If the phrase "rules are absolute" still applies to this second "game," then what is written on the mask is the solution.

But how do you crack it?

When is the harpoon going to fire?

"The clock never stops"...

Is it a quarter past one?

Qixia turned to look at the clock on the table, it was already one and a half minutes, if "one and a quarter" is the time of the harpoon launch, then there were only ten minutes left.

"Turn a hundred times in the direction of home"...

The hometowns of the nine people present are different, and "100 laps" is not a small number.

If they think in the wrong direction, they will easily waste the ten minutes.

But in this room, besides oneself, what else can "rotate"?

Qixia's eyes rested on the clock in the center of the table.

He leaned out, reached out and gently stroked the clock, but found that it was firmly fixed on the table, unable to move a cent.

"The clock won't move. Is it a chair?"

Qixia looked down at the chair under him, which was an old, ordinary chair with a musty smell, and it was placed on the ground casually, without any organs.

In that case, all that remains is...

Qixia reached out and turned the table, and sure enough, there was a faint chain sound from inside the table.

But the table was heavy, and he could only turn it a few centimeters with great effort.

"A hundred laps..."

This number is definitely not only by two or three people can complete, the nine people present need to work together to turn the table, in order to have a chance of survival.

Cystoids keenly caught Qixia's action, then shouted to stop the crowd.

Everyone went to the table to look at it, and found that the table could turn.

"Good for you, liar." Qiao Jia Jin nodded and said, "Let's turn this table a hundred times, should be able to open the invisible door."

Qixia looked at the clock again, and though time was pressing, the question now became purer.

Turn the round table a hundred times in the direction of "home" and there are only two answers.

To the left or the right.

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But the hometown of the people are seated in all directions, how can you determine left or right?

"Chia, do you already know when the harpoons are launched?" Ngo asked, clutching her mouth and nose.

"The sign says the time is" non-stop "and that it will be at 1:15." Qixia said softly.

Qiao Jiajin after listening to a change of face: "That is not left less than ten minutes?" Let's start spinning quickly."

Dr. Zhao moved the body lying on the table to one side, sat down slowly, reached out to test the weight of the table, and said: "But we only have one chance, such a heavy table turned a hundred times, what if the wrong direction?"

"That's a fifty percent chance of survival!" Qiao Jiajin said in a hurry, "If you don't move how are dead, turn up then there are 50 hope to live, seize the time!"

Then, with all his strength, he began to turn the table to the left.

Although Qiao Jia Jin looks thin, but his strength is very large, only one person will turn the table half a circle.

"What are you still doing? ! I lost, help ah!" Qiaojia strength roared to everyone.

The rest of the people know Qiao Jia strength said is reasonable, can only help him turn together for a while.

Now there is no right answer, but a gamble.

But Qixia never moved.

He didn't know where to think.

Left or right?

Why is the key word "hometown"?

Everyone is Chinese, so it's "Oriental"?

Up north down south, left west right east, the answer is "right"?

What about the people who live in the west?

Or is the hometown of everyone present related to the "Zuo Zhuan" of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the answer is "Zuo"?

Qixia's eyes were slightly closed, and she wanted to shield herself with two corpses, but what if everyone else died and the next game came?

"Now is not the time to give up on them."

Qixia whispered, and then reached out, grabbed a piece of white paper from the rotating table, picked up the pen, stood up and walked to the side, he found an open space to sit down, began to "brush" to write something.

Although the crowd is a little puzzled, but the hand action is still not stopped, so far has turned the table more than a dozen circles.

"If he hadn't introduced himself as a liar, I'd have thought the guy was a mathematician." Qiaojia strength to the side of the sweet said.

Sweet just spin a little dizzy, can only perfunctory nodded.

This time, Qixia did not list vertical forms, but drew a general map of the country on paper.

"My hometown... ?"

His mind was racing and something suddenly occurred to him.

"Wait, wait..." Qi Xia widened his eyes, "If the magic of the" host "is so vast, you can find people with similar experiences from so many provinces, then" province "is also a key point?"

He turned around, looked at the people who were rotating the table, and asked seriously, "Did any of you just lie about your hometown?"

Everyone shook their heads.

After all, "hometown" involves accent and expression habits, and lies are easy to reveal.

"Very good." Qixia nodded slightly, "Now please take turns to tell me your hometown again."

Officer Li was the first to say, "I'm from Inner Mongolia."

Qi Xia reached out and drew a black dot on the location of Inner Mongolia.

"I'm from Sichuan." Lawyer Zhang Chenze said coldly.

"I'm in Shaanxi..." "Said Sweet.

"Dali, Yunnan Province." Kindergarten teacher Xiao Ran said.

"Guangdong." Qiao Jiajin said.

"People from Ningxia." Ngo Shi, the psychologist.

"I work in Jiangsu." "Said Doctor Zhao.

Qi Xia marked their hometown on the map one by one, and wrote his own "Shandong".

At the moment, all eyes are on the writer Han Yimo, because he never mentioned his hometown from the beginning.

"Han Yimo, are you from Guangxi or Taiwan?"

Han Yimo froze and asked, "How do you know?"

"Time is of the essence. Answer me first."

"I'm from Guangxi..."

Qixia nodded, at this time left Han Yimo only two provinces.

Guangxi Province and Taiwan Province.

If his answer is not one of these two, he is telling a big lie.

Fortunately, he told the truth.

Qixia also marked the last province on the map, and now there are nine black dots on the sketch.

"Sure enough."

Qixia whispered, "Stop and turn right."

"Right?"

Qixia ran quickly to the table, threw the white paper on the table, and began to turn the table in the opposite direction.

The crowd, although somewhat puzzled, also followed him.

Doctor Zhao looked at the map and the nine black dots on the table.

"Why 'right'?"