Ming Youyou's tone was still a little uncertain, but Dill quickly ripped off the thread she was pointing to, as if she believed in Ming Youyou's decision.

So, before the others could react, the green wire was ripped off by dill.

The bomb did not explode, but the number of the first two on it changed from 24 to 22.

"It seems that you have chosen the wrong one." Dill looked at Ming Youyou without a trace of complaint in her eyes, as if it was just an insignificant game.

"To be fair, let's each choose once." Dill placed the bomb in the hands of the first man next to her, making a gesture of choice.

Probably knowing that even if he chose the wrong bomb, it would not explode and would only shorten it by two hours, the man did not hesitate too much when choosing, and quickly drew a blue wire with his instincts.

Dill still did not hesitate to pull off the blue wire. This time, the flickering number on the bomb still did not disappear, but the number jumped directly from 22 to 18.

It's not the expected loss of two hours, but it is double the first mistake, and the loss is four hours.

After witnessing such a change, the third person who got the bomb felt a little apprehensive in his heart. If he guesses wrong, he'll lose eight hours.

So, after struggling for about half an hour, he finally pulled out a red wire.

This time, the number on the bomb did not decrease suddenly, but it still flickered at the normal rate of time.

"It seems that this is not a multiple-choice question, but a multiple-choice question." Dill handed the bomb to the fourth man and motioned for him to choose.

Without much hesitation, the man ripped off one of the orange wires. His luck was obviously not as good as the previous one, and the number on the bomb suddenly jumped to 10.

Sure enough, as everyone expected, the reduction time doubled for each wrong guess. If this continues, the next choice will be the last chance, and if you make a mistake, there is a good chance that the bomb will be detonated.

The eyes of the four were focused on Dill's hand, and their eyes watched her movements without blinking.

Dill flipped over the wires randomly, selected four at random, and quickly ripped them off together.

The numbers on the bomb began to decrease rapidly at a rate that was not visible to the naked eye, and as it plummeted, a rapid and piercing siren of "Dididi" sounded.

At the sound of the siren, the four people, including the two men who had come with a certain death mentality, became panicked.

Death may not be scary, but the process of waiting for death is terrifying.

In the monitoring backroom of the Lemiel game, the central screen constantly flashes red, emitting a short, high-pitched alarm.

Lun Sheng secretly glanced at Gu Qingcheng, who had just driven himself away from his work position and was sitting on it, and he was very puzzled in his heart.

"Chairman," Lun Sheng couldn't help but ask, "the alarm has sounded, and the bomb should be detonated." ”

"yes, I see." Gu Qingcheng nodded lightly, reached out and pressed a button.

This button is not the button to detonate the bomb, but the button to turn it off.

"Chairman, did you press the wrong button?" Seeing that he hadn't refuted his words before, Lun Sheng thought that Gu Qingcheng hadn't distinguished the two buttons and pressed the wrong one.