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"Correct!" It took a long time for Mr. You to announce, the score on the console increased accordingly, and Feng Bujue's score had already reached 120 points.
The audience burst into cheers and applause, the sound engineer played a fast-paced soundtrack, and the lights flickered at the right time.
"Hehe, contestant No. 1 seems to be getting better." Mr. You said with a smile, "Then...the next thing he has to face is the fourth question." He burned the question card for the third question, read it Glancing at the new question, with a sly smile on his face, he looked at the ground and said unconsciously: "This question is worth 120 points!"
The audience was in an uproar, and Xiao Tan was shocked when they heard the words.
"Contestant No. 1, you four..." Mr. You looked around: "The fundamental purpose of the four...is to survive, not to compete. In the second round, it doesn't matter who wins, the real key is who wins Who will you choose to go to the arena?" Mr. You said: "The points of the second, third, and fourth players are zero, twenty, and zero respectively. It can be said that you now have a considerable advantage. As long as they Give up all of them on the second question, and you will be able to guarantee your number one position."
"You mean, there's no need for me to continue at the risk of getting my score to zero?" Feng Bujue asked.
Mr. You replied: "Hehe... I'm just analyzing the situation for you. If you are the one in charge of making suggestions among the four, I think your teammates will be happy to cooperate."
"You mean teammates? Hehe... Since you knew from the beginning that our goal is to survive, not to compete for the first place." Feng Bujue's expression changed, and he cast a wicked sneer at the other party, as if it was really JOKER seemed possessed, and his tone of speech also changed: "Then I want to ask... is there any point in the arrangement that only the first place can get the prize? We are a team, does it make any difference who gets the prize?"
"Uh... that..." Mr. You hesitated, not because he was stopped by the question, but because he didn't want to answer.
"Also, as long as you remind other players, the player who answered the question will lose points. This rule is obviously also set up for teamwork. If in a competitive game, players will not remind each other, there is no question at all. This kind of restriction is needed." Feng Bujue sneered: "Humph... May I ask if I can come up with such a hypothesis..." He raised an arm and pointed to the title of the program that was being displayed on the big screen, "Death Questions and Answers, this program's surface On the surface it is a game of four players competing for the first place, but in fact, it is a team survival game.”
Feng Bujue simply sat upright, set up the microphone and said, "Someone will enter the arena every round, but that may not lead to death. The arena is just a trial at the end of each round, and those who fail to get the highest score May enter... Simply put, it doesn't matter if you can't answer the questions, people with strong combat ability can still enter the next round." Feng Bujue tilted his head, resting his elbows on the operating table, staring at Mr. You's flickering His eyes said: "So... what we have experienced so far is just the preparation and accumulation for the last round of this game. That may be the third round, the fifth round... I don't know... In short, in the last round The round is the real 'death question and answer', and at that time..." Feng Bujue leaned back on the chair again: "The 'scores' accumulated before will play a very important role that I don't know at the moment. important role."
There was no sound at the scene, except for the monsters that made sounds at certain times, such as the hiccup monster, the audience was solemn.
Mr. You held the microphone, and the lighting engineer shone a bright column of light on him. He walked to the camera, and gradually showed excitement and a smile on his face: "Everyone, the number one contestant..." Mr. You said this time His voice was very low, but because it was very quiet at the moment, everyone could hear clearly: "He unexpectedly guessed the rule change in the third round... This..." He suddenly raised his voice: "This is unprecedented! Let us give him Applause and cheers!"
The audience erupted with applause, whistles, and howling, accompanied by the howling of some werewolves.
Mr. You staggered his short and fat body back to Feng Bujue's console: "But unfortunately, I can't tell you the specific rules of the last round right now."
"I think I know enough." Feng Bujue said, "In short, the fourth question, 120 points, I choose to answer."
"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You held up the question card and said, "Among the following four people, who is the richest..." He paused: "A, Tony Stark; , Bruce Wayne; C, Shi Gao Uncle Scrooge; D, Forrest Gump."
Feng Bujue immediately pressed the C key, and Mr. You asked unhurriedly, "Your answer is Uncle Scrooge?"
"Of course, that duck isn't in the same class as the other three guys."
"Answer..." After the expected pause, Mr. You said, "Correct!" Feng Bujue's score reached 240 points, and the audience burst into applause.
Mr. You burned the fourth question card, glanced at the fifth question, and said, "Contestant No. 1, if I tell you now that the fifth question is very, very difficult to answer, will you give up?"
"Let's talk about the score of this question first." Feng Bujue naturally wouldn't be easily fooled by the other party.
"The value of this question is..." Mr. You's expression suddenly became a little strange, "One thousand skill points."
Neither the audience nor the guests reacted much, but the four players all showed expressions of disbelief when they heard this sentence.
"What... skill value?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Nonsense, what skill value are you talking about?" Mr. You spread his hands and smiled at the camera, and the audience burst into laughter.
"I want to answer!" Feng Bujue said firmly: "Report the question." He only thought that in this script, the skill value is considered a normal concept.
"Hmph..." Mr. You sneered, picked up the question card and said, "So far, you have only received one fear rating in Horror Paradise..."
"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's eyes widened, and he interrupted Mr. You almost instinctively.
"What's the matter? Is there any problem?" Mr. You asked in a relaxed tone.
"What the hell is going on..." Feng Bujue asked while trying to stand up, but Mr. You waved his fingers lightly, and an invisible force pushed him back on the seat.
"Who told you to stand up?" Mr. You said in the tone of an adult teaching a child: "Listen to me and finish the question."
At this moment, Xiao Tan, Bei Ling, and Si Yu all felt an indescribable sense of oppression. The atmosphere on this stage changed, becoming oppressive and terrifying...
Mr. You continued to read the topic in his hand: "So far, you have only received one fear rating in Horror Paradise, may I ask which is... A, full of courage; , courageous; C, panicked; D, Terrified."
Feng Bujue looked at Mr. You suspiciously, slowly stretched out his hand, and pressed the button representing option A. Before Mr. You announced the answer, he heard the system prompt: [You have obtained 1000 skill points]
"Are you a derivative?" Feng Bujue lowered his voice and asked, his first reaction was this, but he was wrong.
"You suspect that I am a species with a lower dimension than you?" Mr. You smiled and said, "Hehehe... don't make such a joke, please?" He burned the question card and took out the next one: "The sixth Question... The reward for the correct answer is a pass to the 'inner world' of the horror park." He moved his fingers, and a small black card appeared between his index and middle fingers, "If you answer wrong, Your psionic weapon will disappear."
Feng Bujue's brain is running fast... From the beginning of entering the script to the present, the continuous accumulation of various abnormal phenomena seems to have caused a qualitative change in everything at this moment, "Enough." A strange voice sounded.
It was a man in a suit with brown hair. He appeared abruptly in the center of the stage, standing one meter behind Mr. You.
In an instant, Mr. You's expression froze, and the smile froze on his face. The three people in the guest seat seemed to be sitting in the office and making jokes, and suddenly saw the leader come in, their sitting postures and expressions all changed. The audience at the scene was stunned.
The blockbuster called fear has been piled up, just waiting for that little flame... to detonate the audience.
Simon stood behind Mr. You, looking down at the fat man's neck: "Are you going to speak with your back to me?"
"Heh... hehe... dare not... dare not." Mr. You's sweat flowed down from his hat like a waterfall, and his nervousness and fear were written directly on his face.
Simon turned his gaze to the cameraman again. He didn't say a word, just a look, and the translucent ghost wailed in pain, his whole body was covered with a layer of strong light, and then exploded like fireworks , The soul flies away. The camera in front of him was naturally blown up.
"Stuffed fish, get out." Simon said in the middle of the stage with a moderate volume and an unquestionable tone.
The demons and ghosts in the auditorium are like people seeing ghosts, making all kinds of hog-killing shouts, rolling and crawling, jumping like chickens and dogs, rushing towards various exits. Most of the door frames were smashed, and some even broke through the walls and escaped.
In less than thirty seconds, there were only four players, Simon, Mr. You, and three guests in the guest seat left in the entire recording studio.
"Long time no see, Brother Simon, hahaha..." Hephaestus smiled and tried to get close.
Simon just replied indifferently, "It's you...how is the order I ordered?"
"Uh...you know, Brother Simon, it's very troublesome to make a weapon suitable for you, and besides, we didn't agree to deliver it before the end of the 21st century..."
"But you seem to be free, don't you?" he interrupted.
"Understand! Understood! I'll disappear right away! Hehe! Please do what you want, hehe..." Hephaestus really disappeared after saying this.
"I didn't expect you to come to such an occasion." Simon shifted his eyes to the arrogant body again.
"Hmph..." She snorted coldly, "You're wide enough."
"I'm on business too." Simon replied, "If you have any private matters to tell me..."
"Hmph!" Arrogance turned into a puff of black smoke and left before he could finish his sentence.
"Why are you looking at me?" The next thing Master Plague looked at Simon was: "I'll just look at it and not talk, can't I?"
"You bet." Simon replied.
"The high-level personnel have basically placed their bets." Plague put on a very innocent look.
"I'm the referee." Simon continued.
"That's because no one can beat you, but..."
"And but?" Simon said in a deep voice.
"Okay... I was wrong, I was wrong, okay, I'll just go." Plague coughed twice, turned into black light and left.
Simon's eyes returned to Mr. You again, "Okay, please explain, what does this mean?"
"Uh... Brother, can I ask, what's going on here?" Feng Bujue waved at Simon, and interjected with sincerity.
Simon glanced at Feng Bujue, and then snapped his fingers. A second later, the bottle of SC-500 appeared in his hand. He threw the bottle to Feng Bujue and said, "You have already cleared the level."
Feng Bujue took the medicine bottle that flew over and didn't look at the properties carefully, and immediately asked again: "What's going on? This script..."
"Don't worry, I guarantee that this situation will not happen again, at least not in a short time..." After Simon finished speaking, all four players turned into white light and were forcibly teleported.
...
In the landing space, Feng Bujue established a team communication: "Have you all been teleported too?"
Xiaotan continued: "Yes."
"What's the situation with the script just now?" Sad Ling's voice also appeared.
A voice like rain sounded: "It seems... There was a conflict among the OSSs in the script, and then they drove us away?"
Xiao sighed: "It's so strange. It shows that the task completion is 0/0, but the clearance rewards are very complete. What kind of UG is this?"
Feng Bujue said: "The man in the suit who appeared suddenly... His tone seems to be a GM, maybe something serious happened to us."
"Then what should we do?" Xiao Tan asked.
"What should I do? Didn't you get the customs clearance reward? If you ask the customer service, you probably won't know anything. You can't complain... It's too easy to just clear the customs after halfway through the game." Feng Bujue said.
"Don't you realize that all the fear ratings you've got so far are 'full of guts'?" Si Yu asked suddenly.
"Captain, you must be cheating, right?" Bei Ling continued.
"Ah... that..." Feng Bujue really didn't know how to answer this question. He didn't know these two girls very well, they were just friends he met in the game. Confession
But he changed his mind, if he made up a reason to cover it up now, even if the reason is tenable for the time being, maybe they will find out the truth from Xiaotan... After deliberating for a while, Feng Bujue said: "Isn't it open?" Hanging, of course, it's not about injecting some sedative drugs to play games... I just don't feel scared."
As soon as this remark came out, Ru Yu and Bei Ling naturally wanted to continue asking.
Feng Bujue rushed forward before they asked the question: "But why this happened, I'm sorry I can't tell you, and you don't ask Xiaotan. Even if it's my little privacy, I hope you can keep this secret."
After a silent silence, Siyu said: "Okay, I won't mention this matter."
Hearing what she said, Bei Ling also said: "I have no objection, don't worry, I am also very tight-lipped."
"Well... Thank you, why don't we just break up today." Feng Bujue said.
"Okay, I'm a little tired too, let's get off." Xiao Tan replied.
Ruyu and Beiling also expressed their intention to go offline, and the four said goodbye to each other and left the game one after another.
...
Time went back a little, a few minutes ago, the death question and answer recording scene.
Simon looked down at Mr. You and said, "Who allowed you to bring them to the death quiz? Are you planning to continue this show?"
"Well...the ones here are just virtual projections, and they won't really die..." Mr. You seemed to want to explain.
"What did you want to do just now?" Simon asked.
"It was Woody who fouled first! He made Feng Bujue enter the Thunderbolt world at the tenth level, and he easily obtained spiritual weapons." Mr. You directly defended.
"You mean...you are correcting the results of some violations for me." Simon asked.
Mr. You's face turned pale. He knew that there was an extremely dangerous trap hidden in this sentence. If he answered "yes", the implication was that he was exercising the power of referee. With Simon's character, as long as he gave He has a tenable reason, let alone a demigod, he dares to kill a true god.
"No!" Mr. You said, "I definitely didn't mean that."
"You gave him 1,000 skill points first, and then you are going to take away his spiritual weapon, do you think you can settle it?" Simon said, "Do you think if Woody knows the cleverness you are playing, he will How to do it?"
"Uh..." Mr. You was momentarily at a loss for words.
Simon said coldly: "He will throw the guy you bet on to the territory of the first-level derivative without hesitation, and knock his strength back by about ten levels."
"But...but..." Mr. You wanted to say something else.
"There is nothing wrong with Feng Bujue getting a psychic weapon. With his strength, there is no need to wait until about level 30 to get it. This is my judgment as a referee." Simon said: "From now on, you These guys’ small actions should stop here." He snorted coldly: "I have completed the correction of the system, and the back door left by Woody no longer exists, and you don't want to intervene, even for a second."
As Simon said, he walked towards the main camera with a fixed position on the stage. He stood in front of the camera, his gaze as cold as a blade: "The game is only now officially beginning. Whoever dares to put his hand on the table again, I will chop off his hand." gone."
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