If the phrase "the rules are absolute" still applies to this second "game", then what is written on the mask is the way to break it.
But how to break it?
And when will the harpoon be fired?
"The clock doesn't stop for a moment." ...
Could it be 1:15?
Qi Xia turned his head to look at the clock on the desktop, it was already 1:05 now, if "1:15" was the time for the harpoon to be launched, then there were only less than ten minutes left.
"A hundred turns in the direction of your hometown" ...
Each of the nine people in the room had a different hometown, and "one hundred revolutions" was not a small number.
If they thought in the wrong direction, they would easily waste those ten minutes.
But what else in this room was capable of 『Turning』 other than themselves?
Zixia's gaze rested on the seat clock in the center of the table.
He probed out and reached out to gently touch the clock, only to find that it was rigidly fixed to the tabletop, unable to move a single bit.
"The clock can't move, could it be the chair?"
Qi Xia looked down at the chair underneath himself, it was an old, ordinary chair that gave off a moldy smell, it was just casually placed on the floor, there was no mechanism.
Since this was the case, there was only ...
Qi Xia looked towards the round table in the center of the room, and only then did he realize that there was something strange about it.
This table could not be called a ''round table'' as it seemed to be a polygon, only that the number of sides was higher, giving the first impression of a ''circle''.
He reached out his hand and turned the tabletop, and sure enough, there was a faint sound of chains coming from inside the table.
But the table was heavy, and Qi Xia could only rotate the table a few centimeters even after using no small amount of strength.
"One hundred turns ..."
This number was definitely not something that could be accomplished by just two or three people; the nine people present needed to work together to turn the table in order to have a chance at survival.
Ringo keenly caught Zixia's movement and called out to stop the crowd.
The crowd walked over to the table and looked at it, realizing that the table could indeed be turned.
"True to form, liar." Qiao Jiajin nodded and said, "Let's rotate this table a hundred times, and we should be able to open that invisible room door."
Zixia glanced at the clock again, and although time was running out, the problem became purer now.
Turning this round table a hundred times in the direction of 'home' was nothing but two answers.
To the left, or to the right.
But the hometowns of the people fell in various directions of southeast, northwest, and north, so how could one determine whether it was to the left or to the right?
"Zixia, do you already know when the harpoon will be fired?" Ringo asked, covering his mouth and nose.
"The cue says time 'moment to moment', so I'm guessing it'll be at 1:15." Zixia said softly.
Qiao Jiajin's face changed when he heard that, "Wouldn't that be less than ten minutes left? Let's hurry up and start spinning."
Dr. Zhao moved the body lying on the tabletop to one side and slowly sat down as well, reaching out to test the weight of the table and said, "But we only have one chance to do this, such a heavy table rotates a hundred times, what if it's in the wrong direction?"
"That's also a fifty percent hope of survival!" Qiao Jiajin said anxiously, "If we don't move, we're dead anyways, if we turn it, there's still a fifty percent hope of surviving, so hurry up!"
After saying that, he used all his strength to start turning the desktop to the left.
Although Qiao Jiajin looked thin and weak, his strength was so great that he turned the table half a turn just by himself.
"What are you still waiting for? I'll throw it, help!" Qiao Jiajin yelled at the crowd.
The rest of the people knew that Qiao Jiajin had a point, so they could only help him spin along for the time being.
There was simply no right answer today, so they could only take a gamble.
Qi Xia, on the other hand, never moved.
He didn't know where the direction of thinking was.
Left, or right?
Why is the keyword 'hometown' ...
Everyone is Chinese, so it's 'East'?
Up north, down south, left west, right east, so the answer is 「right」?
What about those who live in the west?
Or maybe the hometowns of everyone here are related to the "Zuo Zhuan" of the Spring and Autumn Period, so the answer is "left"?
Qi Xia's eyes were slightly closed, he wanted to use two corpses to block himself, but what if all the others died and the next game came ...
"Now is not the time to give up on them."
Qi Xia said darkly, then reached out his hand and grabbed a piece of white paper from the spinning desktop, picking up a pen he stood up and walked to the side, he found an empty space and sat down, starting to 'brush' and write something.
The crowd was a bit puzzled, but the movements of their hands still didn't stop, and so far they had turned the desktop a dozen times.
"If it wasn't for the fact that he introduced himself as a 'liar', I would have thought that dude was a mathematician." Qiao Jiajin said to Sugar on the side.
Sweets was a bit dizzy from spinning herself just now and could only nod perfunctorily.
This time Qi Xia, however, didn't list the vertical equation, but just drew a rough map of the country on the paper.
"Hometown ...?"
His mind raced and suddenly thought of something.
"Slowly, slowly ... " Qi Xia's eyes widened, 'If the 'Organizer's" magical powers are so vast that he can identify people with similar experiences from so many provinces, is "province" also a focus? "
He turned back to the crowd that was spinning the table and asked seriously, "Did any of you just lie about your 'hometown'?"
The crowd shook their heads.
After all, 'hometown' involved accents and habits of expression, and it was easy to reveal the cracks if you lied.
"Very well." Qi Xia nodded slightly, "Now please take turns to tell me your hometowns again."
Officer Li was the first to say, "I am from Inner Mongolia."
Qi Xia reached out and drew a black dot at the location of Inner Mongolia.
"I'm from Sichuan." Lawyer Zhang Chenze said coldly.
"I'm in Shaanxi la ...," Sweet said.
"Dali, Yunnan." Kindergarten teacher Xiao Ran said.
"Guangdong." Qiao Jiajin said.
"Ningxia." Counselor Ringo said.
"I work in Jiangsu." Dr. Zhao said.
Qi Xia marked everyone's hometowns on the map and wrote his own 'Shandong'.
At this moment everyone gathered their eyes on the writer Han Yimo, as he hadn't said anything about his hometown from the beginning.
"Han Yimo, are you from Guangxi or Taiwan?"
Han Yimo froze and asked, "How do you know?"
"Time is short, you answer me first."
"I'm from Guangxi ...."
Qi Xia nodded, leaving Han Yimo with only two provinces at this point.
Guangxi Autonomous Region and Taiwan Province.
If his answer was not one of these two, then he would have told a big lie.
Fortunately, he had told the truth.
Qi Xia labeled the last province on the map as well, and at the moment there were nine black dots right on the sketch.
"Indeed."
Qi Xia whispered, "Stop quickly and turn right."
"Right?"
Qi Xia quickly ran to the table, threw the white paper onto the table, and began to turn the table in the opposite direction.
The crowd was a bit puzzled, but they also followed his rotation.
Dr. Zhao glanced at the map and the nine black dots on the tabletop.
"Why is it 'right'?"