , and as long as contestant No. 4 does not encounter any special questions again, even if she answers wrong, the result will not change. It can be said...the fifteenth question will most likely determine the result of the first round."
"Oh." Siyu's reaction was exactly the same as the previous lap.
The corners of Mr. You's mouth twitched twice. He talked for a long time, but the other party was still completely unmoved. He could only pick up the answer sheet and ask, "Well... Excuse me, the legendary... Ten Temples of Hades, the second one , the fifth hall and the tenth hall, which three kings are they? Timing... "
Siyu gave the answer before the other party finished speaking: "King Chu Jiang, King Yama, King Zhuanlun."
Mr. You burned the question card: "Correct!"
There was applause from the audience, and at the same time, the cameraman shrewdly pointed the camera at Xiaotan in the second position, capturing a bitter face.
Mr. You returned to the middle of the stage, facing the sad spirit side, looked at the last question card in his hand, and said, "This is the sixteenth question..." He deliberately paused for a full ten seconds: "It turns out..." This guy seemed to be asking questions every time. When two words came out of my mouth, I had to pause: "It turned out to be another special question!"
The audience fell silent for a moment.
"Now contestant No. 4 has a score of 20 points." Mr. You said: "If she answers this question incorrectly, the score will return to zero." Last minute."
"Hey, Fatty, if he and I become zero points, who will enter the arena?" Bei Ling suddenly asked.
"Uh... Fatty..." Mr. You looked sad: "Well, it seems that he is calling me..."
He didn't want to admit it. There was only a ghost photographer in the middle of the stage besides him. If the photographer was put on the scale, it would weigh about 21 grams.
"Uh huh... If there is a situation where two people tie for the first place, then there will be an extra question to answer the question." Mr. You cleared his throat to cover up his embarrassment: "And if there is a situation where two people rank at the bottom with the same score, then the two players will enter the arena together."
"Oh?" Bei Ling smiled slyly: "Heh... Then I will abstain from this question."
The audience was in an uproar, but Mr. You just laughed and said nothing.
On the other side, Feng Bujue looked at Beiling and gave her a thumbs up, firstly to praise her for her correct strategy, and secondly to praise her for her loyalty.
Xiao Tan was overwhelmed with gratitude, no matter what the arena was, if the two of them went together, he would feel more at ease.
"Give up without even listening to the content of the topic... It seems that I don't need to ask you if you are sure." Mr. You smiled meaningfully: "Then... you two are invited, the arena!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the chairs of Xiao Tan and Sad Ling rotated and sank downward. After landing in the dark space under the floor, the two of them were once again pulled away from their original positions by an invisible traction force, and reunited. Came to the two slides, and moved forward at high speed towards the unknown field.
The pictures on the big screen at the scene were switched at the right time, and an empty desert appeared in the lens. Not long after, on the thousands of miles of yellow sand, Xiaotan fell from the sky and fell on all fours. A few seconds later, Sad Spirit also descended from the sky, his feet firmly on Xiao Tan's stomach, and he landed safely.
"Who will be the first executioner to appear in the arena today?" Mr. You said, "Although our four contestants are not high-level existences, but... when life of any class is struggling on the verge of death, That kind of viewing is incomparable." He mobilized the emotions of the audience with a high-pitched tone: "Who or what will be responsible for this bloody task of one against two?" He leaned closer After a few steps, staring at the camera lens, the live music also became weird and tense.
Suddenly, Mr. You's expression changed, and he read at a fast speed: "Before this, all viewers who are watching our program, please pay attention, you can still send text messages or log in to our website to participate in the program through the interactive method at the bottom of the screen. In the activity of guessing the final winner, you will have the opportunity to get an exquisite gift worth 1,000 ghost coins provided by Scary Box! Make a deal, come to Scary Box! Win prizes and watch death quiz! Thank you for your support!"
"Hey! What kind of advertisement should be inserted at the most critical time!" Feng Bujue shouted.
"Hehe... It seems that our No. 1 contestant is a little anxious." Mr. You said with a smile: "However, before I announce the first executioner in the arena, let our three guests comment on the first round of the contestants. Performance, by the way, their predictions about the executioner."
The camera showed her arrogance again, she looked down at Fatty You in the distance arrogantly, and said: "If I comment, can you find a corner to commit suicide or something?"
"Why did you make such a request... Has the contempt for me reached this level?" Mr. You replied, wiping his sweat, "Uh... I'm afraid not."
"Huh..." So arrogant stopped talking.
Then, the camera was directly shown to Hephaestus. It seems that the cameraman has seen through it, and the plague, who is more reliable in his speech, should be the last to speak.
"Could the executioner be a Cyclops?" Hephaestus's comment was as expected.
"If it is, you can find a corner and commit suicide!" Fatty You shouted.
Finally, the camera showed Plague, and he spoke slowly to Mr. You: "The performance in the first round basically showed their respective areas of knowledge. It is worth mentioning that the No. 1 contestant is very comprehensive. As for the executioner Well... there is nothing to predict, ah cough, cough cough... I am a knight, so I already know what is in that desert, so... you, the host, are responsible for the announcement."
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