nucmednet Chapter 448 Mirror (14)
Chapter 448 Mirror (14)
The hour hand, which originally pointed to 12 o'clock, has now moved to 10 o'clock after a person died.
The hands went back two hours.
The clock hands moved backward from 12 to 10.
There were 12 people in the room.
The moment Xiao Huai saw the changes, he already thought of the connection.
This is not just a simple countdown of time, but is closely related to their number.
He raised his head slightly and glanced at the other contestants in the room.
Every time someone dies, time goes back two hours. When the number of people in the room is halved to only six people left, the clock will count down to zero.
It is exactly the same as the first way to pass the level that the female voice mentioned.
"For the first path, when the number of people is reduced to half, the exit of the room will automatically open."
If this logic is valid, is the method of passing the level mentioned by the female voice true or false?
Can you really clear the level by turning the clock one full circle?
"The pointer was originally at 12, and now it's at 10. Do you really think we can leave safely after it completes a full rotation?"
After Xiao Huai finished speaking, a strange commotion began to spread among the crowd.
The expressions of the others gradually became complicated, and they also began to think.
What will happen?
Everyone is afraid of countdowns.
"But this is just the first level! Is the first level that difficult? You think too much." Someone began shouting, questioning Xiao Huai.
Xiao Huai didn't know how many times he had heard similar words.
He was a little too lazy to say that he was a bit unlucky.
After all, people in the game he is in are generally not that lucky.
However, there were also a few subtle rebuttals: "What he said...maybe it's not impossible."
"But...how are we supposed to get out?"
This is no ordinary secret room.
Build it in the air above the magma.
Other houses were built on dirt foundations.
And yet, it soared into the air above the hot magma.
This is an enclosed space, the room is trapped in darkness, and the walls around it are smooth and cold, emitting a faint reflection.
The room was very simply furnished with a few worn-out chairs and a table. Apart from that, there were no other usable items.
"These pieces of furniture can't be passageways, can they?"
Just as everyone was nervously watching the various details in the room, someone suddenly stood up, with a hint of anxiety in his tone: "How about...we try to take down the clock? Let's see what's going on with it?"
As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on the reversed clock on the wall. It was still slowly moving backwards, as if silently warning them that death was approaching.
The person who made the suggestion had already taken a few steps and slowly approached the clock, his hands trembling as if he wanted to touch the strange dial.
However, just as his fingers were about to touch the clock, a cold light flashed -
"Puchi!" A sharp blade suddenly pierced into his abdomen, and blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red.
The astonishment on the man's face had not yet faded, and his whole body trembled. Before he could even react, he subconsciously covered the wound and fell to the ground with weak legs.
His eyes were full of disbelief, and he slowly turned his head and looked behind him.
It was the yellow-haired man.
The yellow-haired man looked at him, and this time there was a bit of impatience and displeasure in his eyes.
The knife in his hand was still dripping with blood, and the blade reflected the dim light, cold and cruel.
"Why think so much?" the yellow-haired man chuckled, the smile gradually becoming sinister. "Why should I listen to him? Aren't there already clearing hints?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, as if he was mocking the unnecessary thinking and attempts of the man lying on the ground.
He only believes in the simplest and most brutal means.
kill.
"This is the answer." The yellow-haired man said, slowly pulling the bloody knife out of the man's abdomen. Blood splattered on the floor. The man covered the wound in pain, with extreme pain and fear on his face.
"You..." The man uttered a few words weakly, his eyes gradually lost focus, his fingers drooped weakly, and finally he fell to the ground, his life gradually fading away.
The people around were shocked by this sudden cruel scene, and the air was suddenly filled with cold murderous intent.
He was so fast that people didn't even see how he got past.
"Congratulations, you've been granted a two-hour extension." The woman's voice sounded again.
But the feeling it brings to people no longer has the same hope as before, but instead hides a certain weirdness.
The yellow-haired man's killing again completely broke the original weak order and rationality, and he made everyone feel the cruel nature of this game again.
The yellow-haired man wiped his knife carelessly, glanced at the corpse on the ground with disdain, and then turned to the others: "Isn't that what the game of the bottom of the sky is like? Survival of the fittest, isn't it? What are you still thinking about messing with the clock? Don't you understand, or are you simply afraid to act?"
His smile teased the timid ones.
He believed that only the toughest people could survive, and those who pondered clues and used their brains were all weak and incompetent prey.
Xiao Huai stood aside, watching all this with cold eyes, without moving or speaking.
He knew that although the yellow-haired man's logic was twisted, it was the survival rule that many people in this world could easily agree with - using violence in exchange for survival.
Especially in a game like this.
At this point, everyone in the room felt complicated, and everyone recalled the game show "Bottom of the World" that they had watched before.
There is nothing wrong with what he said.
Outside the room, live broadcasts by major program groups are in full swing.
The game "Bottom of the Sky" will synchronize various perspectives for them, and all the program team has to do is choose and switch between various close-ups.
The audience in front of the screen stared at the screen eagerly, looking forward to the various scenes that were about to happen.
One of the program groups, called Bloody Death, attracted a large number of viewers.
Their director was currently giving close-up shots of the yellow-haired man.
"The new guy we signed this time is pretty good." A producer wearing headphones looked at the screen with satisfaction, a hint of excitement on his face. He said while sipping coffee, "He really knows how to create gimmicks. What's his name?"
The staff member next to him flipped through the information and replied, "His name is Fan Xuming. Before participating in the Tianzhidi game, he had already taken several lives."
The producer then smiled even more broadly: "Oh? So, he's quite famous."
The staff member nodded and continued, "Yes."
The criminal did not go to jail because there was a hidden rule in society: if a criminal like him was willing to participate in the game at the bottom of the world, he could be temporarily spared from jail.
The producer nodded thoughtfully, his smile turning playful.
"Besides Fan Xuming, that person is also very smart. He seems to have seen through Fan Xuming's tricks."
"He's very good at observation." The staff member followed the producer's gaze and looked at the screen.
They were all looking at Xiao Huai.
"The newcomer invited by Jing Chenzhou... well... quite interesting." After the producer finished speaking, a kind of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes.
"None of the new players he signs will have a good ending, right?" He smiled lightly and asked as if he was talking to himself.