Chapter 124 Questions and Answers about Death (End)
"Correct!" Mr. You announced after a long time. The scores on the operating table increased accordingly. Feng Bujue's score had reached 120 points. . . .
The audience burst into cheers and applause, the sound engineer played a fast-paced soundtrack, and the lights flashed in time.
"Haha, 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 and looked at it.
He glanced at the new question, looked at the ground with a sly smile, and said, "This question is worth 120 points!"
The audience was in an uproar, Xiaotan and others were also shocked when they heard this.
"Contestant No. 1, the four of you..." 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 to win.
Who will that person choose to go to the arena?" Mr. You said: "The scores of contestants No. 2, 3 and 4 are zero, twenty and zero points respectively. It can be said that you now have a considerable advantage.
As long as they all give up on the second question, you can guarantee your first place."
"You mean, there's no need for me to continue risking my score to zero, right?" Feng Bujue asked.
Mr. You replied: "Haha... I'm just analyzing the situation for you. If you are the one among the four who is responsible for making suggestions, I think your teammates will be happy to cooperate."
"You mean teammates? Haha... Since you knew from the beginning that our goal is to survive as a whole, not to compete for the first place." Feng Bujue's expression changed, and he threw an evil sneer at the other party, as if it was really true.
It was as if he was possessed by joker, and his tone of voice 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 asked, but because he didn't want to answer.
"Also, as long as other players are prompted, points will be deducted from the player who answered the question. This rule is obviously designed for teamwork. If it is in a competitive game, the players will not prompt each other. It is not possible at all.
This kind of restriction is needed." Feng Bujue sneered: "Hmph...can I put forward such a hypothesis..." He raised an arm and pointed at the title of the program displayed on the big screen, "Death Questions and Answers, this
On the surface, the show is a game where four contestants compete for first place, but in fact, it is a team survival game."
Feng Bujue simply sat up straight, placed the microphone and said: "Every round, someone will enter the arena, but that may not lead to death. The arena is just a trial at the end of each round. There are people who fail to get the highest score.
You may enter... To put it simply, it doesn't matter if you can't answer the question. People with strong fighting ability can still enter the next round." Feng Bujue tilted his head, propped his elbows on the operating table, and stared at Mr. You's twinkling eyes.
Uncertain eyes said: "So... what we have experienced so far is just 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,
The final round will be the real 'death question', and at that time..." Feng Bujue leaned back on the chair again: "The 'scores' accumulated before will play a certain role in what I still have at the moment.
I don’t know, it plays a very important role.”
The scene was completely silent, except for the monsters that made sounds at certain moments, such as the hiccup monster, the audience was in solemn silence.
Mr. You held the microphone, and the lighting engineer shined a bright cylindrical light on him. He walked to the camera, and his face gradually showed excitement and smile: "Dear viewers, Contestant No. 1..." Mr. You this time
He spoke in a low voice, but because it was very quiet at the moment, everyone could hear clearly: "He actually guessed the rule changes in the third round... This..." He suddenly raised his voice: "This is unprecedented! Let's
We give him applause and cheers!"
The audience burst into excitement, applauding, whistling, and howling, accompanied by the howls of some werewolves.
Mr. You moved his short and fat body staggeringly back to Feng Bujue's console: "But it's a pity that I can't tell you the specific rules of the last round now."
"I think I know enough." Feng Bujue said: "Anyway, the fourth question, 120 points, I choose to answer."
"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You raised the question card and said: "Among the following four characters, who is the richest..." He paused: "a, Tony Stark; b, Bruce Wayne; c,
Uncle Scrooge; d, Forrest Gump."
Feng Bujue immediately pressed the c key, and Mr. You asked calmly: "Your answer is Uncle Scrooge?"
"Of course, that duck is not on the same level as the other three guys."
"Answer..." After an 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?"
"Tell me the score of this question first." Feng Bujue naturally would not 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 had much reaction, but after hearing this sentence, the four players all showed expressions of disbelief.
"Nonsense, what are you talking about?" Mr. You spread his hands and smiled at the camera, and the audience also burst into laughter.
"I want to answer!" Feng Bujue said firmly: "Report the question." He just thought that in this script, the skill value was 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 Thriller Paradise..."
"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's eyes widened and he interrupted Mr. You almost instinctively.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Mr. You asked in a relaxed tone.
"What the hell is going on..." Feng Bujue asked as he tried to stand up, but Mr. You waved his finger lightly, and an invisible force pushed him back to his seat.
"Who asked you to stand up?" Mr. You said in a tone of an adult lecturing a child: "Listen to me to finish the question."
At this moment, Xiao Tan, Bei Ling and Xi Yu all felt an indescribable sense of oppression. The atmosphere of the stage changed, becoming depressing and terrifying...
Mr. You then read the question in his hand: "So far, you have only received one fear rating in Thriller Paradise. What is that...a, full of courage; b, commendable courage; c, panic;
d, trembling with fear."
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 gained 1000 skill points]
"Are you a derivative?" Feng Bujue asked in a lowered voice. His first reaction was this, but he was wrong.
"Do you suspect that I am a species with a lower dimension than you?" Mr. You said with a smile: "Hehehe... don't make such a joke, okay?" He burned the question card and took out the next one: "No.
Six questions...the reward for correct answers is a pass to the 'other world' of the thriller park." He said, moved his fingers, and a small black card appeared between his index and middle fingers, "Wrong answer
If you do, your psychic weapon will disappear."
Feng Bujue's brain is running rapidly... From the beginning of entering the script to now, the continuous accumulation of various abnormal phenomena seems to have caused a qualitative change in everything at this moment.
"That's enough." A strange voice sounded.
It was a man in a suit with brown hair. He suddenly appeared 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 were as if they were sitting in the office making jokes, and suddenly saw the leader coming in, their sitting postures and expressions all changed. And the scene
The audience was stunned.
The blockbuster called fear has been piled up, just waiting for that little flame... to detonate the whole place.
Simon stood behind Mr. You, looking down at the fat man's neck: "Are you going to talk with your back to me?"
"Ha...hehe...don't dare...don't dare." Mr. You's sweat flowed from his hat like a waterfall, and nervousness and fear were written directly on his face.
Simon turned his attention to the cameraman again. He didn't say a word, just a look. The translucent ghost let out an extremely painful cry, and his whole body was covered with a layer of bright light, and then exploded like fireworks.
, his soul was shattered. The camera in front of him was naturally blown to pieces.
"Get out of here, all the bastards." Simon said this in the center of the stage with a medium volume and an unquestionable tone.
The demons and ghosts in the auditorium were like people seeing ghosts, making all kinds of shouts like killing pigs, rolling and crawling, jumping like chickens and dogs, and swarming towards various exits. For a while, smoke and dust billowed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Most of the door frames were broken, and some even broke through the wall and escaped by hiding.
In less than thirty seconds, there were only four players left in the entire recording studio, Simon, Mr. You, and three guests in the guest seats.
"Long time no see, brother Simon, hahaha..." Hephaestus smiled and wanted to get closer.
Simon just replied calmly, "It's you...how is the order I ordered?"
"Uh... you also know, Brother Simon, it's very troublesome to make weapons suitable for you. Besides, didn't we agree to deliver them before the end of the 21st century..."
"But I think you seem very free?" he interrupted.
"Understood! Understood! I will disappear immediately! Haha! You can do whatever you want, haha..." Hephaestus said this and really disappeared.
"I didn't expect you to come to such an occasion." Simon moved his eyes to the arrogant body again.
"Hmph..." She snorted coldly, "You are lenient enough."
"This is also business for me." Simon replied: "If you have anything private to tell me..."
"Huh!" Arrogance didn't hear what he had to say, and turned into a puff of black smoke and left.
"Why are you looking at me?" Next, Master Plague looked at Simon: "Isn't it okay if I just look at you and don't say anything?"
"You placed your bet," Simon replied.
"Most of the senior staff have placed bets." Plague put on an innocent look.
"I'm the referee." Simon continued.
"That's because no one can beat you, but..."
"And but?" Simon muttered in a deep voice.
"Okay... I was wrong, I was wrong, okay, I'll just leave." Plague coughed twice and 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 is going on?" Feng Bujue waved to Simon and interjected with a sincere expression.
Simon glanced at Feng Bujue, then snapped his fingers. A second later, the bottle of SCP-500 appeared in his hand. He threw the bottle to Feng Bujue and said, "You have passed the level."
Feng Bujue took the flying medicine bottle without looking at its properties, and immediately asked: "What on earth is going on? This script..."
"Don't worry, I guarantee that this situation will never happen again, at least not in a short time..." After Simon said this, all four players turned into white light and were forcibly teleported.
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In the landing space, Feng Bujue established team communication: "Have you all been teleported too?"
Xiao Tan then said: "Yes."
"What was the situation in the script just now?" A sad voice also appeared.
Xiyu's voice sounded: "It seems... there was a conflict between the bosses in the script, and then they drove us away?"
Xiao sighed: "It's so strange. It shows that the mission completion is 0/0, but the rewards for completing the level are quite complete. Is this a bug?"
Feng Bujue said: "The man in the suit who suddenly appeared...his tone sounded like he was gm. Maybe we have encountered something big."
"What should we do?" Xiao Tan asked.
"What should I do? Didn't you get the rewards for completing the level? If you ask the customer service, you probably won't get the answer. You can't complain and say... it's too easy to just clear the level after playing half of it." Feng Bujue said.
"Unexpectedly, all the fear ratings I have received so far are 'full of courage'?" Siyu suddenly asked.
"Captain, are you cheating?" Sadling continued.
"Ah... well..." Feng Bujue really didn't think about how to answer this question. He wasn't very familiar with these two girls, they were just friends he had met in the game. Could it be that he was suffering from an unknown brain disorder?
Did you confess about your illness?
But then he thought about it, if he made up an excuse now, even if the excuse was valid for the time being, they might be able to find out the truth from Xiao Tan... After thinking about it for a while, Feng Bujue said: "No.
Cheating, of course, is not playing games after being injected with sedative drugs... I just don't feel scared."
As soon as this statement came out, Xiyu and Beiling naturally wanted to continue questioning.
Feng Bujue rushed in before they could ask the question: "But why is this happening? Forgive me for not being able to tell you. Don't ask Xiao Tan. Even if it's just a little bit of my knowledge, I hope you can keep this secret."
After a period of silent silence, Xiyu said: "Okay, I won't mention this matter anymore."
After hearing what she said, Bei Ling also added: "I have no objection. Don't worry, I also have a tight tongue."
"Well...thank you, why don't we just call it quits today," Feng Bujue said.
"Okay, I'm a little tired too, so I'm going to get off." Xiao Tan responded.
Siyu and Beiling also expressed their intention to log off, so the four of them said goodbye to each other and left the game.
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Time goes back slightly, a few minutes ago, the Death Questions and Answers recording scene.
Simon looked down at Mr. You and said, "Who allowed you to bring them to the Death Questions and Answers? You are not going to continue this show, are you?"
"Well...it's just a virtual projection, 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 committed the foul first! He allowed Feng Bujue to enter the Thunderbolt world at ten levels, and he easily acquired psychic weapons." Mr. You defended directly.
"You mean... you are correcting the consequences 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 defensible reason, let alone a demigod, he would dare to kill a true god.
"No!" Mr. You said, "I never meant that."
"You first gave him 1,000 skill points, and then you prepared to take away his psychic weapon. Do you think you can settle the matter this way?" Simon said: "Do you think Woody would do anything if he knew about your little cleverness?
How to do it?"
"Uh..." Mr. You was speechless for a moment.
Simon said coldly: "He will not hesitate to throw the guy you bet on to the territory of the first-level derivatives, knocking 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 around level 30 to get it. This is my judgment as a referee." Simon said: "From now on, you guys
The little tricks of these guys should stop here." He snorted coldly: "I have completed the correction of the system, the backdoor left by Woody no longer exists, you can't even think of intervening again, even for a second."
Simon said, walking towards the fixed main camera on the stage. He stood in front of the camera, his eyes as cold as razor blades: "The gambling has officially begun now. Whoever dares to put his hand on the table again, I will chop off his hand."
