I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 899 - : Chinese Room 7
Chapter 899 -899: Chinese Room 7
“…Should I choose D?” he looked at the doorknob in his hand.
Just a gentle twist, and the answer would be revealed.
B, or D?
He gripped the doorknob, his palm already drenched in sweat.
In the last round, his teammate had died for choosing B, so this time, he really didn’t want to choose B again…
Choose D, no more hesitation, open that door! Even if you’re eliminated, it’s not a loss! As long as you keep the King advancing, they’re still the winners!
With a pep talk in his mind and force in his hand, he opened the door that was answer D——
A wave of bright red blocked his vision.
He looked down in confusion, only to see more blood spurting out; then the world spun, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.
…
Silence surrounded them.
No one spoke.
Bai Youwei covered her nose; the smell of blood was too strong…
“Ah oh~” The Clown, riding a unicycle, circled round to the body, the wheel squeaking, “What a pity! Another two have been eliminated, is there no one who can choose correctly?”
Of the five who went in, two had already died, leaving three chances to ask questions.
The atmosphere was deathly.
It was thought that there would be another long silence with no one asking, but to everyone’s surprise, the young man next to Hans spoke up, “I’ll go this time.”
Bai Youwei looked at him with a hint of surprise.
Hans was also shocked, “Morin, are you sure?”
“Yes.” The man whom Hans had once praised as the bravest nodded slightly, his face grave as he looked toward the doors, “I’ve decided what to ask.”
Hans asked him, “What are you going to ask?”
Morin pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, then replied, “You’ll know when I ask.”
With that, he did not hesitate any longer, and went straight to the computer.
The Clown craned his neck curiously.
Morin typed his question into the computer:
[What fruit does Morin like to eat?]
Hans’s face turned ashen, “Morin?! You’re asking this kind of question! Are you trying to get us all killed?! What are you thinking?!”
“What am I thinking?… Hans, of course, I’m doing it to keep your chance of advancing.” Morin explained in a low voice with a somber look, “Dim and Brail are still inside. If it’s Brail, he must know what fruit I like to eat…”
“But what if it’s not Brail? What if it’s Dim?!” Hans yelled out of control, “You’ll indirectly be killing Dim!”
Morin’s tone was very calm, “Our deaths are not in vain. If Dim is the one who dies, then the next one will likely be Brail. Hans, then you just need to ask something related to Brail, and you can surely advance.”
Hans stopped in his tracks, staring at him.
As the two conversed, two minutes quickly went by.
Two answers appeared on the five doors again:
[A: An apple a day keeps the Doctor away.]
[B: Oranges and bananas are nice, can’t remember which one I like the most.]
[C: Morin loves mangoes, but he’s allergic so he can’t eat a lot.]
[D: Morin likes strawberries, nobody dislikes strawberries!]
[E: Not sure, maybe it’s cantaloupe.]
Morin’s eyes reddened instantly.
“Choose C!” He strode quickly to the door, almost without hesitation, yanked it open, “Brail!”
He was so lucky! As the door opened, the man inside was indeed Brail!
Morin embraced him excitedly?
Hans let out a long sigh of relief and went over to pat their backs, “It’s all good now… Just one more question from me, and the game in A War Zone can end.”
“Dim is still inside, what do you plan to ask?” Morin inquired.
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Hans fell silent for a while, then calmly looked over at Bai Youwei, “Let her ask first.”
