If the statement "The rules are absolute" still holds true for this second "game", then what is written on the mask is the way to solve it. But how can this be cracked? When is the harpoon going to be fired? "Even when the clock strikes midnight, it won't stop for a moment." Could it be just a minute or so? Qi Xia turned her head to glance at the clock on the desk. It was already one fifteen now. If "one fifteen" was the time for the harpoon to be fired, then there was less than ten minutes left now. "Turning the wheel towards the direction of hometown" The hometowns of the nine people present were all different, and besides, "one hundred yards" was not a small amount. If the direction of thinking is wrong, they will easily waste these ten minutes. But in this room, apart from oneself, what else could be "turned" or moved? Qi Xia's gaze rested on the wall clock in the center of the table. He leaned forward and reached out his hand to gently stroke the clock. But to his surprise, he found that it was firmly fixed to the tabletop and couldn't budge an inch. "The clock won't move. Could it be the chair?" Qi Xia lowered her head and glanced at the chair beneath her. It was an old one, emitting a musty smell, a common chair that was simply placed on the ground without any mechanism attached to it. Since that's the case, then there's only... left. Qi Xia stretched out his hand and turned the tabletop a little. Sure enough, a faint metallic clanking sound could be heard from within the table. However, the table was very heavy. Even with considerable effort, he could only manage to rotate it by a few centimeters. "One hundred thousand yuan..." This figure is definitely not achievable by just two or three people. For the nine people present, they need to work together and coordinate their efforts to rotate the tabletop, only then can they have a chance of survival. Lin Guo quickly noticed Qi Xia's actions and thus called a halt to the others. Everyone came up to the table and looked at it. They found that the table could indeed be turned over. "Wow, you really are a charmer," said Qiao Jiajin nodding his head. "Let's rotate this table one hundred times. We should be able to open that invisible door then." Qi Xia glanced at the clock again. Although time was pressing, the problem at hand had become more straightforward now.
Turning this round table one hundred degrees towards the "home" direction is simply two options: left or right. However, since everyone's hometown is located in different directions, namely east, west, south and north respectively, how can one determine whether to turn left or right? "Qi Xia, have you known when the harpoon was fired?" Lin Ruomu asked, covering her mouth and nose. "The prompt said the time was 'unceasingly going on', so it's estimated to be at one fifteen." Qi Xia said softly. Zhao Jiajin's face changed upon hearing this: "Then there's less than ten minutes left? Let's start turning quickly." Doctor Zhao moved the corpse lying on the table to one side and slowly sat down. He tested the weight of the table with his hand and said, "But we only have one chance. If this heavy table rotates one hundred times and we go in the wrong direction, what then?" "There's still a fifty percent chance of survival!" Zhao Jiajin said anxiously. "If we don't move it, we'll surely die. If we start turning it, there's still a fifty percent chance of survival. Hurry up!" Having said that, he exerted all his strength and began to rotate the tabletop to the left. Although Qiao Jiajin looked rather thin and weak, he was extremely strong. With just one person, he managed to rotate the table by half a circle. Why are you still standing there? What are you waiting for? ! "Help me, I'm in trouble!" Qiao Jiajin shouted at everyone. The remaining people knew that what Qiao Jiajin said made sense and could do nothing but temporarily join him in supporting his cause. There is no correct answer at all now. We can only take a gamble. And Qi Xia remained motionless all along. He has no idea where the direction of his thinking lies. Left or right? Why is the key word "hometown"?... Everyone here is Chinese, so it should be "East" rather than "Oriental"? The north is above and the south below, the east to the left and the west to the right. So the answer is "right"?
What about those who live on the west side? Or perhaps each person present was from a hometown that was related to the "Zuo Zhuan" of the Spring and Autumn Period. The answer would be "Zuo"? Qi Xia closed her eyes slightly. She had intended to use the two corpses to shield herself, but if everyone else were dead, what would she do if the next game came along... It's not the time to give up on them yet. Qi Xia muttered to himself, then reached out his hand, grabbed a sheet of white paper from the rotating tabletop, picked up a pen, stood up and walked over to the side. He found an empty space and sat down, then began to scribble something with a rapid hand movement. Although the others were somewhat puzzled, they still didn't stop their movements. Up to now, they have rotated the tabletop more than ten times. "Even if it weren't for the fact that he said 'a liar' when introducing himself, I would have thought that guy was a mathematician." Qiao Jianguan said to Tian Tian beside him. Tian Tian just now felt a bit dizzy from spinning around, so she just nodded vaguely. This time, Qi Xia didn't draw the vertical lines. Instead, she merely sketched a rough outline of a country map on the paper. "Hometown..." ?" His mind was racing and suddenly he had an idea. "Wait, wait... " Qi Xia widened his eyes. "If the organizer has such great power and can find people with similar experiences from so many provinces, then is the "province" also a key point?" He turned around and looked at the people who were rotating the table, asking seriously, "Did anyone of you just lie about the 'hometown' issue?" Everyone shook their heads. After all, "hometown" involves accent and expression habits. Telling lies can easily expose one's flaws. "Very good," Qi Xia gave a slight nod. "Now, please take turns to tell me again about your hometowns." Police Officer Li spoke first, saying, "I'm from Inner Mongolia." Qi Xia reached out and drew a black dot on the map of Inner Mongolia. "I'm from Sichuan Province," said Lawyer Zhang Chenzhe coldly. "I'm from Shaanxi Province..." Tian Tian said. "Dali in Yunnan Province." Xiao Ran, the kindergarten teacher, said. "Guangdong Province." Qiao Jiajin said. "Ningxia Province." Lin Qi, the psychological counselor, said.
"I work in Jiangsu Province," said Doctor Zhao. Qi Xia marked everyone's hometowns on the map one by one, and also wrote "Shandong" on it herself. At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the writer Han Yimo. Because from the very beginning, he never mentioned his hometown. "Han Yimo, are you from Guangxi or Taiwan?" Han Yimo was stunned and asked, "How did you know?" "Time is pressing. You answer me first." "I'm from Guangxi..." Qi Xia nodded. At this point, there were only two provinces left for Han Yimo to choose from. If Guangxi Province and Taiwan Province are not the two places he mentioned, then he must have been telling a blatant lie. Fortunately, he told the truth. Qi Xia marked the last province on the map as well. At this moment, there were nine black dots on the sketch. "Sure enough, that's the case." Qi Xia whispered, "Stop right now and turn right." "Right?" Qi Xia hurriedly ran to the table, threw the white paper onto it and began to rotate the tabletop in the opposite direction. Although some of the people were puzzled, they still followed him and started to rotate as well. Doctor Zhao glanced at the map on the desk and the nine black dots. "Why is it 'right'?"