Chapter 900 Chinese Room 7

"...Choose D?" He looked at the doorknob in his hand.

Just a slight twist will reveal the answer.

B, or D?

He shook the doorknob, his palms already soaked.

In the last round, his teammates died because they chose B, so this round, he really doesn’t want to choose B again...

Choose D, don’t hesitate, open that door! Even if you are eliminated, you are not a loser! As long as the Kings advance, they will still be winners!

Encouraging himself in his heart and using force in his hands, he opened the door with answer D——

A flash of bright red blocked the view.

He lowered his head in confusion, only to see more blood spurting out, then the world spun, and with a bang, he fell to the ground.

…

There was silence.

No one spoke.

Bai Youwei covered her nose, the smell of blood was too strong...

"Oh~" The clown rode a unicycle around the body, the wheels making a squeaking sound, "What a pity! Two more people have been eliminated. Isn't there anyone who can choose the right one?"

Of the five people who entered, two were already dead and there were still three opportunities to ask questions.

The atmosphere was dead.

I thought that no one would ask questions for a long time this time. Unexpectedly, the young man next to Hans took the initiative and said, "I'll do it this time."

Bai Youwei looked at him slightly surprised.

Hans was also surprised, "Molin, have you thought it through?"

"Yes." The man who was once praised by Hans as the bravest nodded and looked at the doors with a calm expression. "I have already thought about what I want to ask."

Hans asked him: "What are you going to ask later?"

Mo Lin pursed her lips, remained silent for a moment, and replied: "You will know what it is when I ask."

After saying that, he no longer hesitated and walked straight to the computer.

The clown stretched his neck curiously and looked around.

Maureen typed the question on her computer:

[What fruit does Maureen like to eat? 】

Hans's face changed drastically, "Mauren?! You ask this kind of question! Do you want to kill everyone?! What on earth are you thinking?!"

"What do I think?...Hans, of course I want to protect your chance of promotion." Molin lowered his eyes gloomily and explained in a low voice, "There are still Dim and Blair inside. If it is Blair, Well, he must know what fruits I like to eat..."

"But what if it's not Blair? What if it's Dim?!" Hans shouted uncontrollably, "You will indirectly kill Dim!"

Molin's tone was very calm: "Our deaths are not in vain. If the person who dies is Dim, then the next one is probably Blair. Hans, when the time comes, you only need to ask questions related to Blair, and you will definitely be able to Advance.”

Hans was stunned and looked at him blankly.

Two minutes passed quickly while the two were talking.

Two answers appeared again on the five doors:

[A: An apple a day will keep you away from the doctor. 】

[B: Oranges and bananas are all good, but I can’t remember which one I like the most. 】

[C: Maureen likes mangoes the most, but she is allergic and cannot eat too much. 】

[D: Maureen likes strawberries, and everyone doesn’t love strawberries! 】

[E: I don’t know, it seems to be cantaloupe. 】

Molin's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Choose C!" He walked quickly to the door, and without hesitation, he opened the door suddenly, "Blair!"

He is so lucky! The door opened, and the man inside was Blair!

Mo Lin hugged him excitedly?

Hans breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and patted the two of them on the back, "It's okay... As long as I ask one more question, the game in Theater A will be over."

"There's still Dim in there, what are you going to ask?" Molin asked him.

Hans was silent for a while, looked at Bai Youwei not far away, and said calmly: "Let her ask first."