Players Please Get In the Car

The rotating pointer pointed to the position of the peaked cap, and he, together with the people behind him, jumped off the pointer reflexively.

Xu Huo took two steps forward, and suddenly said, "I'm in a game of life and death, you won't grab my props, will you?"

Brother Feng smiled without saying a word, and the tall and thin camouflage uniform wiped his gun and said, "We, Brother Feng, don't like your props."

"That's good." Xu Huo walked quickly to the black circle at the base of the pointer. The moment he stepped in, everything around him was absorbed into pure white again.

What floated in front of him this time was a turntable with 24 grids slightly larger than before, half of which were black and white grids, and the black pointer was still a ten-minute countdown.

He didn't take out the two-color Rubik's cube in a hurry, but stood still three meters away from the turntable and raised his hand.

The lower side of the turntable separated by a distance atomized and disappeared, and then condensed in front of his fingers, and the countdown number was instantly magnified.

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 those people exploded.

Everyone dies from an unknown force, which cannot be traced to the source, let alone guarded against. Once transferred to Haig, the only end is death, and no one can save it.

He only has ten minutes, if he takes a gamble, he may be able to switch to Baige...

The frown became tighter and tighter, and Xu Huo's eyes staring at the countdown became more and more impatient. When the countdown was only three minutes away, a pale and almost transparent iron chain appeared in the space, with one end wrapped around the turntable and the other end wrapped around him. wrist, leading him to raise his hand.

Hallucination? Or the power of the turntable?

Before the 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, and he won't think that he won't have to turn after ten minutes." Outside, Gao Zhuang's camouflage uniform stared at the painting girl standing next to Xu Huo maliciously, "This is a senior Even if you don’t want to turn around the space created by props, it’s up to you in the end.”

The painting girl rolled her eyes, and typed the vocabulary she had just learned on the phone: "Stupid!"

The tall and strong camouflage uniform hit the ground and stood up, but just as Xu Huo stretched out his hand three times, he stopped immediately, only to see that the white bar on the back of his hand disappeared!

"Failed." Xu Huo's eyes returned to light, and he looked back at Brother Feng and the three, "I switched to Haig."

Brother Feng's face turned ugly for a moment, "Why don't you use props?"

"My props don't work every time." Xu Huo simply said something, and took the painter back to the side.

At this time, a group of people on the turntable next to them tried their best to stay away from the pointer in order to avoid the situation of life and death, but after the pointer stopped, all the people in the space where it was located became dull or crazy. Obviously, everyone was pulled into it at the same time. Life and death.

What followed was an intermittent bloody explosion. The same situation also appeared on several other turntables, and the person on one of the turntables hid in the grid outside the pointer, but was still randomly selected in the end.

Xu Huo glanced at the grids where the explosion occurred in the turntable, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Idiot." Brother Feng sneered, turned around and swept the crowd, and casually pointed to a woman holding a child, "Next."

"Ahem!" the peaked cap cleared his throat, "I'll do it this time."

Just as he was about to move forward, he was pushed back by Gao Zhuang's camouflage uniform, "Is it your turn to be a hero? Get out of here."

The peaked cap wanted to argue, but when he saw the gun pointing at him, he swallowed his words back.

Brother Feng over there said: "It's best not to waste the chance of survival, I can give you a ride if you want to go on the road."

The woman who was pointed out tearfully handed over the child to the people around her, but was stopped by the old gentleman who had been following Xu Huo and the others. He took the initiative to say to Brother Feng: "As long as it is not the player you mentioned, anyone else will be fine." OK?"

Brother Feng nodded.

The old man turned his head and said to the woman and those who wanted to dissuade him: "I have lived to be sixty or seventy years old, 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 children have hope." .”

He finished straightening his clothes, took out his wife's ring and put it on his hand, walked to turn the pointer leisurely, and stood directly in the circle.

Xu Huo asked him outside, "Old man, are you afraid of death?"

"Haha!" The old man laughed loudly, "Old man, I also served as a soldier when I was young, and I can't stand a gun if I'm afraid of death!"

Xu Huo smiled slightly, "I wish you good luck."

The pointer stopped quickly, and the ten-minute countdown began. The old man began to describe what he saw:

"White everywhere... There is a 24-compartment dial... The white pointer... The dial can still move, you can't touch it or touch it... I'm going to turn it..."

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.

Seeing this, Brother Feng narrowed his eyes, but didn't speak.

The countdown was coming to an end soon. Although the old man gestured to indicate that he had received the message, he still turned the pointer in the last ten seconds, and then a white bar appeared on the back of his hand.

The peaked caps and others in the rear burst into joyful cries, and the old gentleman who came out of the life and death situation couldn't believe it, "I'm still alive!"

"I just want to fight hard. If I'm lucky, maybe I can save one more person. I didn't expect it to succeed!"

"Probably good people get rewarded." Xu Huo said with a smile.

"The old man is so lucky!" Gao Zhuang murmured in camouflage, but Brother Feng didn't think so. He looked at Xu Huo, pointed the gun in the direction of Hua Nu and Wang Chaoqing, "brother, you saw Find the way, don't hide it, just talk."

"It's just a guess." Xu Huo said: "I don't think this turntable is unsolvable. It seems that there is only one option after entering the game of life and death, but there is actually a second one."

"That is not to turn the needle."

"It's impossible. Everyone who enters the game of life and death must turn the pointer." Brother Feng said decisively.

"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% certain to die and have no possibility of survival do not conform to the rules of props."

"Someone can get a chance to survive." Brother Feng said.

"Black and white grids are divided into half and half, with a 50% chance. How many people have you met so far who have a chance to survive? Players don't count."

Brother Feng glanced at the old man, "He's the only one. The others are players. Players can use props to cheat."

"It can be seen that life and death are divided into half and half for each person. The possibility of the half of life appearing is very low." Xu Huo said: "In fact, the old man didn't need to turn the pointer just now. He was in a state of extreme sobriety. next choice."

"In this case, let's try the second option - not turning the pointer."