The rotating pointer pointed to the position of the peaked cap. He and those behind him reflexively jumped away from the pointer.
Xu Huo took two steps forward and suddenly said: "I'm in a life-and-death situation, you won't steal my props, right?"
Brother Feng smiled and said nothing. He was tall and thin in camouflage clothes, wiping his gun and said: "Brother Feng, we still don't like your props."
"That's good." Xu Huo quickly walked to the black circle at the base of the pointer. The moment he stood in, everything around him was absorbed into pure white again.
What was suspended in front of him this time was a twenty-four-square turntable that was slightly larger than before, with black and white squares occupying half of it. The black pointer still showed a ten-minute countdown.
He did not rush to take out the two-color Rubik's Cube, but stood three meters away from the turntable and raised his hand.
The lower side of the turntable misted and disappeared across the distance, and then condensed in front of his finger, and the countdown numbers were instantly enlarged.
However, Xu Huo did not turn the pointer, but waited for the time to decrease.
He didn't feel any discomfort in the first five minutes, but when the countdown started with "4", the image of the undertaker announcing the rules of the game suddenly appeared in his mind. The six rules were repeated repeatedly, and then the image of those people exploding.
Everyone dies from an unknown force. The source cannot be traced, and it is impossible to prevent. Once transferred to Haig, the only outcome is death, and no one can save it.
He only had ten minutes. If he took a gamble, he might be able to switch to the white grid...
His brows furrowed more and more, and Xu Huo's gaze became more and more impatient as he stared at the countdown. When there were only three minutes left in the countdown, a light, almost transparent iron chain appeared in the space, one end wrapped around the turntable, and the other wrapped around him.
His wrist led him to raise his hand.
Illusion? Or the power of the turntable?
Before his outstretched hand touched the pointer, there was a sudden pain on the back of his hand. In the blink of an eye, the chain disappeared.
"There's more than a minute left. He doesn't think he doesn't need to turn around after ten minutes." Outside, the tall and sturdy camouflage-clad girl stared maliciously at the painting girl standing next to Xu Huo, "This is a high-end person."
The space created by the props, even if you don’t want to change it, it’s not up to you in the end.”
The painting girl rolled her eyes and typed the vocabulary she just learned on her phone: "Idiot!"
The tall man in camouflage uniform hit the ground and stood up, but Xu Huo stretched out his hand three times. He immediately stopped, only to see the white stripe on the back of his hand disappear!
"Failed." Xu Huo's eyes regained their brightness. He turned back to look at Brother Feng and the other three, "I transferred to Heig."
Brother Feng's face turned ugly for a moment, "Why don't you use props?"
"My props don't work every time." Xu Huo said simply and took the painting girl aside.
At this time, on the nearby turntable, a group of people tried their best to stay away from the pointer in order to escape the life-and-death situation. However, after the pointer stopped, the people in the grid all became sluggish or crazy. Apparently, everyone was pulled in at the same time.
Life and death game.
What followed was an intermittent bloody explosion. The same situation occurred on several other turntables. The person on one of the turntables was hiding in a grid outside the pointer, but was still randomly selected in the end.
Xu Huo glanced at the exploding grids on several turntables and his eyes moved slightly.
"Idiot." Brother Feng sneered, turned around and scanned the crowd, and pointed at a woman holding a child, "Next one."
"Ahem!" The peaked hat cleared his throat, "I'll do it this time."
Just as he was about to move forward, he was pushed back by the tall camouflage uniform, "Is it your turn to be a hero? Get out of here."
The peaked cap wanted to argue, but swallowed his words when he saw the gun pointed at him.
Brother Feng said over there: "It's best not to waste your chance of survival. If you want to hit the road, I can give you a ride."
The woman who was singled out cried and handed the child to someone around her, but was stopped by the old man who had been following Xu Huo and the others. He took the initiative to say to Brother Feng: "As long as it's not the player you mentioned, anyone else can."
OK?"
Brother Feng nodded.
The old man turned back to the woman and the person who wanted to dissuade him: "I have lived for sixty or seventy years and it is not a pity to die. You young people have to live well. Only when you live can the country have hope and the children have hope."
.”
After finishing finishing his clothes, he took out his wife's ring and put it on his hand. He calmly walked towards the turning pointer and stood directly in the circle.
Xu Huo asked him outside, "Old sir, are you afraid of death?"
"Haha!" the old gentleman laughed, "Old man, I was a soldier when I was young. I was afraid that I would not be able to resist the gun!"
Xu Huo smiled slightly and said, "I wish you good luck."
The hands quickly stopped and the ten-minute countdown began. The old man began to describe what he saw:
"Everywhere is white... There is a twenty-four-segment turntable... The white pointer... The turntable can still move, but it can't be hit or touched... I'm going to spin..."
At this time, Xu Huo drew out his dagger and walked up to him, took his hand and drew two words on his palm: Don't turn.
Brother Feng narrowed his eyes when he saw this, but said nothing.
The countdown quickly came to an end. Although the old man gestured to indicate that he had received the message, he still turned the pointer at the last ten seconds, and then a white line appeared on the back of his hand.
The caps and others in the rear burst into cheers of joy. The old man who came out of the life-and-death situation couldn't believe it himself, "I'm actually still alive!"
"I just wanted to give it a try. If I was lucky, I might be able to save one more person. I didn't expect that I actually succeeded!"
"Maybe good people are rewarded," Xu Huo said with a smile.
"The old man is so lucky!" Gao Zhuang in camouflage muttered, but Brother Feng didn't think so. He looked at Xu Huo and pointed the gun in his hand towards the painting girl and Wang Chaoqing, "Brother, you can see
Let’s get started, don’t hide it, just tell it.”
"Just a little guess." Xu Huo said: "I think this carousel is not unsolvable. It seems that there is only one option after entering the life and death situation, but in fact there is a second option."
"That means not moving the needle."
"This is impossible. Everyone who enters the life and death situation must turn the pointer." Brother Feng said flatly.
"Are you 100% sure, or do you not know because you haven't seen it before?" Xu Huo asked, "Props should have usage restrictions. Props that are 100% guaranteed to die and have no possibility of survival do not comply with the rules of props."
"Someone can get a chance to survive." Brother Feng said.
"Half and half of the black and white squares, 50% chance. How many people have you met so far who have a chance of survival? Players don't count."
Brother Feng glanced at the old gentleman and said, "He is the only one, the others are players, and players can use props to cheat."
"It can be seen that life and death each account for half. For everyone, the possibility of the life half appearing is very low." Xu Huo said: "But the old gentleman just now did not need to turn the pointer. He was extremely awake.
Make the next choice.”
"In that case, you might as well try the second option - don't move the pointer."
This chapter has been completed!