The current situation is clear, with a minimum score of 100 out of 100.

And the writer's score of 80 far exceeds the score of his surplus guests of 8.

The writer didn't expect this to be the result, which was a bit surprising.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became extremely heavy.

Yun Chu looked up at the tyrant sitting on the couch.

The man's slender fingers were lightly on his cheeks, and there was a bit of interest in his eyes.

His skin was as white as snow in black, like a cedar tree standing in the dark.

Yun Chu thought about it carefully, and it seemed that no matter how this game was played, it could satisfy this person's bad taste.

If all the guests report the curtain in advance, no matter how Yun Chu scores, there will always be an unlucky person who will be punished.

Because in the first round of missions, No. 8 was the unlucky guy who was eliminated and cleaned up.

And if the guests successfully avoid the stage obstacles, and all the guests stand on the same starting line, there will be a different ending.

As a judge, Yun Chu himself cannot score arbitrarily.

Once the standard deviates too much and is unfair, the triggered reward and punishment mechanism will give the guest a fair score. And under this mechanism, there will be no absolute justice, either the score is higher or the score is lower, which is the reward and punishment.

Thinking of this, Yun Chu was suddenly stunned.

She always thought that games were always fair and that there was always a best solution.

But if you think about it again, if it's just a one-sided play by the owner, will there still be fairness?

At least in the past afternoon tea game, the castle owner has not been involved in it.

And this time, it's different.

Yun Chu put down the pen in his hand and picked up the small parasol that was placed aside.

"Why?"

Yun Chu looked at the tyrant and opened his mouth lightly.

The young man on the sofa paused slightly, and slowly turned his head to look at her.

His eyes were pitch black, deep and boundless, and he could not see the bottom.

Just when Yun Chu thought that the other party would say something nasty, the tyrant laughed instead.

"Later," he said, "you will understand." ”

Later?

Yun Chu didn't know why he would say later.

At this time, in the banquet hall, the sound of the bad system echoed in the hall.

[Ding!] ]

[Random blind box penalty enabled!] ]

As soon as the voice fell, there was an instant black box in front of the five guests of 12345.

The faces of the people turned pale.

The black box is like a Pandora's box, and no one dares to open it.

When Yun Chu's gaze fell on the screen, he saw such a picture.

It turned out that the final punishment was determined by luck.

Yun Chu thought about it, put down the little parasol, and walked towards the tyrant with his feet.

She sat down next to him.

The people around him stiffened slightly, and silently moved to the side.

I didn't even want to look at Yun Chu more, and I had an indescribable awkwardness.

None of the guests in the banquet hall had opened the blind box, so Yun Chu asked, "I have a few questions. ”

That's another story.

Yun Chu knew, what she wanted to know, the tyrant knew.

The young man paused, tilting his head slightly.

His gaze paused on Yun Chu's face and said, "What? ”

Yun Chu was categorical: "Why am I in this castle?" ”

The tyrant's eyes flickered slightly, and he skimmed his face.

"No one forced anyone to come to this place, you did it of your own free will."

He's just pushing the boat down the river.

Yun Chu paused and asked, "Is this a real place?" ”

Yun Chu has thought about whether this is a holographic game.

She and the other guests are just players trapped in the game.

It was a modern plane, she remembered.

There shouldn't be such supernatural powers, unrealistic.