Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 74: Destiny depends on a person’s double 6 (three)

"Okay, the white team has already reported the number, now please ask the red team to report the number!"

Mr. Dot shouted for the second time.

After a countdown, players from the red and white teams—Lin Sanjiu and the tall, unfamiliar young man—were standing in the first square. Looking at the question marks in the two grids, she couldn't help but frown slightly: What could be under this question mark...?

"1 square." She reported the same answer again.

"The second count, the white team advances 1 space, the red team advances 1 space!"

As soon as Mr. Dian finished speaking, the teammates in the rear of the red and white camps showed expressions of "Sure enough."

The design of this game seems to be completely pointless. How many squares to advance depends entirely on the opponent, so in order to ensure that their opponent can advance at the slowest speed, both sides will just grind on one square at a time until the outcome is determined by a duel.

But, is this really the case?

Lin Sanjiu thought as she stepped into the second space.

If the winner really can only be determined by a duel, wouldn't it be better to change it to a competition from the beginning?

There was another "ding dong" sound, and the second question mark under my feet disappeared again, replaced by a street pattern full of crowded traffic.

Lin Sanjiu looked up at the man opposite and saw that he was also frowning with a confused expression.

"Oops!" Mr. Dian shouted in an exaggerated tone, "Just when the two players stepped onto the square, the New Year's bell rang - the white team player was accused of setting off fireworks indiscriminately in the square. Firecrackers, fined, White team -1 point!"

Before the thought of "It turns out to be the New Year" has faded from their minds, the red and white teams looked a little stupidly towards the depths of the white mist - but unlike the members of the white team, the red team's People quickly became excited, and everyone looked happy.

The young man from the white team had an angry look on his face. Looking at him, it seemed that he could not help but rush into the fog to find some teacher to argue: "Hey, are you mistaken? You don't get one point only when you win the game. How can you deduct it so casually? Even if I win the game, it will be in vain!"

Hu Changzai and Hai Tianqing stood behind him. They looked at each other after hearing these words, not knowing whether they should be happy or unhappy. Although their emotions were complicated, they suppressed it on the surface and did not show it - because of Lin Sanjiu's signal, the two of them concealed it very well. The people in the white team never knew that there were still friends of theirs in the red team.

"Have you forgotten the explanation about 'scoring points' and 'losing points' in the rules?" Mr. Dian's voice was still the same, unmoved at all: "If you want to earn more points, work hard. Find the scoring points!"

The young man spat hard and stared at the squares on the ground, as if he wanted to see the difference among the dozen identical question marks.

"As for the players on the red team -" Mr. Dian continued, "there are too many people going to watch the New Year's Eve fireworks. Unfortunately, the players on the red team were stuck in traffic. The next time will be suspended."

The word "pause" quickly froze the smiles of the red team members.

"Are you kidding me?" Lian Xiaolian stood up impatiently, "Pausing for one frame means that you can't move forward next time? What's the point? In this way, the opponent will surely win!"

Due to the rules, the smallest number Lin Sanjiu can call each time is 1. So when he is one frame behind, even if both of them advance one frame at a time, it is foreseeable that they will lose the game in the end... "No, that's not right!" Zhong Junkai frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly said out loud : "The penalty of timeout is simply a powerful tool to change the outcome of the game. It can't be that we are the only one with timeout squares, right? That's too unfair...the opponent will definitely have it too!"

Everyone listened and felt that what he said was reasonable. Lao Wang clapped his hands and said in agreement: "Xiao Zhong is right! It seems that the key to this game lies in these pause grids. Whoever is unlucky and steps on too many will lose."

The brown-haired rabbit glanced at everyone and said nothing. Judging from the fact that everyone didn't ask about it when they introduced each other's names just now, it suddenly realized a possibility: Could these people just regard themselves as a special pet?

After thinking about this, the brown rabbit decided to stop talking if he could, and just sat there like a rabbit.

After listening to the four members of the red team discussing for a while, Mr. Dian’s third counting began again: “The white team advances one square, and the red team pauses.”

The young man's anger when he was deducted one point was now mostly gone. He glanced at Lin Sanjiu and stepped into the third square with a bit of pride.

"...At the company's year-end party, the white team player won a treasure box. But when he got it, he found that it was a broken and dirty box with the words 'bad luck box' written on it. May I ask the white team player? Do you want to open it?"

I didn’t expect that the treasure chest opened in the square has the option of opening it or not. The young man was stunned, as if he was very unsure. After thinking for a long time, he turned back to look at himself as if asking for help. teammate.

Although players and teammates cannot talk to each other, they can still see each other and can express their meaning clearly by just nodding and shaking their heads. Except for the old lady who nodded, the others frowned and shook their heads.

After all, it is clearly written on the box - "the box of bad luck". Since it is bad luck, why take the risk to open it?

The young man turned around, gritted his teeth, and said something. It seemed that he gave up on opening the box.

His choice was right - "The white team player chose not to open the box, and the venomous snake in the box cannot bite anyone."

Not knowing what the consequences of being bitten would be, the young man could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Since the beginning of the game, he has only moved three squares, but he has already suffered heavy losses; now that he can avoid this disaster, he feels very lucky.

The next time the count was counted, both sides still moved forward one space without any suspense. This time, Lin Sanjiu's red team was robbed of a prize because they borrowed a loan shark and couldn't repay it, while the white team was suspended once because their car broke down.

Sure enough, as Lao Wang expected, both sides had pause grids.

When the count was counted for the fourth time, both sides stood in the fourth square, and they were even again. This time their luck was slightly better than the previous three times - the players on the red team went to the hotel to rest for a while and came out without any loss or gain; the players on the white team got a treasure box, and after opening the treasure box, they got An opportunity to "regret a move".

At this time, the red team has 3 prizes left, a score of -1 point, a "pass" opportunity, and is in the 4th grid.

The white team has 4 remaining prizes, a score of -1 point, a chance to "regret a move", a point-reduction curse, and is in the 4th square.

On the fifth count, both sides advanced one space again, and this time both sides were deducted a prize at the same time.

Seeing that there were only two prizes handed over by his side in an instant, the expressions of everyone on the red team couldn't help but change. Chen Fan even speculated whether this was a scam designed to defraud other people of their belongings... But guessing, he never had the courage to walk into the white mist to find Mr. Dian to confirm.

In this way, the two sides went through seven countings step by step. Every step you take seems to draw blood - because although every encounter is different when the question mark is opened, it is unlucky without exception; occasionally meeting someone who is not painful or itchy is already extremely lucky. Unconsciously, everyone almost forgot about winning the prize on the opposite side, and only hoped that their own losses would be smaller.

After seven counts, the red team has 2 prizes, a score of -2 points, a "pass" opportunity, and a "5-minute halftime break" opportunity.

The white team has 3 prizes, a score of -2 points, a chance to "regret a move", and is burdened with a point-reducing curse.

Both sides are currently on the 7th grid and are still in a tie.

Just before Mr. Dian was about to call out the eighth count, everyone on the red team had already collapsed on the ground due to boredom and frustration, looking feebly at the direction of the game and occasionally chatting with their teammates. Anyway, the two players were just moving forward one square at a time, bleeding profusely every time they walked. What was there to look forward to? I have no choice but to wait for the final duel!

In such an atmosphere, the brown-haired rabbit was the first to notice something strange - because the sound of the eighth count did not sound for a long time.

It looked up with doubts and found that Lin Sanjiu was half-turned, facing the depths of the white mist, as if talking to someone - and there was no one else in that direction except Mr. Dian. Now...

Although they couldn't hear what she said, her move quickly attracted the attention of the red and white teams, and everyone looked at Lin Sanjiu. After a while, I heard Mr. Dian suddenly say "Okay", and then nothing more happened.

"Eh? Why do I feel like... Miss Lin is talking to that man?" Lian Xiaolian looked at it for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ and suddenly murmured something. "Did she just ask Mr. Dian to talk to the white team players?"

When she said this, everyone in the red team looked at the situation in the game field in surprise.

Although Lin Sanjiu had his back to everyone in the red team, the white team player was standing on the opposite side, so everyone could clearly see the expression on his face. The young man from the white team looked surprised at first, then frowned and glanced at Lin Sanjiu uneasily. Lin Sanjiu's back looked very excited, and he made gestures with his hands for a long time. After talking for a long time, the young man opposite him nodded hesitantly. The two of them seemed to have finally reached an agreement.

After receiving his opponent's consent, Lin Sanjiu breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge stone had been lifted from his heart.

Soon, amid the strong curiosity and doubts of the red and white teams, Mr. Dian’s eighth counting began——

"The white team advances 3 spaces, the red team advances 1 space!" r1152

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