Yuan Qingli didn't continue; recounting this experience again would be irresponsible.
Bo Zijin recalled briefly and continued, "Rule number three: the aerial acrobatics event is not on the performance program."
"Nothing?" Huang He wondered if he had missed something in the performance he watched last night.
Xiao Lan asked in confusion, "But we clearly saw that the last program last night was the trapeze act. Could it have been added at the last minute? It was quite exciting."
Yuan Qingli spoke up to explain the program they saw on the way, as well as the rehearsals for the aerial acrobatics project.
"I see." Xiao Lan realized. "Also, the reason I said we couldn't miss the performance was because there would be unforeseen consequences. Yuan Qingli, didn't you go to the performance yesterday...?"
"Yes." Yuan Qingli still felt a little palpitations when she mentioned what happened last night. "I felt unwell, in extreme pain, and wished someone would just kill me with one blow."
Xiao Lan gave an awkward laugh, "Huh? Haha, there's no need to exaggerate like that."
Huang He's eyes were deep as he looked at Yuan Qingli's face.
"So how did you handle it afterwards?"
As for how it was handled, the process was so long and tedious, it was like a stinky, drawn-out rag, that she was too lazy to explain and just picked out the key points.
"So, rule number four is... if you feel unwell in any situation, please go to the front desk of the theater's service hall and ask the staff member in the red clown costume for help. However, they will disguise themselves in various colors, and if you're lucky, you'll encounter red."
Upon hearing this, Huang and Xiao seemed to be deep in thought.
Bo Zijin pondered for a moment: "We've shared enough clues, it's your turn."
He acknowledged that the five of them did indeed share the same goal and should work towards it, sharing clues without reservation.
But this is the same principle as negotiating and signing contracts in the business world.
One must have one's own trump cards.
Don't be like a loudspeaker, telling everyone everything, big or small.
Bo Zijin hadn't experienced many game instances, but she understood one principle.
Teammates are for trial and error.
To clear the game, unless you have a cheat code or strategy guide from someone else, you have to be like that seemingly delicate but violent woman.
A combination of wisdom and force is necessary for a chance to succeed.
Either you beat other players, or they beat you. In the end, you're just at the mercy of the game.
There aren't that many lucky charms or extraordinary abilities in the world. He certainly doesn't.
Huang He wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, he felt that it was fair for both sides to say something. "That's right. Let me tell you what we gained from going from the other side yesterday."
"First point. The girl who was traveling with us was killed by something last night. Given what Boss Jin said, it's possible that this thing might have entered her consciousness... no, how should I put it..."
It's more like using some special medium from the selected object to achieve its purpose. What exactly that medium is, we don't know yet.
Why didn't Yuan Qingli and the others ask Zhou Yueying why she wasn't there?
That's because when the Mud Pit Trio woke up, they found the magician carrying a sack in broad daylight.
Upon closer inspection, he was rather thin and not very tall.
After a process of elimination, they roughly guessed who was supplying the rose fertilizer this time.
The magician didn't hide from them; he simply untied the sack, and the truth was indeed just what they had guessed.
Another rose.
Before leaving, the magician even gave the three of them a meaningful look, seemingly quite interested.
When will we add three more delicate roses to the rose garden?
The fact that the three of them showed no surprise made Huang He slightly uneasy.
Did they foresee Zhou Yueying's death? And what role did they play in it?
Huang He's expression was grave: "Secondly, we went around in circles and didn't see a single horse hair, let alone any horses. We suspect that all the circus horses have been locked up in one place. As for the reason, it's still unclear."
"as well as……"
Xiao Lan continued, her beautiful eyes flashing twice, "We encountered a bear, and then pulled out a tattered piece of paper from its wound. It was only a tiny bit, and it said..."
"Don't forget, you are human."
Yuan Qingli froze for two seconds.
She suddenly remembered the black horse, and an absurd yet inexplicably real thought began to burn in her mind.
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