Chapter 62
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The answer to the multiple choice question was also shocking.
Lisa stared at Shen Dongqing in a daze, unable to utter a word for a long time.
In the end, she said in a trembling voice, "What are you talking about?"
Shen Dongqing asked impatiently, "Which one of you is dead?"
Lisa said, "No, no one is dead."
Zhou Wenyan asked, "How many days has it been since the plane crashed?"
Lisa's eyes flashed with an imperceptible fear. She said carefully, "The twelfth day. We've been here for twelve days."
When the other players heard this, they immediately reacted.
They had almost been tricked by the game.
According to the rules of the game, if they really had fifteen days, they definitely wouldn't reveal their ferocity on the first day. Instead, they would slowly give clues and let the players solve the puzzle.
But the problem was that they didn't have fifteen days. Otherwise, they would fall directly into the game's trap.
The players thought that they were safe, but in fact, they were surrounded by danger.
The cold wind blew and the merchant shivered.
In fact, they only had three days.
Zhou Wenyan's voice sounded. "Are you guys hungry?"
The merchant replied instinctively, "Yes, I'm starving to death."
The others echoed.
In fact, this was a cycle.
The players couldn't find the dead in three days and start everything from the beginning. Without any supplies, the players might not fall for the NPC's trick the first time, but the second time, the third time … there would always be a time when they would drink the soup given by the NPC and walk toward death.
When Lisa heard the word "hungry," her expression gradually changed. She said in a daze, "Hungry, hungry … There's not enough food. We can only do this. Otherwise, I'll be the one to die …"
The online celebrity suddenly reacted. She covered her mouth and said, "Soup, what is the soup made of?"
Except for the ghosts, everything in the game was logical. Ordinary people couldn't survive twelve days in the snow without eating or drinking. Plus, Lisa said that they didn't have enough food. Then what was cooking in the pot?
Lisa giggled. "It's Borg in the pot."
Borg, who had been quiet, suddenly struggled. "Nonsense, it's obviously Leo. His meat is so tough. I can't bite it …"
Leo retorted, "It's clearly Lisa in the pot. Her meat is all fat, soft and fragrant."
The three NPCs began to fight amongst themselves, causing the players to shudder in fear.
There was human flesh in the soup.
When they thought of this answer, they all looked nauseous and wanted to spit out the soup. But so much time had passed, and the soup had long been digested. He couldn't spit it out no matter how hard he tried.
The merchant grabbed the collar of Leo, who was closest to him. His eyes were red. "Who did you kill?!"
Now, he couldn't care less about offending NPCs.
Leo said impatiently, "I already said it was Lisa. Didn't you all drink the soup?"
The merchant pointed at Lisa who was sitting there and said, "You killed her. Why is she still sitting here?"
This question seemed to be beyond the scope of Leo's understanding, and he directly crashed.
It was Borg who said, "This is an illusion. You're all illusions."
The merchant let go of his hand weakly. "What should we do now?"
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