Thriller Paradise Chapter 124: Death Questions and Answers (End)

"Correct!" Mr. You only announced it after a long time. The score on the console increased, and Feng Bujue's score had reached 120.

The audience burst into cheers and applause, the sound engineer played a fast-paced soundtrack, and the lights flashed in due course.

"Hehe, the number one player seems to be getting better." Mr. You smiled and said: "Then...the next question he has to face is the fourth question." He ignited the third question. Ka, glanced at the new question, smiled slyly, and said to Feng Bujue: "This question is worth 120 points!"

The audience was in an uproar, and Xiao Tan was surprised when they heard the words.

"The number one player, the four of you..." Mr. You looked around: "The fundamental purpose of the four... is to survive, not to compete. In the second round, it doesn’t matter who wins, the real key is It is the winner who will choose who will go to the arena." Mr. You said: "The scores of the second, third, and fourth players are zero, twenty and zero. It can be said that you have quite a bit now. As long as they all give up in the second question, you can guarantee your first position."

"You mean, I don't have to risk the score to zero to continue, right?" Feng Bujue asked.

Mr. You replied: "Hehe...I'm just analyzing the situation for you. If you are the one who is responsible for making suggestions among the four, I think your teammates will also be happy to cooperate."

"You mean teammates? Haha...Since you knew from the beginning that our goal is to survive for all members, not to fight for the first place." Feng Bujue's expression changed and he cast an evil sneer at the opponent. As if it was really KER possessed, the tone of his speech also changed: "Then I want to ask...Is there any point in the arrangement that the first place can get the prize? We are a team, does it make any difference who will get the prize? ?"

"Uh...that..." Mr. You hesitated, didn't he be questioned. I don't want to answer.

"Also, as long as other players are prompted, the player who answers the question will be deducted points. This rule is obviously for teamwork. If in a competitive game, players will not prompt each other There is no need for this kind of restriction." Feng Bujue sneered: "Huh...may I make such a hypothesis..." He raised an arm and pointed to the title of the program that was displayed on the big screen, "Death." Q&A, on the surface, this show is a game where four players compete for the first place, but in fact, it is a team survival game."

Feng Bujue just sat upright, set the microphone and said, "Every round, someone will enter the arena. But that doesn’t necessarily lead to death. The arena is just a trial at the end of each round, and the one who didn’t get the highest score. Anyone can enter... Simply put, it doesn’t matter if you can’t answer the question. People with strong fighting ability can also enter the next round.” Feng Bujue tilted his head, his elbows supported on the console, and stared at You. Mr.'s flickering eyes said: "So... what we have experienced so far is just for the preparation and accumulation of the last round of this game. It may be the third or fifth round... I don't know... …In short. It’s the final round that is the real'death question and answer', and at that time..." Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair again: "The accumulated'scores' that have been accumulated before will serve a certain purpose. A very important role that I don’t know at the moment."

The scene was silent, except for the monsters that made sounds at certain moments, such as the burp monster, and the audience was awe-inspiring.

Mr. You is holding the microphone. The lighting engineer shone a bright cylindrical light towards him, and he walked to the camera, his face gradually showing excitement and smile: "Dear viewers, player number one..." Mr. You spoke in a low voice this time. But because it is very quiet at the moment. Everyone heard clearly: "He actually guessed the third-round rule change...this..." He suddenly raised his voice: "This is unprecedented! Let us give him applause and cheers!"

The audience boiled with applause, whistles, and howls of ghosts, accompanied by the howling of some werewolves.

Mr. You moved his short and chubby body back to Feng Bujue's console: "It's a pity, I can't tell you the specific rules for the last round now."

"I think I know enough." Feng Bujue said: "In short, the fourth question, 120 points, I choose to answer."

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You raised the question card and said: "Which of the following four characters is the richest..." He paused: "A, Tony Stark; B, Bruce Wayne ; C, Uncle Shi Gaozhi (ge); D, Forrest Gump."

Feng Bujue immediately pressed the C button, and Mr. You asked unhurriedly: "Your answer is Uncle Scrooge?"

"Of course, that duck and the other three guys are not of the same magnitude."

"Answer..." After an expected pause, Mr. You said: "Correct!" Feng Bujue's score reached 240 points, and there was thunderous applause.

Mr. You burned the fourth question card, glanced at the fifth question, and said: "Contestant number one, if I tell you now that the fifth question is very, very difficult to answer, would you give up? "

"You can talk about the score for this question first." Naturally, Feng Bujue would not be easily fooled by the other party.

"The value of this question is..." Mr. You's expression suddenly became a little strange, "One thousand skill points."

Neither the audience nor the guests had much reaction, but the four players all showed incredible expressions after hearing this sentence.

"What...skill value?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

"Nonsense, what skill do you mean?" Mr. You spread his hands and smiled at the camera, and the audience burst into laughter.

"I want to answer!" Feng Bujue said firmly: "Report the topic." He only regarded it as a normal concept in this script.

"Huh..." Mr. You sneered, picked up the question card and said: "So far, you have only received one fear rating in Thrillerland..."

"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's eyes widened. Almost instinctively interrupted Mr. You's words.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Mr. You asked in a relaxed tone.

"How the **** is this..." Feng Bujue asked as he tried to stand up, but Mr. You gently waved his finger, and an invisible force pushed him back to the seat.

"Who made you stand up?" Mr. You said in the tone of an adult teaching a child: "Listen to me to finish the question."

At this moment, Xiao Tan, Mei Ling and Si Yu all felt an indescribable sense of oppression. The atmosphere of this stage has changed, becoming repressed and terrifying...

Mr. You went on to read the title in his hand: "So far. You have only received one fear rating in Thriller Paradise. May I ask that... A, full of courage; B, courage; C, Panicked; D. Frightened and frightened."

Feng Bujue looked at Mr. You suspiciously, stretched out his hand slowly, and pressed the button representing option A. Before Mr. You announced the answer, he heard the system prompt: [You get 1000 skill points]

"Are you a derivative?" Feng Bujue lowered his voice and asked, his first reaction was this, but he was wrong.

"Do you suspect that I am a species with a lower dimensionality than you?" Mr. You smiled and said, "Ha ha ha... don't make this kind of joke, okay?" He burned the question card and took out the next one. : "The sixth question... the reward for the correct answer is. A pass to the thriller paradise "inside world"." He said, moving his finger, and a small black card appeared between his index and middle fingers. "If the answer is wrong, your psionic weapon will disappear."

Feng Bujue’s brain is running fast...From the beginning of the script to the present, the accumulation of various abnormal phenomena seems to have caused a qualitative change in everything at this moment,

"Enough." A strange voice sounded.

It was a man in a suit with brown hair. He appeared abruptly in the center of the stage. Standing one meter behind Mr. You.

In an instant, Mr. You's expression froze, and his smile solidified on his face. The three people on the guest table seemed to be sitting in the office and gagging, when they suddenly saw the leader come in, their sitting posture and expressions all changed. The audience was stunned.

The blockbuster named Fear has already been piled up, just wait for the flame to ignite...detonate the audience.

Simon stood behind Mr. You. Looking condescendingly at the fat man's neck: "Are you going to speak with your back to me?"

"He...hehe...Don't...Don't...Don't dare." Mr. You's sweat dripped from his hat like a waterfall, and nervousness and fear were written directly on his face.

Simon turned his gaze to the cameraman again. He didn't say a word, just a look in his eyes, and the translucent ghost wailed in immense pain. The whole body was covered with a layer of strong light, and then it exploded like fireworks, and the soul flew away. The camera in front of him was naturally blown out.

"Miscellaneous fish, get out." Simon said this in the center of the stage in an unquestionable tone.

The demons and monsters in the auditorium are like people meeting ghosts, making all kinds of shouts like killing pigs, crawling and jumping to various exits, and for a while, smoke and blood are billowing. , The door frames of all exits were basically damaged, and some even broke through the wall and escaped.

In less than thirty seconds, there were only four players, Simon, Mr. You, and three guests on the guest table.

"It's been a long time, brother Simon, hahaha..." Hephaestus smiled and thought about it.

Simon just replied indifferently, "It's you...how is my order?"

"Uh...you know, brother Simon, it is very troublesome to make a weapon suitable for you, besides, we are not saying that it will be delivered before the end of the 21st century..."

"But I think you seem to be free?" he interrupted.

"Understood! Understood! I will disappear right away! Ha ha! Please do it yourself, ha ha..." Hephaestus really disappeared as he said this.

"I didn't expect you to come to this kind of occasion." Simon moved his eyes to the arrogant body again.

"Huh..." She snorted coldly, "You are wide enough."

"I'm also on business." Simon replied: "If you have any personal matters, you want to tell me..."

"Huh!" Arrogance turned into a cloud of black smoke and left without listening to him.

"Why are you looking at me?" The next step was Master Plague's eyes towards Simon: "I just can't speak, it won't work?"

"You placed a bet." Simon replied.

"The high-level personnel have basically placed their bets." The plague made a very innocent look.

"I am the referee." Simon continued.

"That's because no one can beat you. But..."

"There are but?" Simon said in a deep voice.

"Well...I'm wrong, I'm wrong, alright, I'm leaving." The plague coughed twice and turned into black light.

Simon's gaze returned to Mr. You again, "Okay. Please explain, what does this mean?"

"Uh...this big brother, can I ask, what the **** is going on?" Feng Bujue waved his hand at Simon, interjecting sincerely.

Simon glanced at Feng Bujue. Immediately snapped his fingers, and a second later, the bottle of P-500 appeared in his hand. He threw the medicine bottle to Feng Bujue and said, "You have cleared the level."

Feng Bujue took the medicine bottle that flew over, and did not look at the attributes carefully, and immediately asked, "What the **** is going on? This script..."

"Don't worry. I promise that this situation will not happen again, at least not in a short time..." After Simon said this, the four players were all turned into white light and forced to teleport.

…………

In the landing space, Feng Bujue established a team communication: "Have you all been teleported?"

Xiao Tan continued: "Yes."

"What's the situation with the script just now?" A sad voice also appeared.

Rainy voice sounded: "It seems...the SS in the script had a conflict and then drove us away?"

Little sigh: "It's weird. I show that the mission completion is 0/0, but the clearance rewards are quite complete. Is this a bug?"

Feng Bujue said: "The man in a suit who suddenly appeared... He looked like a GM in his tone, maybe something major happened to us."

"What should I do?" Xiao Tan asked.

"What should I do? Don't you get the reward for customs clearance? Ask the customer service. It's probably one question and three questions. You can't complain...It's too easy to pass the customs after half of the game, right?" Feng Bujue said .

"Unconsciously, all the fear ratings I have taken up to now are ‘Balled’?" Siyu asked suddenly.

"Head, are you going to hang up, right?" Sui Ling continued.

"Ah...that..." Feng Bujue really didn't think about how to answer this question. He and these two girls are not very familiar, just the friends they have met in the game not long ago. Have you confessed about the unknown brain disease?

But he changed his mind. If you make up a reason to prevaricate, even if the reason is tenable for the time being, maybe they will find out the truth from a young sigh... After pondering for a while, Feng Bujue said: "It's not a hang, of course it's not. What sedative drugs were injected while playing games...I just. I won’t feel scared."

As soon as these words came out, Siyu and Sading naturally wanted to continue to ask questions.

Feng Bujue snatched up before they asked any questions: "But why is this happening? I can’t tell you, so don’t ask me. Even if it’s a little bit of my privacy, I hope you can keep this secret. ."

After a silent silence, Siyu said: "Okay, I won't mention this."

Hearing what she said, Mei Ling also answered: "I have no objection, rest assured, my tone is also very tight."

"Um...Thank you, why not just let it go today." Feng Bujue said.

"Okay, I'm also a little tired, so I'm going down." Xiao sigh replied.

Siyu and Beiling also expressed their plans to go offline, and the four said goodbye to each other and left the game one after another.

…………

The time went back a little bit. A few minutes ago, the death question and answer was recorded at the scene.

Simon looked down at Mr. You and said, "Who allowed you to bring them to the death question and answer? Are you not going to run this show anymore?"

"Well... it's just a virtual projection, and they won't really die..." Mr. You seemed to want to explain.

"What did you just want to do?" Simon asked.

"It was Woody that fouled first! He let Feng Bujue enter the world of Thunderbolt in the tenth level, and easily acquired psionic weapons." Mr. You directly defended.

"You mean... you are correcting some of the results of the violation for me." Simon asked.

Mr. You’s face turned pale. He knew that there was an extremely dangerous trap in this sentence. If he answered "Yes", it meant that he was exercising the power of a referee, in Simon’s character. , As long as he was given a valid reason, let alone a demigod, he would dare to kill the true god.

"No!" Mr. You said: "I never meant that~ IndoMTL.com~ You first give him 1,000 skill points, and then you are ready to take away his psionic weapons, thinking that this will be done. Is it?" Simon said, "What do you think Woody would do if he knew you were so clever?"

"Uh..." Mr. You was speechless for a while.

Simon said coldly: "He will not hesitate to throw the guy you bet on to the territory of the first-level derivative, knocking his strength back by about ten levels."

"But...but..." Mr. You wanted to say something else.

"There is nothing wrong with Feng Bujue getting a psionic weapon. With his strength, he doesn't need to wait until about level 30 before taking it. This is my judgment as a referee." Simon said: "From now on At the beginning, the little actions of you guys should end here." He snorted coldly: "I have completed the correction of the system, and the backdoor left by Woody no longer exists. You can't even intervene anymore, even for a second. ."

As Simon said, he walked to the fixed-position main camera on the stage. He stood in front of the camera, his eyes as cold as a blade: "The gambling is only now officially started. Whoever dares to reach the table again, I will put him His hands are chopped."