Thriller Paradise Chapter 625: The Wilderness Seeking Poison (21)

When Clams heard Brother Jue's request, his expression changed slightly. Two seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Hehe... it sounds like you are very confident, Stephen." , He paused for a while, glanced at the floating camera beside him calmly, and then said again, "But...your requirements do not meet the rules of the game..."

"What does it matter?" Feng Bujue interrupted the other party. "According to the normal process, it should be ‘each time you receive a challenge, you can get one item’ right?"

Although Jue didn't know the complete rules of the game, he roughly guessed it based on the information he knew.

"That's right." Clams replied, and his answer confirmed Brother Jue's speculation.

"So..." Feng Bujue continued, "What's wrong with my current request?" He spread his hands, "I didn't let you give me all five items in one breath...I All you need is a challenge." He tilted his head and said in a rather confusing tone, "The idea of ​​your program group is nothing more than...let the contestants listen to the content of a challenge first, and then choose an item to complete...that is The setting of'one by one'." He showed a confident expression, "and I...as long as I get one item, I can do five challenges. Objectively speaking...this is not too demanding. , It’s a concession, isn’t it?"

"Hehe...you are very good at talking, Stephen." Clams replied with a smile, barely thinking about it, "but you can't fool me." He took off his backpack and placed it on the ground. "First of all, I I don’t need you to tell me...what exactly is the "idea of ​​our program group"." He raised his hand, palm up, and gestured in accordance with the words, "Secondly. Your request is not a concession. . In fact, it is a very effective means of obtaining information...I think you know this in your heart." He shook his head slightly, "Third...like this kind of requirement that is obviously different from the rules. , Even if I have no opinion. I have no right..."

Sha Sha-screaming-

At this moment, the walkie-talkie on Clams rang.

"Bell, can you hear it? I'm not deaf yet. Please reply immediately when you hear it." A voice that was not deaf came from the phone.

Clamles immediately picked up the intercom and said: "This is Bell, please tell me."

"You take a few steps forward and stand with Mr. Tan. Take the walkie-talkie between the two of you." He hasn't replied yet.

Clams didn't reply, he just raised his head, glanced at the camera next to him, and did what the director said.

About five seconds later, Clams stood one meter in front of Brother Jue and raised the walkie-talkie to the height of his shoulder (his own shoulder. Not Feng Bujue's).

"Mr. Tan, can you hear me clearly?" At this moment, the guy on the intercom was still deaf and spoke again.

"Yes, very clear." Feng Bujue replied.

While responding, Jue's mind is also thinking about the identity and purpose of the other party.

"I'm the chief director and I haven't been deaf. We met once before the game, remember?" He said again before he was deaf.

"Hmm..." Just to be cautious. Feng Bujue chose to respond speciously. Neither admit nor deny...

After all, it is "Steven Carbon" who has seen someone who is not deaf, not Feng Bujue at this moment. Brother Jue doesn't know which one he is singing now.

"Bell, can you hear it too?" He didn't have any doubts about Brother Jue's answer before he was deaf, and he took the opportunity to speak to Bell again.

"I hear it." Clams replied.

"Okay... then, I'll be straight to the point..." he said before he was deaf, "First of all...the three of us talk at this moment, there will be no record. So, let me just say it... Mr. Carbon , I want you to lose."

"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed. The tone sank.

"Don't get excited, listen to me and finish." Before he was deaf, he said, "Mr. Carbon, your previous performance was very good, even if you put aside those crazy performances to confuse us...your other abilities They are also the highest level ever." He changed the subject. "Therefore, you must lose."

When someone else hears this, they will definitely ask-"Why?"

But Feng Bujue did not ask, because he had already thought of a conclusion: "Oh... the so-called principle of ‘the strongest won’t win’, right?"

"Ha! So you know this too." He said with a smile before he was deaf, "Mr. Carbon, it seems that you are also very proficient in our skills... I will definitely work with you when I have the opportunity. "

"Ah...I also watched some reality shows. I have seen through your tricks a long time ago." Feng Bujue said weakly, "In addition to'balance', there is another set that is... the most The strong one must not win. Whether cooking, singing, dancing, make-up, or survival in the wild... In short, the one who won the championship in the end is definitely not the strongest. This way... it seems that the show is suspenseful, interesting, and subconscious. It conveys the notion that “it’s not the strong ones who win, but the stronger ones”, as if there is some positive energy in it. But to put it bluntly... it’s just a dirty deal with copper."

"Mr. Carbon..." After hearing the words of Brother Jue, his tone changed slightly, "You..." Suddenly, he raised his voice, "...It's great that you can understand us! Hahahaha !" He actually laughed, "In that case, what I am going to tell you next, should you guess it too?"

"Of course." Feng Bujue also smiled. He looked at the camera and cast a "you know" emoticon, and then said, "Let's talk... the content of our'deal'... "

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The words are divided into two ends. Ten minutes later, on the other side of the island......

At this time, Gray Beard was standing by the guardrail on the submarine deck, facing the sea, brushing his teeth and washing his face.

The cup he used to brush his teeth is specially made, and the handle of the cup is installed directly above, so that he can hook it up with a hook...

His towel is also specially designed, much like the mop that can be wringed dry by rotating the handle. As long as one hand and a hook are used, the water can be wringed out.

"Captain, Tom and the others are back." A crew member's report interrupted Greybeard's washing.

Graybeard spit out the water in his mouth, turned around, and blew the foam on his beard: "Fur-what the hell? Why is it so fast?"

Before speaking, he limped over to the other side of the deck.

A long distance away, Gray Beard saw Tom's figure, and he immediately shouted: "Asshole! You came back after only a few minutes of shit? Are you playing with me?"

"Dare not..." Tom quickly shook his head and waved his hand, and replied with a panic look, "Captain... listen to me."

"Come on, how did this happen..." Graybeard was stunned when he said this, because he found that Tom and the other crew members who were going to investigate were still sitting behind...

It was a white man who looked about thirty years old with brown eyes and brown hair, long hair and sloppy beard, and he was wearing a retro-style suit.

"Who is this hippie?" Greybeard walked up to Tom, squinting at the stranger sitting on the deck.

"Report to the captain, this is the prisoner I caught in the woods by the beach." Tom replied.

"Prisoner?" Graybeard walked suspiciously in front of Cleavage, looked at the latter and asked~IndoMTL.com~boy, what do you do? Why does it appear on this island? "

"Huh?" The cracked pus sat on the ground like mud mud, and replied lazily, "I want to ask you? What are you doing? Is the program arranged by the show team? Why force me Bring it to this submarine?" While talking, he had looked up and down the gray beard, and then he actually laughed, "He...man, who designed your look? The clothes and appearance are all dirty. Got to be scumbag... And, how long has your director not watched a pirate movie? These days, the pirate captains are generally looking for handsome men with decadent appearances but elegant temperaments. How can you find a...er ...It's not for you...how can I find such a rough man to act?"

When he finished speaking, the movements of everyone on the deck...stopped.

For a time, people can only hear the sound of the sea breeze.

A full minute later, Grey Beard was relieved and realized that there was no problem with his ears.

So, he was very angry and grinned, with a kind face on his face, and asked a question: "This little brother, what is your name?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome. Starting point () to vote for recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read.)