Chapter 12 Your Hometown

If the saying "the rules are absolute" still applies to this second "game", then what is written on the mask is the solution.

But how to crack this?

When will the harpoon be launched again?

"The clock never stops"...

Is it a quarter past one?

Qi Xia turned around and looked at the clock on the table. It was already a quarter past one. If "a quarter past one" was the time for launching the harpoon, then there was only less than ten minutes left.

"Turn a hundred times toward home"...

The nine people present come from different hometowns, and "one hundred circles" is not a small number.

If they think in the wrong direction, they can easily waste these ten minutes.

But besides myself, is there anything else that can "rotate" in this room?

Qi Xia's eyes stayed on the clock in the center of the table.

He leaned out and reached out to gently touch the clock, only to find that it was firmly fixed on the table and could not move at all.

"The clock can't move. Could it be the chair?"

Qi Xia lowered his head and looked at the chair under him. It was an old, ordinary chair that exuded a musty smell. It was placed casually on the ground without any mechanism.

In this case, all that remains is...

Qi Xia reached out and turned the table, and sure enough, there was a faint sound of chains coming from inside the table.

But the table was very heavy, and he could only turn it a few centimeters with a lot of effort.

"One hundred laps..."

This number cannot be accomplished by just two or three people. The nine people present need to work together to turn the table to have a chance of survival.

Lin Yu keenly caught Qi Xia's movements, so he called everyone to stop.

Everyone came to the table to take a look and found that the table could indeed rotate.

"It's really yours, liar." Qiao Jiajin nodded and said, "If we turn this table a hundred times, we should be able to open the invisible door."

Qi Xia glanced at the clock again. Although time was pressing, the problem now became purer.

Turn this round table a hundred times in the direction of "hometown", and you will get two answers.

To the left, or to the right.

But everyone's hometowns are located in various directions in the southeast, northwest, and how can they determine whether they are facing left or right?

"Qi Xia, do you already know when the harpoon will be launched?" Ringo asked, covering his mouth and nose.

"The reminder said that the time was "non-stop", and it would probably be at 1:15. "Qi Xia said softly.

Qiao Jiajin's expression changed after hearing this: "Isn't there less than ten minutes left? Let's start spinning quickly."

Dr. Zhao moved the body lying on the table to one side, and slowly sat down. He stretched out his hand to test the weight of the table and said, "But we only have one chance. If such a heavy table turns a hundred times, if it goes in the wrong direction, what to do?"

"Then there is a 50% chance of survival!" Qiao Jiajin said anxiously, "If you don't move, you will die anyway. If you start turning, there is still a 50% chance of survival, so hurry up!"

After that, he tried his best to turn the table to the left.

Although Qiao Jiajin looks thin, he is very strong. He can turn the table half a turn by himself.

"Why are you still standing there?! I'm sorry, help!" Qiao Jiajin shouted to everyone.

The rest of the people knew that what Qiao Jiajin said made sense, so they could only help him for the time being.

Now there is no right answer, all we can do is take a gamble.

But Qi Xia never moved.

He didn't know where to think.

Left or right?

Why is the keyword "hometown"...

We are all Chinese, so it is "Eastern"?

Up north, down south, left west, right east. The answer is "right"?

What about those who live in the west?

Or maybe the hometown of everyone present is related to the "Zuo Zhuan" of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the answer is "Zuo"?

Qi Xia's eyes were slightly closed. He originally wanted to use two corpses to block himself, but what if everyone else died and the next game came...

"Now is not the time to give up on them."

Qi Xia secretly thought, then reached out and grabbed a piece of white paper from the rotating table. He picked up a pen and stood up and walked to the side. He found an open space to sit down and began to write something in a "brush".

Although everyone was a little puzzled, the movements of their hands still continued, and they had already turned the table more than ten times.

"If he hadn't introduced himself as "liar", I would have thought that guy was a mathematician. "Qiao Jiajin said to Tiantian on the side.

Tiantian was a little dizzy just now, so she could only nod perfunctorily.

This time, Qi Xia did not list the vertical layout, but simply drew a rough map of the country on the paper.

"hometown……?"

His mind was running rapidly, and something suddenly occurred to him.

"Wait a minute..." Qi Xia's eyes widened, "If the "organizer" has such great magical power and can find people with similar experiences from so many provinces, then is the "province" also a key point? "

He turned back, looked at the people who were rotating the table, and asked seriously: "Did any of you lie about your hometown just now? "

Everyone shook their heads.

After all, "hometown" involves accent and expression habits, and lies can easily reveal flaws.

"Very good." Qi Xia nodded slightly, "Now please take turns telling me about your hometowns again."

Officer Li said first: "I'm from Inner Mongolia."

Qi Xia stretched out his hand and drew a black dot at the location of Inner Mongolia.

"I'm from Sichuan." Lawyer Zhang Chenze said coldly.

"I'm in Shaanxi..." Tiantian said.

"Dali, Yunnan." Kindergarten teacher Xiao Ran said.

"Guangdong." Qiao Jiajin said.

"I'm from Ningxia." Psychologist Ringo said.

"I work in Jiangsu." Doctor Zhao said.

Qi Xia marked everyone's hometown on the map one by one, and wrote his own "Shandong".

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the writer Han Yimo, because he had never mentioned his hometown from the beginning.

"Han Yimo, are you from Guangxi or Taiwan?"

Han Yimo was stunned and asked: "How do you know?"

"Time is tight, you answer me first."

"I'm from Guangxi..."

Qi Xia nodded, leaving only two provinces for Han Yimo at this time.

Guangxi Province and Taiwan Province.

If his answer was not one of these two, he would have told a big lie.

Fortunately, he told the truth.

Qi Xia also marked the last province on the map. At this moment, there were nine black dots on the sketch.

"It is so."

Qi Xia whispered: "Stop and turn right."

"Right?"

Qi Xia ran to the table quickly, threw the white paper on the table, and began to turn the table in the opposite direction.

Although everyone was a little puzzled, they followed him and turned.

Dr. Zhao took a look at the map and the nine black dots on the table.

"Why is it "right"? "