Chapter 31: Burning examination room

The experience of the last game told them that the small questions drawn in the exam do not have to be completed one by one.
Non-critical ones can be skipped, as long as the candidate can bear the consequences of not writing the answer, such as no points to step on when rewinding.
There are three ways to end an exam: one is called the annihilation of the entire army, the other is called time, and the other is to answer key questions in advance.
The key question for Hunter's Armor is finding that set of utensils.
The key question here is this reading-send those dolls and find your way home.
Prior to this, Yu Wen thought they would take a long time to give a baby.
Just as Zhao Wentu wrote in his answer diary, everyone got together and guessed for some of the dolls to find the owner. Complete a part every day and carefully end to the end.
I never expected that the thighs of gold would be too slow, so I wanted to finish it overnight.
18 households, one night?
What a joke ...
It's not that they don't believe in confusing, they are really completely bottomless.
When we returned to the hut, the night was extremely deep.
The confusion room kept the appearance of everyone leaving, but the water on the coffee table had been soaked, and the edges of the dry bread were white, making it more unpalatable. Only the fire was burning.
Youxue turned around the sofa and suddenly asked, "What about the bag?"
"Bag? What bag?"
The crowd did not respond.
Wandering was trying to say "fitted with a doll," and Qin Chen raised his chin by the side of the furnace.
Everyone followed.
On the knitted rug next to the fire, a grey cloth bag fell to the ground, and one of the dolls fell directly out of the cloth bag and landed next to the fire.
As long as the fire tongue beats a little more, you can burn it.
"How come here ?!" Yu Wen hurried over and picked up the bag and doll.
Confused pointed to the sofa and said, "Where was it before? Who has touched it?"
Everyone looked at each other and couldn't answer.
Old Yu said: "I found you in the coffin, we rushed out after we copied the rope. Maybe I was in a hurry. Someone put it wrong?
But they recalled it carefully, and they were sure they didn't touch.
Could it be that ... they do it by themselves?
Imagine that the picture was a bit weird, and everyone didn't dare to think about it.
Yu Wen muttered, "If we burn a mismatch, we will be miserable."
He pinched the doll on one leg: "Nearly, look, there is a focal spot here."
"And the clothes here and here--" Yu Wen flipped the doll.
Perplexing interrupted him: "There were two before."
Yu Wenyi said: "Ah?"
This doll was one of the last four added by the black woman, and Yuguo noticed that there were traces of fire on her body.
"So it was almost burned before?" Yu Wen said with a doll. "How hard is it to have so many disasters? How hard is it to be a disaster? Who has been burned in the village?"
Yu Yao said, "Zhao Wentu."
The crowd froze and looked at her with confusion.
Yu Yao was uncomfortable: "Uh ... it's a villager."
She was embarrassed to call others "crazy" and blushed and said, "Maybe I have a little cleanliness, and I always notice that other people's clothes are not clean. He has a lot of ashes on his sleeves and the sides of his clothes, and his back is also burnt Blob. It doesn't have to be burned, I just think ... maybe. "
She didn't hold her breath after speaking, and sat there with her head red.
"That makes sense!" Yu Wen looked at the doll and said, "If there are such traces, it should be him!"
Confused "um".
He nodded, everyone was relieved instantly.
This scene is like Xue Zha pulling Xue Ba to answer the question. I accidentally get right because I am stable.
Zhao Wentu wrote in the diary that they felt that the doll was a bit like Villager Jia before giving it to each other.
So the key to giving gifts is to find the similarities between dolls and villagers. A doll represents a villager.
"Suddenly I feel like I'm playing a game ..." Yu Wen held a bag of dolls in his left hand and shook one of them with his right hand, saying, "Guess who I am?"
"Guess then." Old Yu pointed at him: "You let me down and don't blame me!"
The dolls were lined up, and everyone sat around the sofa.
Staring at each other for a minute, they collapsed.
Guess what!
Except that Zhao Wentu's doll has been burned, there are obvious differences. Other dolls have no characteristics at all, the difference can be ignored, the commonality is obvious: all are ugly.
If you sew a few threads on the cloth, you dare to say it's eyes and nose, and a piece of cloth is clothes.
Hold this and say "This represents you" to the villagers. Who is this to be mad at?
"Are there any birthmarks?" Chen Bin raised his hand and asked embarrassingly: "Can the clothes ... be taken off?"
"How can you fight back if you take it off?" Old Yu looked sad. "But there is a problem. Even if you find a birthmark under your clothes, can you go and pick up the villagers?"
Chen Bin: "..."
Although the words are rough, it makes sense.
What's more, there are so many villagers who are locked in the house all day and never come out.
Zhao Wentu said that only by knocking on the door of their room three times and saying "give you a gift" will the villagers come to open the door.
Once the door is opened, candidates must send the correct doll before they return to the house, and they must not make mistakes.
Everyone looked at the doll silently, and once again fell into the ultimate problem of the examination room-
What should we do on this horse?
"What time is it?" Suddenly suddenly said.
Everyone looked at him together, and at the same time looked at Qin Chen.
Qin Chen pulled out his mobile phone: "At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, let's count it tonight before rewinding, with five and a half hours left."
Bewildered: "Enough."
Qin Chen: "Are you sure?"
Yougu took a sip of water, moaned in his throat, and swept the doll into a cloth bag.
He stood in the room and swept around, reaching out his fingers for a few things: "Rope, knife, cloth strips, take whatever you have with you."
"Oh."
Everyone followed suit.
They took everything and walked to the door with confusion before they suddenly threatened: "What are you doing?"
Perplexed, "Robbery."
Everyone: "?????"
Qin Chen suddenly laughed in a deep voice.
A low voice sounded nearby, and it was easy to make people uncomfortable.
"Go and laugh next to you." Youcha stretched her face a little to the beginning and said to the others, "Don't stop, can't you walk?"
Everyone: "... walk around."
Soon, they stood in front of a hut.
The sign on the door reads: No. 4 Chasu Village.
Tuk Tuk Tuk.
Confusion knocked on the door in front of him: "Give you a gift."
Everyone held their breath and waited for a while, the door really rustled.
This should be the sound of footsteps, but it sounded like the cloth was rubbing against the floor.
Everyone remembered what was said in Zhao Wentu's diary. He said that he had hands and feet, but was soft to the touch, like cotton wool ...
It's scary and a little sad.
With a squeak, the door opened.
Zhao Wentu leaned out his head, his face was vicissitudes, his expression was numb, and the mixed white hair between the two hairs was dim under the moonlight.
His black eyes stared unconsciously, asking slowly, "What gift?"
Youzuo took out the waterproof bag and the fired doll, and said, "A diary, and another doll on your behalf, is called Zhao Wentu."
Moonlight pulled the shadow for a long time and caged it in Zhao Wentu's face.
He stood in the light and shadow for a long time, and his eyes finally revealed the light of the end of a star.
"Zhao ... Wen ... Tu ..." He looked at the humble doll and repeated the name slowly, because he hadn't said it for a long time, and his pronunciation was a bit rusty.
"Zhao Wentu ..." He read it again.
...
He stood there, muttering more than ten times, and suddenly he laughed and leaned forward.
"Don't you be crazy again?" Old Yu said worriedly.
Zhao Wentu did not hear.
He laughed for a long time, then started crying again, then grabbed two gifts, slammed into the woods and rushed into the woods, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Is that ... liberation? Where is he going?"
"I don't know." Wandering just as if he didn't care about the result at all, he just left.
In an instant, they stood in front of another house.
This time it was No. 1 Chasu Village, the house of Villager A.
The faces were stunned, and they stopped talking.
This villager has never seen him before, let alone paired with a doll. How can I send it?
Pass the cloth bag and say you want to smoke?
It was about to retreat, and confusion had knocked on the door.
"Open the door and send a gift."
"..."
OK, I ca n’t return it.
Everyone looked numbly as the door opened, and the strange villager asked: "What gift?"
Wandering up is a hemp rope, which is wrapped around the other person's neck, and three turns and two turns to tie a strong person.
Villager A: "?????"
The crowd collapsed on the spot: it was really a robbery ...
The bewitching rope was drawn, and the other end was put into Wen's hand: "Don't loose it, I'm lost looking for you."
Yu Wen was struggling with a rope against her face and was at a loss.
When everyone came back to God, Yuzha had stood in front of Villager B.
They watched the big man raise his evil hand and said, "Open the door and give a gift."
Then, there was another person older than Yu.
...
Half an hour.
In just half an hour, they ransacked the village.
There were 19 people in 18 houses, except Zhao Wentu, who was crazy, all tied to their hands, including the village chief and his old mother.
This is the most outrageous greeting ever received by all villagers in Chasu Village.
They found a clearing by the river and gathered the villagers together as perplexedly.
"What then?" Old Yu asked.
I saw Youyou took out the cloth bag, poured out all the dolls, and then pushed the big puppet to the people in the village: "We have brought the gift of the black wife."
Villagers: "…………………………"
"Is this all right?"
Older than their eyes were glared, but then they thought: yes, the title did not say that they must be sent separately.
There was silence by the river.
Then the whole village people went crazy on the spot.
A dozen dolls are like a dozen hands, suddenly tearing off the illusion of peace.
The villagers screamed and struggled, and their strength suddenly increased when they lost their senses.
They broke the rope and rushed forward, attacking everyone in sight.
This crazy method is completely different from Zhao Wentu. Everyone unexpectedly couldn't resist it.
Although they brought a knife, that was a threat. Under the premise that the villagers are candidates, no one succeeds.
Between the fights, there was a sudden movement in the forest.
The crawling sounds came from all directions.
Looking back, Hitomi shrinks suddenly.
The ghost hands that came out this time were not one or two, or a dozen ...
Everyone who had been buried in the six-foot loess in the woods wilderness, all the limbs and trunks that had been chopped off in this examination in the past, all came out.
This movement is not too much to say that it is a subversion test room.
The screams rang, and everyone drew towards each other, rushing to their feet under the chase of ghosts.
"Take them into the woods!" Youcha said.
"Still going into the woods? Why? !!!"
Asked why, the crowd still circled, the fastest speed and highest physical fitness in this life were forced out here,
The cold touch of the bone-knife stretched out from the back countless times, rubbing against the skin and scalp.
This "almost" threat is more terrifying than anything.
Soon, the crowd was scattered by the tide-like stump.
Wandering across the crossbow's trunk, his gaze swept over the surrounding trees, quickly calculating the density.
Since Zhao Wentu ran into the forest, he has been thinking about one thing: what is liberation here?
According to the diary, the delivery of the doll is liberation.
But that was Zhao Wentu's understanding. At that time, as a candidate, he saw only part of it. He saw that he had given a doll to the villager Jia, and the next day he saw that Jia was gone, so he connected the two as a cause and effect.
It now appears that a key link is obviously missing.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be chased down like this.
There must be something to do to quell the resentment of these stump limbs, and to give those candidates a complete rest.
Confusion has been thinking about this question.
Then he thought of the doll that had been burned by fire.
Whether it's a baby or Zhao Wentu, why are there burn marks over and over ...
Why do the villagers say that the habit of Chasu Village is burial, not cremation ...
There is only one reason to think--
The burial will imprison them here, and cremation is the real rest.
Confused to pinpoint a place where it is easy to ignite, my heart said that's it. I brought those arms and thighs and burned a nest here.
Immediately, he stepped out, took out a lighter, and set it on the tree. As a result, his hand reached into his pocket and his eyebrow jumped.
Gone.
The pockets are empty.
Bewildered: "..."
It must have been lost before ...
But sometimes a one-second pause can be terrible.
It was just a step, countless horrible ghosts had been blocked, and a circle of encirclement had been formed.
The most terrible thing is the drowsy fog
...
When the stump sprang up suddenly, he bewildered his fingers against the trunk and quickly wrote a few strokes.
Fast enough to even think about it.
When he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to write 001, a sudden burst of fire broke out in Feipu's stump.
It was like throwing a Mars into the hot oil, and the fire rushed around the moment it landed.
The trees here are tangled up and burn more easily than in reality.
In an instant, the endless deep forest was burned into flames.
Countless pale limbs branched out from the tongue of fire, and fell silently into scorched mud.
Wandering narrowed his eyes in the firelight, the light-colored eyes were plated with a bright color. His gaze crossed the high tongue of flames and fell farther away.
There, the proctor 001 threw the empty oil barrel into the fire.
The flames suddenly flared, and he strode under the light, and there was a sense of arrogance in the smile on the corner of his mouth.
The entire examination room was burned under his hands, and all the walking dead walking in the loop did not enter the sea of ​​fire.
Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil.
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