Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

Two standing lizardmen stood on the top of the hill, watching their car go far away... Sajia's story was finished, and everyone in the hall looked at her with wide eyes at this moment, making Sajia feel a little uncomfortable, she twisted body, changed his sitting position, and said, "Why don't you talk? Why are you staring at me?" "This story," said Araki Zhou in a drawn out voice, "did you come up with it in less than a day?" "Yes, to be precise, the hours between breakfast and dinner. What's the matter?" Arakishu didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes and stared at Saka.Beidou said with an excited look: "It's the most thrilling and dramatic story I've heard so far—it's really great! Sajia is indeed a master!"

Qianqiu, who is usually stingy with words of praise, also expressed affirmation of Sajia's story, "Indeed, this story has a strong sense of substitution. Especially in the second half, it is full of tension and makes people feel sweaty - not everyone Suspense stories can do that.” Facing everyone's compliments, Sajia blushed and nodded in thanks: "Thank you." "The point is, how many hours did it take you to conceive this story?" Darkfire sighed, "It's unbelievable." Chris smiled faintly: "I said long ago that among us, there may be hidden 'super geniuses' with higher IQs than mine, but it's not easy to reveal them."

Sajia didn't know whether Chris's words were a compliment or meant something else, she frowned and said, "What do you mean by that...?" "It's nothing, and I'm not targeting you." Chris explained, "There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers among us, and there are many masters." "Let's rate Sajia." Xia Houshen said. "Okay, I'm going to get the paper and pen." Goth took the initiative to go to the cabinet again, took out the signature pen and white paper and distributed them to everyone. Score, count, and calculate the average score. In the end, Sajia’s story scored 9.3 points—surpassing Beidou’s 9.2 points and becoming the winner of the highest score so far.

This result was obviously beyond Sajia's expectation. She blushed, looking both surprised and happy, and kept nodding to express her gratitude to everyone. At this time, Qianqiu noticed that Ryoma sitting next to her looked serious. She stared at the small notebook she had been using to record, her brows were tightly frowned, and she seemed to be thinking about something. Qianqiu couldn't help asking: "Ryoma, what are you doing?" What are you thinking?" "Ah..." Ryoma raised his head with a dazed expression. He looked around the crowd and said hesitantly, "I found a problem."

"What did you find again?" Xia Houshen asked. Ryoma showed the small notebook in his hand in front of everyone, "I wrote down everyone's scores so far in order, please take a look." Everyone looked over together, and saw the record in Longma's notebook: No. 1: Yu Chicheng's "Strange Disease Invasion" - 8.8 points; No. 2: Xu Wen's "Ghost Shadows and Suspicious Clouds" - 8.7 points; No. 3: Xia Houshen "Dream" - 8.4 points; No. 4: Lake "The Medium" - 9.0 points; No. 5: Hidden fire (no points for fouls); No. 6: Longma "The Act of the Living Dead" - 9.2 points;

No. 7: Qianqiu's "The Covenant of Hanging the Neck" - 9.1 points; No. 8: Moby Dick "Guest from the Tomb" - 9.1 points; No. 9: Beidou "The Secret of Dinong" - 9.2 points; No. 10: "Return" by Araki Boat - 9.1 points; No. 11: Sajia - 9.3 points; No. 12: Gothic No. 13: Chris No. 14: Nan Tian Qianqiu tilted his head and finished reading, and said to Ryoma: "You are really a careful person, and you have carefully recorded everyone's corresponding stories and scores. So, what's the problem?" Ryoma looked at everyone: "Have you noticed - although on the surface, everyone's scores are high and low, but the overall trend is on the rise - that is to say, the lower the person is, the higher the score is. high."

"Well, yes." Beidou squeezed his chin and said, "If you draw a curve, you will find that although the curve has ups and downs, it is generally upward." He looked at Ryoma, "But what does this mean? " "Don't you think it's strange? The order we got when we drew the small balls was random, and it shouldn't have anything to do with our strength, but judging from the current scoring situation, it seems that the people behind are stronger, so The scores are getting higher and higher.” "Well, yes..." Lake exclaimed, "If it is fair and just for everyone to join us, then this result seems to be more realistic-the people who are at the bottom of the month will be stronger!"

Ryoma looks to the crowd. "Of course it's not inevitable. I'm just offering my opinion for your reference." Ryoma said, "But if this trend continues to develop, the person who wins in the end..." Speaking of this, Te and the rest of the people couldn't help looking at number 14 - Nantian. Nan Tian noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he was stunned for a moment, and said awkwardly: "No one can predict the result, let's talk about it when the time comes." "It will be too late then." Ryoma said sternly, "If we have not found the sponsor by the 14th night, but let him (her) win——according to what he (she) said, we The rest will die!"

Ryoma's reminder made the people present shudder—indeed, there are only three days left, and if the sponsor who is among the crowd cannot be found within this last time, the consequences will be unimaginable. "What should we do if we make trouble?" Lake said in confusion, "Is there any way to expose the identity of the sponsor?" "Don't let go of all kinds of doubts." White Whale said, "Back to the question that Ryoma said just now - obviously there was indeed a problem with the matter of drawing small balls to determine the order! You must have not forgotten that the order has just been drawn. , we discovered something very weird—the time sequence in which everyone lost consciousness and was kidnapped was the same as the sequence of numbers we 'randomly' drew!"

"Actually, we have suspected for a long time that there is something wrong with the link of 'drawing small balls'. This order is not random at all, but deliberately arranged by the organizer! But how did he (she) do it?" Dark Huo said suspiciously. "Actually, it's not difficult. You just need to do some tricks to do it." Chris said, "I've thought about this a long time ago, but unfortunately I can't verify it." "Unable to verify? What do you mean?" Xia Houshen asked. Chris looked a little surprised: "Didn't you find out until now? The box for pumping small balls disappeared the day after we came in."

"Ah!" Xia Houshen was taken aback and said with shame, "Really? I didn't pay attention to this!" After hearing what Chris said, everyone remembered that the wooden box containing the balls had indeed disappeared a long time ago. Nan Tian blamed himself for being careless in his heart—how could he ignore such an important matter? "I remember that after the order was drawn, I put this box in the corner of the hall." Beidou recalled, "I didn't think about it again..." Xia Houshen glared at Chris and said, "Since you found out the box was missing the next day, why didn't you tell us?" Chris held his forehead and said, "I thought you all noticed it, but I just took it for granted, so I didn't say anything." He sighed, "Don't you think-if this box doesn't disappear, then it's What a strange thing." "How to say?" Xia Houshen asked. "When we found out that there was a problem with the order of drawing out, we realized that the boxes might have been tampered with, but we were all in panic at that time. Apart from this incident, there were many fears and doubts, so there was no People immediately proposed to check this box, but the sponsor obviously knew very well that we would discover this at some point, in order not to let his secret be exposed, he (she) found an opportunity and quietly hid this box.” "This place is only so big, where will it be hidden?" Goth asked. "The secret room." Nan Tian said, "It's very obvious, we've thought of it a long time ago, there must be a secret room in this place." "Since the organizer will hide this box, it proves that he (she) is very concerned about the secret of the box being discovered by us." Goth speculated, "Then if we find this box, can we infer that the organizer identity of?" "This is not necessarily the case. It may be just his (her) trick, and his (her) identity may not be exposed. The matter is not as simple as that." Chris said, "But there is no need to look for it, because the organizer put the box Hiding is an act, and it’s actually a cover-up, which just proves—our guess was right—that the order in which everyone tells their stories was indeed arranged from the beginning!” "Why should he (she) be able to arrange this order? What's the point?" Lake asked confused. "The specific significance is unknown, but one thing is for sure - this order arrangement is obviously beneficial to the sponsor, and can increase his (her) chance of winning!" Chris said firmly. Chris's words made everyone fall into deep thought, and Nan Tian thought to himself——Undoubtedly, it should serve such a purpose, but what number will the organizer arrange for himself?Can he (she) figure out which number has a greater winning rate?Impossible... The room was silent for a long time.Goth stood up and said, "It's my turn tomorrow night. I'm going back to my room to rest my mind and prepare my own story." Nan Tian glanced at the electronic watch, it was already half past eleven.The people in the hall began to disperse and went back to each room. He glanced at Sajia next to him and remembered the story she told tonight. He really wanted to ask her something. When everyone else was walking upstairs, Nan Tian whispered: "Shajia, can you tell me... Is the story you told tonight related to some of your personal experiences?" Sajia opened her mouth wide: "You don't really think that I was once killed by a big lizard..." "No, no, I know, that's fiction, of course, but the rest of the story... does some of the plot—does it have anything to do with your experience?" "Why do you think so?" Nan Tian said: "The part of this story that involves the heroine's emotions, you tell it with sincerity - I know you are an excellent writer, but I believe that it is difficult to tell such emotional parts without real experience. .” Sajia bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, and said vaguely: "Maybe..." After saying this, she turned around and walked upstairs with her head buried. Nan Tian couldn't see her expression, but she could infer that her words seemed to have touched a certain private place in Sajia's heart. There may also be a secret hidden in her heart.Nan Tian looked at the back of this little woman thoughtfully. On the night of the twelfth day, the mood of the crowd was obviously different from that of the past. Both the narrator and the audience showed a kind of nervousness—after today, there are only two days left, and there is still time left The last 48 hours. Goth's psychological quality is the most unflattering of all. He dropped a cup in his hand and kept drinking water before he started speaking. At seven o'clock, he went to the toilet again. When he came back Five minutes have passed. Gotth straightened the bangs on his forehead, cleared the Tibetan characters, and before the official lecture, he said a few opening remarks, "I don't know if you have read my book before, uh, but you know, I was The media called so-called 'idol writers'..." He laughed at himself, as if he could ease his nervousness: "Maybe in your eyes, I am the kind of author who relies on my face for food and only writes petty essays to fool young girls, but tonight——" He He paused intentionally, arousing enough expectations and attention from everyone, "I will use the following story to prove my strength. The story you will hear next is different from the style of my previous books. Because of this story, I don't need to According to the planning and arrangement of the publishing house, I can be completely faithful to my own ideas and interpret the four words 'suspense and thriller' in my own way." "Great, I'm looking forward to it." Sharjah had read Gothic's books before and showed great interest in his "transformation work". Gogo nodded. He seemed no longer nervous, and his mood had calmed down. "I'm starting to tell the story. The name of the story is 'Private Kitchen'."