Thriller Paradise Chapter 123: Death Questions and Answers (7)

"If you forget, I won't forget." Feng Bujue replied, lying lazily in a chair.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Connected, but during its movement, the black and white grid floor disappeared like a virtual projection, and reappeared again, completely unaffected.

"The second round is... multiple-choice questions." Mr. You said, "The rule of this round is that the contestants step up to answer one by one. Each person can answer up to seven questions, and at least one question must be answered." He once again I took out a stack of question cards from my pocket. The pattern on the back of the card is no different from the first round: "After I finish reading the question, the contestant can select the answer through the button on the console. Once I press it, the answer is not available. Change."

Feng Bujue said: "Is it right that as long as you answer a wrong question, you can't continue to answer it?"

"Yes, and the mysterious advantage you got in the first round is..." Mr. You paused again at a critical moment, and there was a rapid drumbeat, as if the trapeze in the circus was the last one. The soundtrack of the jumping time, "You can choose to skip a question and add points at any time in the second round."

"Does the person with the lowest score still enter the arena this round?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"Haha...the second round..." Mr. You smiled sadly: "The player with the highest score at the end of the round will be arbitrarily designated to enter the arena."

"That's how it is." Feng Bujue said. "I see, let's start."

"OK, please listen to the first question..." Mr. You took the question card and said: "The score for this question... is ten. Excuse me... Einstein's birthday is...A, March 13th ; B, March 14; C, March 15; D. April 13." After he asked, he turned his face to the camera: "We all know that the second round is a very critical round. Being able to answer all seven questions correctly will most likely build up a huge score advantage..."

Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds without expression. Immediately interrupted Mr. You: "I want to skip this question and add points."

The audience was in an uproar.

Mr. You smiled and said: "Really? Contestant number one, do you want to use this opportunity on the first question? Know that the following questions will only get harder and harder."

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied very calmly.

"Hehe...add more points!" Mr. You burned off the question card in his hand, and the score displayed in front of Feng Bujue's console changed to 60 points.

"The number one player, why did you use this advantage so decisively?" Mr. You said: "The players who came to our show before will try their best to save this opportunity to the next topic. Use it again."

"Because I don't know the question." Feng Bujue replied.

"Why don't you guess? It's just a very topic." Mr. You asked.

Feng Bujue replied: "Very simple math problems. Suppose I don’t know all of these questions. If I guess the first question, I guess. 60 points for a correct guess, 40 points for a wrong guess. And now , There are 80 points for guessing right, if you guess wrong... the result is the same as for the first question, 40 points.

The same probability is 25%, the risk is the same, but the possible benefit is higher, so of course I will use this opportunity and make sure to go to the second question. He paused: "What's more, if I can answer the second question, then there is no need to guess." "

Mr. You was a bit taken aback by what he said. The audience was silent for a few seconds, and applause and cheers broke out.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, contestant number one seemed very calm even when he could not answer the question." Mr. You smiled.

There was another burst of laughter among the audience.

"This is called the rational use of rules, go ahead." Feng Bujue put his hands on the back of his head, looking very relaxed.

"Well, contestant number one, start with the second question. You can choose to answer or not answer..." Mr. You pushed the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "The score for the second question is 20 points. If you get a correct answer, add 20 points. If you get a wrong answer, naturally 20 points will be deducted." He looked at Feng Bujue: "According to your theory just now. Even if you guessed it, you would try it?"

"Of course." Feng Bujue replied.

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You looked at the question card and said: "April 30, 1943, a famous scam in history kicked off, that is, Operation Minced Meat. Excuse me, that one was disguised as The body of the Royal Navy Lieutenant Commander, his...real name, is...A, William Martin; B, Samuel Jackson; C, Greendoor Michael; D, Charlie Sheen."

Feng Bujue pressed the C button without hesitation.

Mr. You said: "The number one player, once you press the answer, you can’t change it."

"Ah, I know." Feng Bujue replied.

There was another nervous soundtrack on the scene, and Mr. You looked at the camera solemnly: "The correct answer is..."

"What are you doing with your constipation...B and D are the names of actors, so they can be ruled out. And William Martin is the identity name forged in Operation Shredded Meat? Even if not. Those who know Operation Minced Meat, if you guess between A and C, they will choose the name that is more like their real name..." Feng Bujue said.

"Contestant number one." Mr. You turned his face unhappy: "How about you come to host?"

"Okay, let's change positions. I promise to send you into the arena." Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh? This is interesting. If Mr. You wants to enter the arena, let's pick one of the three of us to be the executioner." The plague sitting on the guest seat showed an interesting smile.

Arrogance actually agreed: "Good idea."

"You just want me to die!" Mr. You said: "Don't break the topic, I am announcing the answer!"

"It's C." The audience hissed as if they had been spoiled.

"Okay... since everyone knows it." Mr. You cheered up again: "The answer is correct! Add twenty points!" Feng Bujue's score displayed in front of the console immediately changed to eighty.

"Well...it seems that this question is not difficult for the number one player at all." Mr. You raised his hand and burned the question card. "But the next question... is worth forty points." He deliberately There was a pause for a few seconds, and the camera lens also gave Feng Bujue, but Jue didn't have any particularly big reactions.

"Do you regret using up the right to skip the question now, player number one?" Mr. You asked at the right time.

"So...will the score of every next question be doubled?" Feng Bujue ignored Fatty You and said to himself.

"Who knows... Who knows?" Mr. You also made a sloppy look.

"Huh..." Feng Bujue sneered, and answered the other party's previous question: "If I feel regretful, I won't do it. If I do, I won't regret it."

Mr. You blew a whistle, and the cameraman used the split screen to give him and Feng Bujue each a close-up: "Then... Contestant number one, do you want to answer the third question?"

"Answer." Feng Bujue said.

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You looked at the question card and replied: "Which of the following is not... the move of the Emperor Qitian. A, the flame of the god; B, the light of the god; C, the hand of the god; D , The rule of God."

This question is somewhat confusing. Most of the moves of Emperor Qitian start with "God", and Feng Bujue can't say the answer for a while. He needs to search for it in the attic of his memory.

"The contestants don't need to worry. There is no time limit for the second round, but generally speaking, if you still can't figure it out after three to five minutes, I will count back dozens of seconds for you to choose an answer at will." After saying this, the husband turned his face to the center of the stage again: “While we are thinking about the number one player, ask the other players to tell us what we think of the player number one’s prospects in this round. Of course, if you know, The answer, don’t try to prompt him, otherwise he will be directly deducted points." He turned to a small sigh: "Player number two, how many questions do you think player number one can answer."

Xiao Tan is looking down at his left hand silently. At present, his hand has not changed significantly. When asked by Mr. You, he replied without raising his head: "I don’t know, but I’m right. Brother Jue is confident, he should be able to finish the answer."

"The number two player, number one is now leading the score. If he can answer all of them, the highest score of the second round will be decided in advance. What if he chooses you to go to the arena?" Mr. You throws There is a harder question.

"Huh?" Xiao Tan raised his head and looked at Mr. You: "Then go. If you think Brother chooses me, it means that this is more reasonable."

"Hehe...It seems that the No. 2 contestant trusts No. 1's resourcefulness very much." Mr. You commented, and then turned to the side of Siyu, "Then... May I ask..."

"Pass." Like Yu did not let Mr. You finish speaking, he directly responded in a way of "too lazy to care about you".

"Uh..." Fatty You smiled awkwardly, and turned to Bei Ling's side: "Then... Do you have anything to say, player number four?"

"Leader~IndoMTL.com~ If you can really finish the answer, please choose Xiaotan." The words were to Feng Bujue, but Beiling cast a full heart toward Xiaotan. Malicious smile.

"What the **** did I do?" Xiao sighed with an innocent look.

"If you lose your left hand and don't have a relationship with a woman, you can only depend on your right hand in this life..." Feng Bujue unexpectedly vomited in a weak tone to see his calm expression. , It is estimated that there is an answer.

Fatty You's eyes lit up and he said, "Oh, player number one, your sentence is quite interesting, can I quote it later?"

"Whatever you..." Feng Bujue said, "I have already chosen, and report the answer."

Mr. You bent down and glanced at the answer on the front of the No. 1 console, Feng Bujue pressed the D button.

"OK, the answer for the number one player is D, God's decree..." Mr. You started his usual hosting trick again, without saying the whole sentence, and stopped whenever he stopped at a key place for as long as he could. How long, "...this answer..."