"That's really ...... I watched a good show! ”

Yue Ming sat up straight, his mouth wide open and barely closed at this point. As the host, he shouldn't have shown such a surprised expression, but the scene in front of him really surprised him.

On the left, Ji Fenghua knelt on the ground on his knees, straightened his upper body, and maintained a very stiff posture. Her hands were clutching the disc-shaped remote control, her right index finger pressed on one of the buttons, and the green tendons on the back of her hand protruded, as if she was using a lot of force.

However, on closer inspection, her fingertips were just on the button, but not pressing. The feeling of tensing the whole body very hard is not the decision to press the button, but the price of reining in the precipice at the last moment and stopping the action abruptly.

From pressing to retracting, it was only a short moment that passed in between, but sweat was already pouring out of her forehead, and the clothes on her back were quickly soaked with cold sweat. As beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks and dripped down her chin, she seemed to finally come to her senses and slowly let go of her grip on the remote control.

Her face still maintained the terrified expression she had just made, and her eyes were fixed on the hand in front of her.

A second earlier, there had been a black box-like bomb between the fingers of that hand, as if it were going to be thrown as a softball. However, at this time, there was only a black hole in the palm of the hand, and the surrounding skin was burned by the instantaneous high temperature, and only then did it begin to emit a scorching smell.

Time passed, the pain began to be transmitted, and the owner of the hand did not react until this time, holding the palm of his hand and letting out the first cry of pain.

And Xiang Nanxing, who was originally down, had already picked up the dropped bomb, and was struggling to stand up, gritting his teeth and getting up from the ground. He didn't even glance at the wailing man next to him, but looked up at the distant heights. Through the obscuration of the heavy branches and leaves, a small red point of light stubbornly pierced through and flashed on his eyeball.

It was the familiar person who sent him a familiar signal.

"Thanks, Akane." He whispered.

He knew that it would not be easy to save everyone, and if there was no guarantee of absolute force, it would be an illusory dream. Xiang Nanxing also hesitated to press the button directly and sacrifice the people who tried to kill them in exchange for his and Ji Fenghua's lives. But at that moment, the infrared aiming light that suddenly flashed on the surface of his eyeball made him aware of Nangong Qian's existence, and knew that the latter was also observing the development here. This is the contact method she and Xiang Nanxing used in the battle against Xu Wen, even if there is no agreement and negotiation at this time, at least the meaning of "I am here" can be expressed.

The signal worked, and Nangong Qian's presence gave Xiang Nanxing the confidence to carry out his thoughts to the end. Then he chooses to put himself in a dangerous situation and seeks an ending that can save everyone, precisely because he always believes in Nangong Qian's marksmanship and knows what kind of miracle a brilliant shooting genius can create.

"But why do you do such a thing!" He stood up and glared at Lao Zhao without flinching. At the end of the bomb defusal, he really put all his attention into saving the opponent, so he was successfully attacked by one blow. However, what he couldn't figure out was that he was only a little bit close to surviving, why did the other party do such a thing that harmed others and benefited himself?

"You've misunderstood one thing." Lao Zhao said coldly.

His brow was still uncontrollably twisted in sharp pain, but he felt like he had calmed down, or had become accustomed to the pain. He was fixed on the remote control in Xiang Nanxing's hand, as if he might pounce at any time, but he didn't dare to act rashly because he didn't care about the bullets that came from nowhere.

"Your ideal is too simple." "There's no ending in this game where we all survive," he said. Even if you manage to defuse the bomb, the outcome will still be the same. ”

Ji Fenghua doubted: "But as long as the bomb is disarmed, you will be ...... from the threat of death."

"It's useless." Lao Zhao shook his head, "The key event that determines the outcome is 'whether the bomb is detonated', not whether I am blown up or not, right?" ”

When he said "right", his eyes were already looking at Yue Ming next to him, and the latter also nodded in response with a smile. "That's right." The host smiled slightly, "And I have already emphasized that no matter which side it is, the punishment for losing the game is death." ”

Ji Fenghua was silent. It's not that she hasn't thought about this possibility, it's just that once she thinks about it, all the efforts they make will be meaningless, and there will be no hope - she just hopes that this is not the case.

But the truth is right in front of us. Compared with them, who relied on the prophetic poems to understand the rules, Lao Zhao, who knew all the details of the rules from the beginning, undoubtedly thought about other possibilities earlier, and knew the impossibility behind them earlier. After ruling out all opportunities, he finally chose to turn into a murderer and hunt down the two young men who would call him "Teacher".

Because he didn't want to die at all, and was even willing to put everything on his own for it. No matter how much dignity or conscience there is, it can't compare to the father that his daughter shouted at him after she recovered. He can deceive, he can do it to innocent people, as long as he can live.

The compromise just now seemed to be moved by Xiang Nanxing's words on the surface, but in fact, it was just another form of retreating and wanting to seize the initiative. Xiang Nanxing is too idealistic in pursuit of perfection, Ji Fenghua is bound to hesitate when making life and death decisions, decades of teaching career has made him see the weaknesses of these young people clearly, and what he does is also aimed at the weaknesses and directly snipe.

In fact, if it weren't for the unexpected long-range shooting, the winner would have been clear. Ji Fenghua couldn't make up her mind to kill people for the first time, so in the second of hesitation, the bomb had already flown to her body, making her even more unable to press the button, so she could only pick up the bomb first and stay away.

And this process will take at least two or three seconds.

Although his calf was injured, Lao Zhao, whose body had been strengthened, obviously still had the strength to fly. Compared with the two who have almost exhausted their physical strength, he is still in good condition after his hands and feet are injured, so after easily solving Xiang Nanxing, the flaws in his hurry in the past two or three seconds are enough for him to knock Ji Fenghua down.

Then came the time for him to rule as he pleased—as it should have been.

The sudden shot accurately hit the last wire of the bomb magazine, and at the same time pierced his palm, interrupting his throwing. So the victory and defeat were reversed at that moment, although the prey was still close at hand, and the injured body could still fight, but Lao Zhao knew that if the person who fired the gun was willing, the bullet should have passed through his head.

In other words, of course he could make another attack on Xiang Nanxing, but that would just force this mysterious person to kill himself in seconds.

"Willing to gamble and lose!" He hung his head helplessly, "Drop the bomb, and press the button, I won't say anything superfluous." ”

Xiang Nanxing looked at the bomb in his hand with great interest, throwing it like a ball, but in the end he just threw it at his feet, like throwing away an unwanted toy. He suddenly turned his head to look at Yue Ming and smiled.

"What if I don't do it?" He raised his eyebrows defiantly.

"If you don't do it, will it detonate? Do not lift? Don't want to die? Yue Ming seemed to smile, "If you don't say it clearly, it's hard for me to understand." ”

"No, it's 'not what you think.'" Xiang Nanxing said lightly, "My enemy is the game itself, and if you want to win, you have to save everyone - so it's a pity that you can't kill any of them." ”

Before Yue Ming could react, Ji Fenghua on the side had already gasped. Xiang Nanxing's declaration at this time is indeed the only answer to this deadlock at the moment. Because the bomb has been disarmed, Lao Zhao's biggest threat has been eliminated, and the only obstacle in front of them is the rule that "the loser will be wiped out".

But the rules are set by people, and someone needs to enforce them. Of course, the defeated person can't kill himself obediently, so the host has to help him harvest his life and let the game come to an end. And Xiang Nanxing's meaning is also obvious, as long as he blocks Yue Ming and doesn't let him execute, the outcome of this game will naturally be invalid.

The bottom of the kettle is drawn.

But is this really possible?

"You're brave." Yue Ming smiled, "No one has ever dared to say such a thing in front of me before. ”

"There is no one who can successfully override the host." He accentuated his tone.

"It depends on 'which' host it is." Xiang Nanxing pushed back-for-tat, "For the 'twenty-third', there are at least twenty-two people above it." I know a few of them, and none of them would let me do the bomb disposal as comfortably as I did just now, not a single one. ”

"That's the gap." He also accentuated his tone.

He was still provoking him! Ji Fenghua was about to call out, but saw that Yue Ming just smiled disappreciatively, looking completely unmoved. By this time he had already stood up, and was looking in the opposite direction of the extension of the trajectory with great interest, before he slowly took a step and approached this way.

With the host-level eyesight, Xiang Nanxing didn't know if he could see Nangong Qian lurking in the distance, but judging from the footsteps he stepped out, the shot just now obviously made him quite vigilant.

The place where he was originally staying was an absolute shooting blind spot, but if he wanted to make a move against Xiang Nanxing and the others, he had to leave this safe area. At this time, he tentatively took a few steps perpendicular to the direction of the trajectory, but there were branches and leaves to obstruct it, and if the opponent really wanted to snipe, just aiming would be a big problem.

But as he walked, the feeling of being aimed at followed him closely. On the way, he subtly changed his pace several times, but this feeling was always with him, and he couldn't shake it off.

"Marksmanship is as good as the rumors, no wonder you're so confident." He raised his chin and asked Xiang Nanxing, "How did you get in touch?" ”

The latter sneered: "Thank you for this." ”

"Thank you?"

"Thank you for stealing the 'day' from me." Xiang Nanxing said, "I told you in person before, if I missed the appointment, that person would probably be so angry that he would pull out a gun and shoot me directly...... It seems that after waiting for about a day, I was overly angry, and the muzzle of the gun was a little crooked. ”

He stood calmly in place, finishing his words steadily, without even changing his tone. But in fact, the second he said "pull out the gun and shoot me", with two gentle "poofs", two small bullet holes suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him.

Opposite him, Yue Ming arched his back and raised his feet, still maintaining the posture of rushing out, but he was already frozen in place. His expression was a little embarrassed, because this assault was his personal pride in terms of timing and speed, but the result was that he couldn't even take the first step, and was pinned directly to the spot by two threatening shots.

"It's useless." Xiang Nanxing shook his head, "From the moment you let me dismantle the bomb, the ending of the game has been doomed. ”

"You're losing, host."

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