After a moment of silence, Mo Shuwan tentatively reached for the defensive talisman and weapon in her storage space, but it still didn't work. She sighed, took out a bottle of recovery potion, and drank some.
Meanwhile, the four iron nail walls were getting closer and closer to Mo Shuwan. She noticed that the top and bottom iron nail walls were perfectly integrated into the left and right walls, so there was no situation where she would be blocked.
The continuous trickle of sweat mixed with dried blood flowed onto the ground. Mo Shuwan was so dazzled that she could hardly open her eyes. She squinted at the iron nail wall that had been outlined with human figures by mold, took a deep breath, and suddenly spread her arms, making the exact same gesture as the human figures outlined by the mold.
The four walls of iron nails slowly but undeniably approached Mo Shuwan.
Half a minute later, Mo Shuwan, drenched in sweat, reappeared on grid number five. She was panting heavily when she looked down at the wounds on her waist and thigh and found that the two most serious wounds had already scabbed over in those brief few dozen seconds.
"roar!!!"
"You actually came out!!!"
The monster's roar and the gasps of surprise from the others behind it rang out at the same time.
Mo Shuwan first turned her head to look at the monster who looked very excited, then sat down cross-legged and looked around the room again. Seeing that the remaining five people were on the black and white squares and all in the first row, she could guess where the others had gone.
It's simply that she made the wrong choice and ended up in a place similar to hers.
She reminded them, "The eleven rows represent eleven bets, with each row corresponding to one bet. These numbers are related to your own bets."
"You just made the wrong choice? What happened! Where did you go after you disappeared?!"
Mo Shuwan lowered her eyes, her gaze darkening as she thought about what had happened in the last half minute. Ignoring the new passenger who was asking loudly, she took out a towel to wipe the sweat and blood from her face before starting to calculate how to proceed to the next destination.
The monster tied to the cross next to her cried out again. Mo Shuwan, who was frowning and calculating her next move, subconsciously counted its cries; there were eighteen in total.
After all, the monster had reminded her in its own way last time that the eleventh line was related to the eleventh bet. Now that the monster was shouting again, Mo Shuwan hesitated for a moment and began to think about what the third bet was related to.
"eighteen……"
When the five new passengers saw that Mo Shuwan was ignoring them, they immediately changed their strategy and cried and begged her to tell them what had just happened down below, so that they could be mentally prepared if they had made the wrong choice.
Deciphering the mystery requires absolute concentration. Mo Shuwan was annoyed by their noise. Staring at the number eighteen on the paper, she said coldly, "I remember clearly who attacked me just now. You all had better be quiet now."
Even though she didn't say it explicitly, the meaning of her words was quite clear: you wanted to kill me just now, and now you want to get information from me. Shameless!
Mo Shuwan's threat was quite clear. The five new passengers were still somewhat unwilling, but after remembering how she had single-handedly withstood attacks from more than a dozen people, they silently shut up.
After the new passengers quieted down, the sounds in the room almost completely disappeared, except for the monsters still roaring softly. Mo Shuwan, who was thinking, frowned and tilted her head slightly. In her line of sight, the two monsters roared at the same time, one after the other. They had never roared at the same time before.
Are they really communicating?
The moment the thought crossed her mind, Mo Shuwan saw the monster that had given her the hint earlier looking over. Even from some distance, she could see that half of the monster's body was stained red with blood from its wounds.
Mo Shuwan's gaze lingered on the wounds left by the new passengers for a long time before she looked away, staring at the number eighteen in the third line, her heart filled with hesitation.
There was chaos at the time, and even if no one came to take her away later, she couldn't possibly have seen everything. She couldn't remember what happened in the third round that was related to numbers.
Should we trust that monster one more time?
After this idea popped into her head, Mo Shuwan found herself feeling a sense of relief. She smiled helplessly and said, "Since I have no clue anyway, I might as well give it a try."
She stood up and said "eighteen" directly. The next second, she was already standing in the black square number eighteen in the third row. She waited quietly for a moment, and nothing unexpected happened. However, since there was no immediate abnormality after she made her choice last time, she still did not relax.
Time passed second by second, and after a full three minutes, nothing unusual happened. Mo Shuwan had made the right choice.
She didn't sit down immediately. The first thing she did after confirming it was safe was to turn around and look at the monster bound to the cross. "Thank you."
Mo Shuwan sat down cross-legged with a calm expression, but in reality, after confirming time and again that the monster was indeed helping her, her heart was already unsettled, and a strange thought surged into her mind.
That monster—could it be Wen Zuo?
In this game world, is it possible for a monster to help a passenger? The answer is definitely no.
If that monster wasn't a real monster, but actually a person, Mo Shuwan really couldn't think of any other passenger besides Wen Zuo who was so close to her that the other person would go to such lengths to help her in this situation.
Mo Shuwan fell silent.
She remembered what Yang Zhou had told her: the person who was initially identified as the fake Wen Zuo looked pained when he attacked her. And after returning to her room, she confirmed that the Wen Zuo currently in the room was the fake one, completely unharmed... which meant that the injured Wen Zuo at the time was the real one.
According to Yang Zhou and other passengers, Wen Zuo's injury was in his lower back...
Mo Shuwan suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the monster. Although she was quite far away, she could still barely see the monster's hideous wounds, one of which was on its waist.
It seemed that her guess had been partially confirmed, but considering that those top five guys had chosen it earlier, and that the injury might have been caused by them, Mo Shuwan was not so sure anymore. However, the seed of doubt had already been planted, and now she only needed to go through the Punishment Bureau to find an opportunity to verify her guess.
If it really is Wen Zuo...
Mo Shuwan gritted her teeth.
Because she had something on her mind, Mo Shuwan didn't want to dawdle any longer. She immediately squatted down, took out paper and pen, and wrote down all the relevant numbers for the fourth round, racking her brains to deduce the most likely answer.
While she was rushing to complete the punishment, the first team that met the requirements and passed the test was stuck in the main hall. They were blocked off from all sides and had been in the hall for nearly an hour. There were no black text prompts and no way to leave.
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