At the same time, Armin and his group also took action.
"That's where I deliver mail, telephone booth uncle."
The Korean player said this with some trepidation and fear.
Right in front of us, there stands a lonely old red telephone booth. It is so quiet that it makes people feel a little depressed.
"There is only one telephone booth. Where is the owner of the letter?"
The people of the world looked at this scene, confused.
All they could feel was that strange atmosphere, infecting them through the light curtain.
"Okay, don't worry, everyone. There will be no problems in our country. With Dr. Armin leading the team, the mission will be accomplished."
"Yes, Dr. Armin, the hope of our great kimchi country rests on you!"
The people of Kimchi Country are a little nervous, but generally speaking they still trust.
After all, we can only place the country's hopes on others.
As for the advent of strange stories…
If it really doesn’t work... just immigrate directly. As long as there is kimchi to eat, there is no place that is not the land of kimchi!
"Park Jung-hyun, go ahead."
Armin said calmly, staring at the red telephone booth with his light blue pupils.
"ah?"
"Shouldn't you help me deliver it?"
The Korean players were obviously stunned, and seemed a little confused.
Renault on the side was both angry and amused.
"I'll help you deliver the letter, but I didn't say I'll deliver it to you on your behalf."
"Besides, in your task list, you are not allowed to have others deliver for you."
Renault had seen through this a long time ago, but he agreed with it because it was necessary.
Moreover, Armin, as our brain, cannot afford to get into trouble.
So as long as he is not involved, Renault will firmly stand on Armin's side.
Players from other countries mostly took a wait-and-see attitude. Some made jokes, some expressed pity, but generally speaking, no one spoke out.
In other words, everyone maintained a silent understanding.
The first one to deliver the letter will bring you valuable experience.
The Korean player's face turned red. He looked at the people in front of him and was shaking with anger. He asked angrily:
"Why did you gather us together if we were to deliver it ourselves?"
When players from various countries heard this, they all had their own thoughts in their eyes.
Looking at Armin's back, I am no longer so blind.
"Park Jung-hyun, calm down."
Armin turned his gaze away from the telephone booth and said in a cold voice.
"I brought everyone together precisely to better respond to emergencies."
"I never said I could get you out of here 100%. What I said all along was accurate. Our chance of survival is 76.33%."
"Nothing is absolute. Only with sufficient intelligence can we achieve the best results."
"Insufficient information only brings a vague future."
"Park Jung-hyun, it's time for you to deliver the letter."
As Armin finished speaking, Raynor took a step forward with a bad look on his face, and along with the other players from various countries, they also tacitly moved forward to surround the Korean player.
Armin is right, someone has to try and fail.
Compared to people like us, who are going to die like headless flies, it is better to let one person make a sacrifice in exchange for the improvement of everyone's survival rate.
The Korean player's face turned pale in an instant, and he could only point at these people with trembling hands, and fell to the ground while retreating.
"Park Jung-hyun, go ahead. If anything happens to you, you are a Korean player and we will take care of you."
Armin's light blue eyes looked at 놛 quietly.
Each of those words seemed to strike at my heart, constantly forcing me to deliver the letter...
Park Jung-hyun...it's time for you to deliver the letter!
The kimchi people in the world also fell silent.
Everyone was angry at the beginning, but suddenly became silent.
"Otherwise, let's let you try and make mistakes. At least we, the players, can be taken care of."
"Well... Park Jung-hyun, Korea will remember your efforts, go now."
"Delivering the letter won't necessarily lead to any trouble. Isn't the country next door to Yonggu fine? Go quickly, Park Jung-hyun."
Although the words of the 늌 world cannot be transmitted to the world of monsters.
But Park Jung-hyun understood after listening to Armin's words.
I can only deliver the letter...
If I don't send it, these people in front of me will not let it go.
If you don't send it, the people of Kimchi Country will not let 놛's family go.
놛 wants to resist, but if she does so, the Korean nation will only disappear faster.
The rules of the monster story clearly state that after the player dies, there will be another player.
놛's life has long been out of 놛's control.
The Korean player choked up, but laughed while choking.
He stumbled to his feet, took out the letter to the telephone booth, and walked towards the old red telephone booth.
Armin looked at this scene with a gradually serious expression, his light blue pupils flashing wildly, as if he was calculating something.
Players from all over the world were also very nervous at this moment. After all, they had never come into direct contact with the weird.
No one knows what will happen after this letter is sent.
Park Jung-hyun was crying and laughing, as if he didn't care about anything anymore. He just opened the door of the phone booth and threw the letter in.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the letter until it landed in the telephone booth.
…
Nothing happened...
One more minute...
Nothing happened...
Renault frowned as he watched this scene.
Is this... the end?
But where is the uncle who receives the letter?
The Korean players were also somewhat dazed, as if they realized that they had completed a mission of delivering trust, and they also realized that they did not have to die.
The thought of survival is a frantic reminder to go!
The Korean players realized it later and quickly took their hands off the phone booth and left immediately.
But at the moment when 놛's hand loosened, a weird phone ringtone suddenly rang.
“Ding…Ding…Ding”
Just like a cassette radio, thinking one by one.
In that old telephone booth, a blurry figure of an old man appeared at some point, his pale hand holding the ringing phone...
“Go!”
Armin's expression changed, and his light blue pupils suddenly shrank.
When the crowd heard this, they did not dare to delay and fled in all directions.
The Korean player's eyes widened, his body seemed to be out of control, he couldn't even move, he could only watch the uncle holding the phone and answer it.
The moment it picked up the phone, the Korean player instantly fell to the ground, like a cold sculpture...
From that old phone came an extremely terrified voice...
"Help!"
[Kimchi country player, Park Jung-hyun, is dead]
【A strange story is coming. 】
As the laughter of the monster will rang out, countless souls were trapped in the phone in Kimchi Country all of a sudden!
And all of this stems from the death of Park Jung-hyun...
"Interestingly weird."
Hua Wujue, who got an old bicycle from somewhere, happened to pass by here. He took a look at the body of the Korean player with interest and then left.
The next stop was the home of Grandma Li, who loved to look at the sky.