Chapter 625: Seeking Poison in the Wilderness (21)
When Clams heard Brother Jue's request, his expression changed slightly. Two seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Haha... You sound very confident, Stephen." At this point, he said a little.
After a pause, he glanced at the floating camera beside him calmly, and then said, "But... your request does not meet the rules of the competition..."
"Then what does it matter?" Feng Bujue interrupted, "According to the normal process, it should be 'every time you receive a challenge, you can receive an item', right?"
Although Brother Jue didn't know the complete rules of the game, he roughly guessed this based on the information he knew.
"That's right." Clams replied, and his answer confirmed Brother Jue's speculation.
"Then..." Feng Bujue continued, "What's wrong with my request now?" He spread his hands, "I didn't ask you to give me all five items in one breath... all I want is
It's just a challenge." He tilted his head and said in a rather confusing tone, "The idea of your program team is nothing more than...let the contestants first listen to the content of a challenge, and then choose an item to complete...that is, 'take one item after another'
Choose one of the settings." He showed a confident expression, "And I...as long as I receive one item, I can do five challenges. Objectively speaking...this is not only not an excessive request, but it is
A concession, isn't it?"
"Haha... you are very good at talking, Stephen." Clams replied with a smile without thinking much, "But you can't fool me." He took off his backpack and put it on the ground, "First of all, I don't need you.
Come and tell me... what exactly is the idea of our program team." He raised his hand with his palm facing up and made some gestures in conjunction with the words, "Secondly, your request is not a 'concession'. In fact,
, that is a very effective means of obtaining intelligence... I think you actually know this in your heart." He shook his head gently. "Thirdly... such a requirement that is obviously inconsistent with the rules, even if I
I have no opinion and no right..."
Shasha——chichichi——
Just at this moment, the intercom on Clams' body rang.
"Bell, can you hear me? I'm not deaf yet. If you hear me, please reply immediately." A voice that was not deaf came from the phone.
Clams immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "I'm Bell, please speak."
"You go a few steps further, stand together with Mr. Carbon, and put the walkie-talkie between you two." Huidi replied.
Clams didn't reply, he just raised his head, glanced at the camera next to him, and then did as the director said.
About five seconds later, Clams stood one meter in front of Brother Jue and raised the radio to the same height as his shoulder (his own shoulder, not Feng Bujue's).
"Mr. Carbon, can you hear me clearly?" At this time, the person on the other end of the intercom who was still deaf spoke again.
"Okay, it's very clear." Feng Bujue responded.
While responding, Brother Jue was also thinking rapidly about the identity and purpose of the other party.
"I'm the chief director and He's Deaf. We met once before the game, remember?" He's Deaf said again.
"Hmm..." To be cautious, Feng Bujue chose to respond speciously. He neither admitted nor denied...
After all, the person I have seen who is not deaf is "Stephen Carbon" himself, not Feng Bujue at this moment. Brother Jue doesn't know which song he is singing now.
"Bell, can you hear me too?" He was still deaf and did not have any doubts about Brother Jue's answer, so he took advantage of the situation and said another sentence to Bell.
"You can hear it," Clams replied.
"Okay... then, I'll get straight to the point..." Huidi said. "First of all... there won't be any record of the conversation between the three of us at this moment. So, let me just say it... Mr. Carbon, I want to
You lose."
"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed and his tone became serious.
"Don't get excited first, listen to what I have to say." Huidi Deaf continued, "Mr. Carbon, your performance before was very good. Even apart from those crazy performances you did to confuse us... your other abilities are also good.
The highest level in history." He changed the subject, "Therefore, you must lose."
If someone else heard this, they would definitely ask - "Why?"
But Feng Bujue didn't ask, because he had already thought of a conclusion: "Oh... the so-called 'the strong will never win' principle, right?"
"Ha! It turns out that you also understand this." Huidi smiled and continued, "Mr. Tan, it seems that you are also very proficient in the techniques of our industry... I will definitely cooperate with you if I have the opportunity in the future."
"Ah... I have also watched some reality shows, and I have seen through your tricks a long time ago." Feng Bujue said feebly, "In addition to 'balancing', there is another trick... the strongest one.
You must not win. No matter cooking, singing, dancing, makeup, survival in the wild... in short, the one who wins in the end is definitely not the strongest one. This way of doing it... only makes the program suspenseful and interesting, and conveys it subconsciously
The concept that 'it's not that the strong will win, but that the person who wins is stronger' seems to have some kind of positive energy in it. But to put it bluntly... it's just a dirty deal full of copper odor."
"Mr. Carbon..." After hearing Brother Jue's words, Hui Deaf changed his tone slightly, "You..." Suddenly, he raised his voice, "... It's great that you can understand us! Hahahaha!" He said
He actually burst out laughing, "In that case, you should have guessed what I'm going to tell you next, right?"
"Of course." Feng Bujue also smiled. He looked at the camera with a "you know" expression, and then said, "Tell me...the content of our 'deal'..."
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The words were split in two directions, and more than ten minutes later, on the other side of the island...
At this time, Graybeard was standing by the guardrail of the submarine deck, facing the sea, brushing his teeth and washing his face.
The cup he uses to brush his teeth is specially made, and the handle of the cup is mounted directly on top, making it easier for him to hook it up with a hook...
His towel is also specially designed, much like a mop that can be wrung out by rotating the handle. As long as one hand and one hook cooperate, the water can be wrung out.
"Captain, Tom and the others are back." A crew member's report interrupted Graybeard's washing.
Graybeard spat out the water in his mouth, turned around, and blew the foam on his beard: "What - what are you doing? Why is it so fast?"
Before he finished speaking, he was already limping towards the other side of the deck.
From a long distance away, Gray Beard saw Tom's figure, and he immediately shouted: "Asshole! You came back after only a short time? Are you kidding me?"
"Don't you dare..." Tom quickly shook his head and waved his hands, and replied in panic, "Captain... please listen to my explanation."
"Tell me, what is going on..." Graybeard was stunned for a moment when he said this, because he found that there was someone sitting behind Tom and several other crew members who went to investigate...
He was a white man, who looked about thirty years old, with brown eyes, brown hair, long slovenly beard, and was wearing a retro suit.
"Who is this hippie?" Graybeard walked up to Tom and asked sideways at the stranger sitting on the deck.
"Report Captain, this is the prisoner I captured in the woods by the beach." Tom replied.
"Prisoner?" Graybeard walked up to Split Pussy with a suspicious face, looked at the latter and asked, "Boy, what do you do? Why do you appear on this island?"
"Huh?" Sitting on the ground like a puddle of mud, he replied lazily, "I still want to ask you? What do you do? Are you a supporting role arranged by the program team? Why did you force me to come here?
Submarine coming up?" As he spoke, he looked at Gray Beard up and down, and then he actually laughed, "Huh...man, who designed your look? Your clothes and appearance are all tacky.
Ah... Also, how long has it been since you, the director, watched a pirate movie? These days, pirate captains are usually played by handsome men with decadent looks but elegant temperaments. How can you find someone... uh... not
As for you...how can I find such a rough uncle to play?"
When he finished speaking, everyone on the deck... stopped.
For a while, people could only hear the sound of the sea breeze.
It took a full minute for Graybeard to regain his composure and realize that there was nothing wrong with his ears.
So, he laughed in anger and asked Chuanyang a question with a kind face: "This little brother, what is your name?" (To be continued...)
