Chapter 278 It Was a Close Call

When Zheng Xun jumped off the turntable, Shen Guanyu and Meng Lian also arrived.

Shen Guanyu witnessed the whole process and chose to remain silent.

When facing Zheng Xun, no one should express his opinions or try to guess what this person is thinking.

As for Meng Lian, she just breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she was fine.

This roulette wheel was still very tall. She looked up and saw that the top was about to reach the second floor.

Zheng Xun insisted on showing Huo Ziyan his little discovery. Xiao Huo was pulled to the side by him, the metal iron lottery box.

The lottery box was written with the words "Each person is limited to one lottery ticket during the event, and each lottery ticket is limited to one draw." There was a voting hole on it, which was sealed by iron plates all around, and several rows of neat rivets were nailed on the edge.

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Huo Ziyan approached and found that the voting hole was a little unusual.

The area around the slot was painted with a brush to form a child's face, with some sloppy lines, making the child look ferocious.

Because the style is too futuristic, it is impossible to tell whether it is a boy or a girl.

It is somewhat similar to the pattern on the lottery machine at that time, and it should be the work of the same person.

I don't know why this person painted so many strange images.

Paintings can reflect a person's spiritual world. From what they have seen so far, the owner of the painting seems to have been in a state of panic for a long time, and seems to be tortured by imagination and the unknown.

And the slot in the slot box in front of them, at the position of the child's mouth, is the slot.

"So you have to throw the lottery ticket in here?"

Meng Lian poked his head curiously.

"Wait a minute."

Zheng Xun held the lottery ticket in one hand. According to the words written on the box, each player has only one chance.

So be more cautious.

He took out a waste movie ticket from the cloud space, which he threw in when he went out to play.

I don't know what kind of messy things he has stored in the cloud space.

Zheng Xun held one end of the movie ticket in one hand and inserted the other end into the slot.

When the paper ticket was just inserted, the picture of the child on it suddenly moved!

Hehe——

The strange laughter of the child came from the inside of the box. Along with this abrupt laughter, the originally flat slot suddenly gave birth to two rows of sharp blades!

The blade kept rotating, cutting the thin movie ticket at a rapid speed. The strong dragging force it brought forced the player to let go of the thing in his hand.

If you don't want to let go, you can only wait for your fingers to be cut off.

If Zheng Xun really threw the lottery ticket before, he would lose his only chance!

The three people present were all sweating for him.

The slot made a terrible sound of sharp blades spinning and cutting. I dare not imagine what would happen if Zheng Xun was a little slower.

But Zheng Xun's reaction was still as fast as ever. When the blade was about to cut his fingertips, his elbow retreated.

The fingertips seemed to have the coldness of metal.

The audience was thrilling and sweating, but Zheng Xun himself didn't have any special expression.

"It was a close call."

He said lightly, without any tension at all, as if he had to say the line to match the stagnant atmosphere.

Huo Ziyan thought in advance that the ticket box was placed in such a conspicuous position, and he might be a demon. But when the bad prophecy came true, he was still frightened.

"It's good that you're okay."

His words sounded more like comforting himself who was frightened.

After experiencing such a tense and exciting link, Zheng Xun's face was normal.

When he reached out to hug the iron box, others made a move to stop him.

"Too, too dangerous..." Meng Lian was sweating, "Is it okay to reach out and touch it directly like this?"

"It's okay, I'll die."

Zheng Xun looked away.

He didn't touch the ticket slot, but turned the iron box over.

It turned out that there was an opening at the bottom for putting in lottery tickets!

The opening at the bottom was very ordinary, with no special pattern.

It looks much more normal.

Zheng Xun stuffed his only lottery ticket into the box and shook it again.

The lottery ticket did not leak out from the bottom, so it seems that there should be a partition inside the box to separate the upper and lower layers.

Only by inserting the lottery ticket from the correct opening can the next step of the lottery be carried out.

Zheng Xun's operation surprised Meng Lian.

"So... is that the case? But there is no text prompt here at all. What if I don't observe it as carefully as you do, Zheng Xun, then wouldn't it be..."

Meng Lian didn't finish her words. Zheng Xun waited for a few seconds and saw that she didn't mean to continue talking, so he opened his mouth to speak.

It's impolite to interrupt others without authorization.

"Who said that the prompts in the dungeon must be text."

Zheng Xun said this sentence very slowly.

"Without text clues and no other obvious prompts... Wouldn't the player really have to take a chance with his life?"

"Yes," Zheng Xun nodded, affirming Meng Lian's words, "In that case, the player's death itself is a kind of prompt."

Zheng Xun said this calmly, but it made people shudder.

It was not just because of what he said, but also because of his attitude.

There was no ups and downs, as if he was saying something that was taken for granted and not worth making a fuss about.

Even if he was right, this calmness was a great advantage in the environment of the White Tower, but Meng Lian, and even the audience who heard this in the live broadcast room, had a strange feeling.

However, what they had never thought of was that Zheng Xun himself had the golden finger of the simulated copy.

The so-called simulation is to use his death again and again to exchange for the correct answer.

...

So Zheng Xun's current mental state is understandable. After all, he is a god who has brushed the first copy a thousand times.

After hearing Zheng Xun's words, Shen Guanyu and Huo Ziyan couldn't help but look at him.

After a rational analysis, Huo Ziyan unconditionally determined that what Zheng Xun said was right.

And Shen Guanyu...

He thought that Zheng Xun inside and outside the copy was really two completely different people. He was so casual and even a little willful outside, but once he entered the copy, he would become a thin knife.

The knife that Shen Guanyu thought of was not the kind of bulky and huge one. Zheng Xun was such a kind that could break all locks, solve all puzzles, and cut off the lifeblood of monsters and open up a bloody way out.

The closer he got to Zheng Xun, the more he could feel this trait in the other party.

The sound of the gears turning brought Shen Guanyu back to his trance. Just when he was in a trance, the huge reward wheel had already started to turn.

When it started to turn, everyone found the problem.

The speed was too fast, black and white were completely intertwined, and there seemed to be no trend of stopping.

If it didn't stop, how could the players be sure what kind of rewards they got.

(Hello everyone. I was going to update twice today, but I suddenly worked overtime at around 10 o'clock just now, resulting in only one update todayqvq

I am still typing now, writing tomorrow's update. The updates in the past two months have been chaotic, and the progress of the two books has been a bit late. If the updates are not stable anymore, I will be anxious. Starting tomorrow, this book will be updated at 12 noon every day, and the other book will be updated at 9 pm. If I can't update due to overtime, I will ask for leave at the end of the article.

Thank you for your support, and try not to let friends who are waiting for updates wait too late in the future)