Chapter 4658: Desperate Escape (37)

As the lights in the compartments turned on one by one, the game officially began. The mechanism slowly rose, took the slip from the bottom of the lantern above, and then descended to the top of the compartment. The part of the mechanism similar to a mechanical hand grabbed the slip and descended. An opening was opened at the top of the compartment, just enough for the mechanical hand to enter.

However, it seemed to be for their convenience to observe the rotation direction of the mechanism to formulate their own strategies, the ceiling of the compartment was transparent, not looking like glass, but rather like some kind of high-transparency resin material. The opening was in the center of the compartment. It seemed to be afraid of sound leakage, so the opening was very small. The mechanical hand only stopped above the opening and threw the slip down.

Superman came to the center of the compartment and picked up the slip. He turned his head to look at Batman and said: "What should we do?"

"Go out, clockwise." Batman sat in the corner of the compartment to recover his strength, as concise as possible. Superman didn't ask too much either; he turned his head to look, didn't find a pen in the room, and just beckoned to him.

He pointed to his collarbone, and Superman widened his eyes and said: "Why? Your wound was about to heal..."

"It can't heal, Clark." Batman shook his head and said, "Just use the tip of the iron rod to dip some blood to write."

Superman was obviously dissatisfied; he pouted, but didn't want to let Batman waste energy arguing with him, so he had to walk over angrily, dipped some of Batman's blood, and wrote two strokes casually.

"How do we send the slip back?" Superman looked up with some confusion, "We can't throw it up, I can't throw that accurately."

"Wait a moment," Batman said, "There should be time."

Sure enough, after about three minutes, a small door suddenly opened on the wall behind the compartment, and there seemed to be a passage behind it. This passage was about half a meter square and slanted downwards. It was very dark inside, and nothing could be seen.

"Ah, why is it like this." Harley complained, "I thought that mechanical arm would reach in."

"It's to prevent people like you." Pamela smiled and said, "Wait for it to reach in, you grab it, directly break through the ceiling defense, and kill everyone above with an uppercut followed by a counter-burst, right?"

"Tch." Harley's thoughts were seen through, and she pouted. Stark above breathed a sigh of relief. Actually, he originally designed for the mechanical arm to reach in, but after seeing the operations of these people, he urgently adjusted the mechanism.

The passage behind the wall was originally used for them to donate blood or put sacrificial items, and the slips didn't go that way. But now in this situation, Stark really didn't dare to let any part of the mechanism enter the room, even if it was at a height they couldn't reach. Who knew if they would jump up on the spot, grab the mechanical arm, and not let go.

However, a bit of trouble was that the things they sacrificed wouldn't be sent up originally, but thrown directly into the waste bin. The waste bin was below, and there was no upward passage. It was a bit too late to change it now. So they had to send someone to get the slips, go down along the employee passage they came from, then go to the maintenance room of this mechanism, and then go into the waste bin to get the slips.

"I'll go." The Agent said. He stood up, opened the door on the ground, and climbed down along the ladder. The employee passage was hidden in the pillar supporting this lantern, which was behind each compartment.

The Agent only climbed down a few steps, and when he was almost there, he jumped down directly. His jump shocked the people in the compartment, and almost everyone heard the sound.

This was because, to prevent them from communicating, the side walls and ceiling of the compartment were soundproofed, so it was impossible to confirm the identities of others by shouting in the room.

However, the pillar behind and the floor under their feet were not soundproofed. Because logically speaking, there should be no one there. The observation design didn't have the link of climbing up and down during voting at all. Normally, the six people above should all be sitting honestly in their seats. This led to the first loophole in this game—the Agent was discovered.

The Agent retrieved the slips from the waste bin. He didn't look at them, just put the slips into a box, and continued to climb up with the box. But just as he was climbing, he heard someone knocking on the wall of the middle pillar.

"Da da da... da da... da da..."

A very simple Morse code, but knocked very fast, a bit difficult to distinguish. The Agent still heard it with his strong professional ability. The word was also very simple: "Who are you?"

It turned out that the players didn't think the Agent was an employee; they thought the Agent might be the mole hiding, deliberately using this way to inform them of his existence. And they immediately thought of a way to respond.

Although shouting directly was possible, before, those guys above also said that anything they said here would be heard. If they shouted "mole" directly, wouldn't the other party be exposed?

However, if they couldn't communicate directly, they could communicate indirectly. Anatoli was the fastest to react; it must be said, he was worthy of his KGB background. He directly started chatting with Lucifer about past things, and the two of them said one sentence after another, completely covering up the sound of him knocking on the wall.

The five people sitting above were also listening to the gossip with relish. What could be more interesting as a bedtime story than a Soviet and Satan teaming up to solve a serial murder case?

The Agent didn't want to respond at first, but thinking that he had to run up and down at least six times like this, and this was all because those guys above didn't design the level well, he also slowed down his pace and knocked back at a very fast speed.

"Hunter."

When Anatoli knocked, the two groups next to him heard it, but further away couldn't hear it, after all, the wall conduction sound was limited. But when the Agent knocked, he knocked on the metal ladder he was holding, and this sound echoed in the circular tunnel, and almost all teams heard it.

The hunter was the mole. Everyone thought about it, but no one spoke. Now they understood why they could have hung a sign at the door of the compartment, but those people above wore different masks themselves. If it weren't for this, the mole really wouldn't have a way to explain his identity cleanly.

"Help."

"Yes."

Everyone immediately thought again. They mainly thought about what this mole could do to help them. They also knew that in a one-on-five situation, the mole absolutely couldn't expose his identity, otherwise he would definitely be beaten up. Then things like manipulating the mechanism or directly leaking the questions were definitely not possible. Then he could only mess with the voting link.

But, voting is minority obeys majority, what can one person do?

However, thinking about it, although others were not moles, they might also vote randomly, so one more vote is one more vote.

Almost all groups knocked on the wall for the number of spaces they wanted: "One."

Afterwards, there was no movement, and they didn't know if the other party heard it. However, by listening to the sound of people in nearby two rooms knocking on the wall, they all understood that the other party thought the same as them, and everyone had the same problem-solving idea.

They actually wanted to continue knocking on the wall to report their identity, but soon another slip was thrown down, asking them to vote. This time it was voting for the direction of rotation. Everyone was a bit speechless, couldn't you just finish it with one slip? Why go through all this trouble?

Stark was also a bit embarrassed, he explained in the team channel, "I originally thought it was relying on mechanism delivery and recovery, doing a few more steps could be clearer, and could also increase the tension. Who knew..."

This time it was the Agent who went to collect the slips, he thought, very good, he had to run twelve times.

He jumped down again with a thud. Others were also puzzled, what excuse did he have to go up and down here, going to the toilet was a bit too frequent, right?

However, because the timing of his landing was shortly after the slips were recovered, most people guessed that he should be going to get the slips. But this was even more criticized, no, since you made a mechanism, couldn't you make an automatic recovery device? Was it just short of this budget?

However, players were also very good at convincing themselves. They felt that maybe there was an automatic recovery device originally, but since the mole wanted to mess with it, if he used an automatic recovery device, he wouldn't have a chance to run out. So he must have broken the recovery device in advance, and then volunteered to recover the slips, taking this opportunity to communicate with them and collude to pit the wealthy.

It can only be said that the process was all wrong, but the answer was all right. There was indeed an automatic recovery device, but it just didn't dare to enter. The Agent wasn't a mole at all; he was just a worker full of resentment.

They all voted clockwise. Greed said: "Alright, next we should vote. Who else was playing the mole besides me?"

Mephisto raised his hand. Greed nodded at him: "Alright, just act according to the script. Come on, let's vote individually."

They also found a slip, and wrote down the number of spaces to rotate. This step was necessary, because in case the level was completed, the players had disputes about a certain puzzle, the administrator must produce evidence to prove that the level design had no problems. So the acting couldn't be just a formality, it must leave solid evidence.

After voting, the counting began. One vote for two spaces, one vote for three spaces, one abstention, and the remaining three votes were all for one space.

Greed raised his eyebrows. Then they finally checked the individual action plans, and found that all six groups chose to go out.

This achieved a very strange phenomenon—swapping homes.

The six groups of animals jumped one space to their clockwise side. Since no one didn't go out, everyone jumped, and all jumped one space to their successor, which was equivalent to everyone changing their identity, becoming the animal one level smaller than themselves. That is, hunter becomes tiger, tiger becomes wolf, wolf becomes weasel, weasel becomes chicken, chicken becomes scorpion, and scorpion becomes hunter.

The slip with the pattern was thrown down, with the animal that jumped to you in this level drawn on it, and it was also written whether you successfully hunted, and whether you were preyed upon. Charles unfolded the slip, and besides the animal pattern, he saw that both lines below were drawn with an X.

That is to say, they were neither preyed upon nor successfully hunted. This also meant that their animals wouldn't be home for dinner tonight, and others would decide the action method.

"Our plan succeeded." Charles breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The one who came to hunt us didn't catch us, and we didn't catch anyone when we jumped over. It's just that I don't know if anyone was caught today."

"Hard to say." Erik said, "After all, the results are not notified to everyone, it's all based on guessing. Maybe someone has already been bitten."

"Then tomorrow..." Charles hesitated for a while before saying, "I think they will still rotate clockwise tomorrow, let's choose not to go out. What do you think?" ===== CHAPTER 4659 =====