After the second game ended, the scene changed again, and this time the game participants appeared in a small wooden house.
There are three tables in the cabin, and on each table is a bundle of small wooden sticks that are slightly thinner than chopsticks.
The clown smiled and said: "I had a lot of fun playing the last game, so I specially selected a relatively low-difficulty game for you. But before the game starts, you must be divided into three groups, with at least three people in each group."
Regarding the grouping, Mo Shouchen was a little hesitant because he was worried that there would be competition in the same group in this game, and he did not want to become rivals with Wang Guoqiang and Jiao Ningmeng.
However, Jiao Ningmeng put forward a different view. She felt that the mutual trust between the three of them was obvious to all and was also the biggest threat to other participants.
So once three people are assigned to different groups, they will easily be targeted by the other two people in the group, which is actually more dangerous.
Wang Guoqiang also agreed with Jiao Ningmeng's statement. He said that it would be better to die in the hands of one of his own people than to die in the hands of others.
Although the words didn't sound very nice, they were rough and rational, so Mo Shouchen finally agreed that the three of them would be in a group.
Because there are still 10 people left and a group needs 4 people, Cui Tianen also wants to join Mo Shouchen's group.
Mo Shouchen felt that Cui Tianen's performance in the first two rounds of the game was remarkable and his character was not problematic, so he agreed to let him join.
After being divided into groups, the clown announced that the third game was "picking sticks".
Hearing that it was this game, Mo Shouchen immediately frowned.
Picking sticks means scattering a handful of small sticks on the table, and then picking up the sticks one by one, but only one stick is allowed to be touched during the picking process.
If you accidentally touch other thin sticks while picking up, you will be eliminated.
Mo Shouchen played this game when he was a child, but he was the first to be eliminated every time, so he had no confidence in this game.
It seemed that he was not good at this game. Jiao Ningmeng smiled and said to him: "Don't worry, picking sticks was my favorite game when I was a child. I have never lost in this game. Just pick it up after me."
Already."
After the clown introduced the rules of the game, he announced the start of the game. The thin sticks on each table seemed to be alive, first standing on the table and then falling down.
Looking at the messy thin sticks scattered together, Mo Shouchen felt so confused that he had no idea what to do.
"I'll go first!"
Jiao Ningmeng volunteered. She first observed the layout of the thin sticks, then stretched out two slender fingers to pinch one of the thin sticks, and then pulled it out gently.
At this time, Mo Shouchen looked at the pile of thin sticks again, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Because after Jiao Ningmeng finished drawing, one of the thin sticks became particularly easy to pick up, so even if you are not good at this game, it is not difficult to pick it up.
Mo Shouchen held his breath and tried his best to control his hands that were shaking due to nervousness. He slowly stretched out his fingers, then carefully pinched the thin stick, and then gently picked it up.
Success!
There was a burst of ecstasy in his heart. Fortunately, Jiao Ningmeng, a master of the game, was here, otherwise he would have been dead in this round of the game.
Moreover, Jiao Ningmeng can not only help Mo Shouchen, but also reduce the difficulty for Wang Guoqiang and Cui Tianen behind.
Under her leadership, their group quickly completed the game without anyone being eliminated.
However, the other two groups did not have such good luck. Someone in each of these two groups made a mistake.
After accidentally touching other thin sticks, the accidentally touched thin stick will suddenly fly up and then plunge into the head of the person who made the mistake. The scene is very scary.
In the last two groups, one person died each. From the beginning to the present, there are only eight people left in the game, namely Mo Shouchen, Wang Guoqiang, Jiao Ningmeng, Chen Ying, Jiang Haishan, Cui Tianen, Wu Jiaqing, and the first one
The newcomer Deng Mingxuan was almost frightened in the game.
"Only two people died, so I would say this round of the game is relatively easy, but the next one is the last game. I hope you are mentally prepared. This game is definitely more difficult than all the previous games!"
More difficult than all previous games?!
This is not good news for the remaining eight people.
Perhaps because of the last game, the clown announced that he could rest for an hour and also provided sumptuous food.
But when they saw the food on the table, everyone felt like it was a meal before execution, and no one had any appetite.
An hour passed quickly, and this time the scene changed into a cemetery, surrounded by tombstones. If you look carefully, you can see that the photos on the tombstones are of the deceased participants in this script.
Among these tombstones, there are eight without names or photos. It seems that they should be prepared for the eight living people.
Late at night, in a hotel.
【Help!】
Mo Shouchen was awakened by the vibrating cell phone. He picked it up and saw that it was a distress message sent by Liu Lei.
He suddenly lost all sleepiness, and quickly replied to a WeChat message, asking: "Where are you?"
"When... when... when..."
Just after sending the WeChat message, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Oddly enough, the knocking sounds were so regular, like a pendulum, with almost the same interval every time. The knocks were very annoying.
"Who?"
"It's me, Liu Lei!"
Mo Shouchen was stunned. Didn't Liu Lei just ask him for help on WeChat? How could he knock on the door outside?
Could it be that the WeChat message asking for help just now was just a prank?
He got out of bed and was about to open the door, but as soon as he reached the door, the phone in his hand vibrated again. He picked it up and saw that it was a voice message from Liu Lei.
What's going on with Liu Lei? He's clearly at the door. Why are you still sending WeChat messages? Are you full?
While Mo Shouchen was complaining, he confirmed through the peephole that it was indeed Liu Lei standing outside.
He opened the door, and Liu Lei walked into the room with his head lowered without saying a word, and then fell down on his bed.
