Chi Mu was shocked. He was actually allowed to drink red wine first?
But Chi Mu did not feel much psychological pressure. After all, he was the fifth person to choose the red wine, and the probability of choosing the poisoned wine was still very small.
Thinking of this, Chi Mu picked up the red wine and drank it in one gulp.
"10, 9, 8..."
The butler pulled a pocket watch from his pocket and began counting down.
According to what he said before, if you drink the poisoned wine, you will die from the poison within ten seconds.
During the ten seconds the butler counted down, Chi Mu couldn't help but straighten his body. He had the illusion that he would bleed to death from all seven orifices at the last second.
"2, 1, 0..."
As the butler finished counting down, Chi Mu's tense body instantly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
——"I'm scared to death. If I had bad luck, the God of Wood would have been dead."
——"This game seems to rely entirely on luck, but it's not actually like that. I've seen the clues."
——"What are you pretending to be like upstairs?"
——"Humph, what do you ordinary people know? I'm sure Chi Mu has also discovered it, but he just didn't have time to think about it just now. You will know it later."
.......
After the butler finished the countdown for Chi Mu, he walked towards the second chosen one and signaled him that he could start drinking red wine.
In this way, after each chosen one drank the red wine, the butler would use the pocket watch on his hand to start the countdown.
At this time, because Chi Mu had already drunk the red wine, this round of game had nothing to do with him.
With this mentality, Chi Mu gradually began to examine the essence of this game from another perspective.
This was the world of ghost stories, where all rules and regulations were traceable. He had never seen a ghost story that could be completed simply by luck.
Therefore, this "Deadly Red Wine" ghost story game is definitely not as simple as it seems.
He carefully observed those chosen ones who had not yet drunk the wine. They all put the wine on the table and were unwilling to touch the wine until it was their turn to drink.
This is obviously an aversion to red wine, as he is afraid that the wine he has obtained is poisoned.
"So, apart from relying on luck, there is no other way to tell which glass of red wine is red?"
Chi Mu looked for a long time, but he didn't find anything special.
Just when he was about to give up thinking about this problem, he suddenly had an idea and remembered the rules that the butler had just announced.
[3: Please keep track of time at all times in the castle, as no one else will remind you.]
Thinking of this, Chi Mu suddenly looked at the clock on the table.
He was shocked to find that the clock had stopped, the hour hand was pointing at "1" and the minute hand was pointing at "7".
"Hmm? If the clock stops, how can we tell what time it is?"
Looking at the stopped clock, Chi Mu was a little confused.
Isn't the original intention of Rule 3 to remind yourself to remember the time, but to pay attention to the time at all times?
At this time, the butler had counted down the six chosen ones to drink the red wine, but so far, no one had drunk the poisoned wine.
Looking at the positions of the hour and minute hands on the clock, Chi Mu suddenly realized that the numbers pointed by these two hands represented the two cups of poisoned wine!
“The poison was quietly added by the butler when he was pouring the wine, which means that when he put all the red wine in place, the clock stopped.
Because everyone's attention was on the butler at that time, no one noticed that the clock had stopped. "
Chi Mu kept guessing in his mind, and he soon realized that this game did not rely entirely on luck, but that he should always pay attention to him when the butler announced the official start of the game.
If you remember the order in which the butler places the wine, and then combine it with the table clock, you can easily and clearly know which two glasses are red wine.
“10, 9, 8, 7….”
The butler started a new round of countdown, and Chi Mu looked at the man.
He was surprised to find that the person whose countdown was now counting down was the one who chose the glass of red wine that the butler originally placed on the tray!
If Chi Mu's previous inference was correct, the red wine this person drank was poisonous!
As the butler entered the final two-second countdown, the face of the chosen one suddenly changed. He suddenly pinched his throat, and his expression gradually distorted.
He looked so painful that he couldn't speak. It was not until blood began to flow from his nose, eyes, and ears that he let out a scream and slammed his head heavily on the table.
When the people present saw this scene, they all became horrified, and several of them couldn't help but gasp.
"really!"
Only Chi Mu's pupils contracted, and he felt a little excited.
Because this directly verified his guess that this ghost story game did not rely entirely on luck.
If you want to get free points, you must always pay attention to all changes around you after the game starts.
"Haha, it looks like this gentleman's free points will be included in the prize pool."
The butler smiled slightly. He just glanced indifferently at the person lying on the table, then walked towards the next person.
After the first cup of poisoned wine was produced, the faces of those who had not yet drunk the wine became extremely ugly, as if they had eaten feces.
Because they all saw how miserably the person who drank the poison died.
However, Chi Mu soon noticed that there were also people who did not drink the red wine and their expressions were very calm.
"Hmm? Those guys also realized the key to the game, so they knew that the wine they were holding was not poisoned?"
Chi Mu was a little surprised, but soon felt relieved.
Those who can come to the Ghost Story Prison Garden are definitely not good people, so it is not surprising that they can think of this matter so quickly.
——"Fuck, there really is something fishy going on. Where is that big brother who was the prophet just now?!"
——"Brother Emperor of Prophecy, please kneel down before me..."
——"I would like to call you the strongest prophet!"
——"What a pity! If Chi Mu had noticed this detail earlier, he would have easily won the free points in this round of the game."
.......
Soon, only the last five people were left without drinking the red wine, but the last glass of poisoned wine had not appeared.
"Hehe, young man, to be honest with you, the cup in your hand is the last cup of poisoned wine."
Li Xin, who had just asked the housekeeper a question, covered her mouth and smiled at the young man next to her.
When the man heard this, he looked up suddenly and found that everyone present was looking at him with a smile, which seemed to confirm what Li Xin said.
The man's face turned extremely pale, and he picked up the red wine with trembling hands...
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