Chapter 018 Anchor Simulator

What to do? abc's brain worked quickly. He could tell that the host was not angry and his tone was quite friendly. The key point was that he knew in his heart that he had encountered a bug... This made him feel guilty.

What if the host is not satisfied with the answer and confiscates his question card?

Anonymous gestured anxiously at the side: Hurry up, the last contestant is about to arrive.

He looked back: Give me five more minutes.

With an expression that said "let me try again", Anonymous didn't know what to say, after all, it was agreed that the question cards would be given to teammates. So she handed the conversation over to ABC and turned to another battlefield.

Anonymous crouched down and came to the left side of the last contestant.

ABC, who was standing still, did not forget to provide assistance, pulling at the branches with his hands to create the illusion that someone was there.

He was absent-minded, his attention mostly focused on the conversation. "Look," he said respectfully without realizing it, as humble as he could be, and laughed off the question and said, "Isn't this just like listing questions on an exam? It doesn't matter how many answers you have, the question only counts as one."

The host was noncommittal: "So? Let me hear your other reasons."

Does this mean there is hope? ABC immediately took advantage of the situation and struck while the iron was hot. "The rules don't specify the scope of the questions, and..." His brain worked quickly and keenly grasped what the host cared about. "It can make the show more interesting."

The answer is correct.

The host let him go lightly, "You pass."

abc felt relieved, and the anonymous person who got an answer also showed a happy expression. Then, the two of them were instilled with a lot of information and their names were called one by one like a dish.

"First, you, abc, and your teammate Anonymous. There's no need to mention this." The headset picked up the sound of the host typing on the keyboard, and he said nonchalantly, "The person you ambushed is called Ren Xi. The two people who left the scene were the sniper who attacked him and 123 who schemed against him."

"Since your reasoning convinced me, I'll give you the last two sentences as additional information."

The communication was cut off, abc exhaled slowly, he looked around, the drones were hovering and buzzing above his head, the cameras on the branches turned and stared at him, everything returned to silence.

He put away his complicated emotions and went to assist Anonymous.

The last contestant, Ren Xi, was walking calmly in the woods. From the process, it seemed that her luck was neither good nor bad. She was set up by a trap and had never encountered contestants who killed each other. From all aspects, she was just an ordinary person. Even the action of cleaning the footprints was awkward like a novice.

Not many viewers paid attention to her during the live broadcast, and the dispute among the contestants had nothing to do with her. However, Ren Xi saw branches swaying in a certain direction, so she walked over carefully.

abc's red hair looks like a flamingo from a distance, just like the bad temper he shows to outsiders, whether it is carelessness or impulsiveness, it seems to be commonplace for him.

The two looked at each other, and he raised his hand and greeted her after he had sorted out his mood: "Hey, good morning."

Front left.

The anonymous person received the signal and pulled the trigger.

Anonymous was not prepared to kill her - considering that her teammates needed points and she was not paid for her work - she shot at her wrist, trying to strike a delicate balance between destroying your weapon and not endangering your life, but the bullet unexpectedly missed the target because Ren Xi subconsciously raised his hand in response: "Uh, hello?"

“…”

Both of them fell silent.

abc raised his hand to cooperate with the anonymous person next to him who had limited vision. Why are you waving your hand? Are you elementary school students making friends?

Seeing that the first shot missed, the ABC on the opposite side showed a fierce look on his face, and fired another shot. Anonymous tacitly cut off her retreat and fired several shots in a row. For a while, the sound of gunfire intertwined. Ren Xi kicked up the soil and raised the leaves, obscuring the vision of the two. She turned around and ran, rushing into the woods with her head covered like a moth that hit the window.

The two chased her for a few steps and found that she was lucky enough to run across the river. Various animals were frightened and flew away. Footprints and leaves could not be used as clues, and she had completely lost her trace.

Suddenly, Anonymous pressed the headset and tilted her head to listen. Her expression changed for a moment, and after a moment, she let go and turned her head. "The host gave me four points and asked me to keep working hard. What about you?"

ABC walked over and shook his head in annoyance: "She ran too fast, I fired one shot and missed. How many bullets do you have left?"

Anonymous estimated in her mind, "Two rounds, no problem." She put the gun back into the pocket of her jacket and urged, "Come over and fight. I hope the flesh wounds are also considered minor. Otherwise, I will have to use another bullet to pick a good position to send it to you."

"Have you always been so blunt?"

abc was speechless, but rolled up his sleeves neatly. In this world, I dare not disobey the host's orders, so I can only live by fixing bugs.

While they were fighting, they started discussing the host.

This is normal. After all, the only thing the contestants have in common, besides being very good at fighting and hard to kill, is that they have met the host.

"In fact, I replied to the email shortly after he sent out the rules." abc recalled, "You know, our reason for participating in the competition is different from others. 123 sneaked in in the middle of the night, and I asked the host if I could give up the reward in exchange for his help."

They played absent-mindedly, not daring to let the opponent win nor to kill him, and they would probably have to keep fighting until the host called a stop.

The anonymous person thought and did not forget to lift his leg and sweep, "Let me guess, the person's reply is, this will break the rules of the game?"

ABC half-jumped to avoid it, and even had the time to clap his hands excitedly and said, "That's right! Can we discuss the host in front of the whole world?"

“…”

The anonymous person paused for a few seconds, giving abc just enough time to dodge. She held down the headset and suspiciously scanned the camera and drone, staring at the two of them with a cold lens without any response.

She breathed a sigh of relief: "That person didn't object, you continue."

"You haven't started working yet, what are you afraid of?" abc, who took advantage of his teammate's distraction to hit back, felt his teeth ache. After a while, he murmured to himself, "I'm afraid too."

The two fell silent again, an awkward atmosphere lingering between them. Perhaps this program should be renamed "Teaching You to Be Quiet in One Second". However, after a few minutes, they punched each other a few times and continued chatting after they calmed down.

Anonymous quickly skipped over the previous topic and randomly picked another question: "Don't you think the question card is wasted? The host's emphasis on the escape show is obvious to all, and the level of discussion does not need to be considered. When you go out, you can easily see other people's code names, and your opponent can even know the information of other contestants through your questions."

"If you don't think it's a waste, what should I be afraid of?"

As they were talking, they became more and more absorbed in the fight. They had no time to control the strength of their hands and were pushed away by the recoil. One had a bruised face and nose, while the other had pain in the waist and abdomen. Just as they were about to rub their wounds and continue chatting, they heard the unforgettable rustling sound of electricity through the earphones.

"Anonymous, abc, add four points each."

The host said in a mechanical voice.

When there is no hope, suddenly saying "extra points" is like a poor student suddenly finding out that he has passed the exam. The audience's subconscious reaction is often not surprise, but.

"Did the host come out? Did he hear the discussion? Was he not angry?"

Anonymous let out a hissing breath and even spoke more.

The series of machine-gun-like three-question series almost stunned abc. He choked and said, "You don't have to consciously put yourself in the mindset of a working person..."

A good game was turned into a crosstalk between the two of them.

They tacitly changed the topic again, and sincerely lamented that live streaming was too troublesome and they never wanted to participate in a messy program again in their lives.