Chapter 305: Squares?

Although everyone had heard that loud noise, their limited visibility meant no one knew what had happened outside their own room.

They only knew that someone had died.

But who was it, and how had they died?

"Dammit..." Chen Jun Nan slapped himself across the face and scolded, "Chen Jun Nan, get a hold of yourself... What does that dead person's death have to do with you?"

The slight pain brought him back to his senses. If he kept worrying, he would surely be the next to die.

He got up again and paced around the room. The door was locked tight, impossible to open.

Now, the man to his left was probably dead, but how could he verify it?

The fourth round had begun. Based on Chen Jun Nan's earlier deduction, assuming Yun Yao was No. 1, he was No. 2, and the man to his left was No. 3, it was now No. 4's turn to receive the question.

He would be the last one to get the phone call.

What would the question turn into by the time it reached him?

After a long wait, Chen Jun Nan felt the time was right and placed his hand on the phone in advance.

"Ding ling—"

The moment the phone rang, Chen Jun Nan picked it up.

"Hello..."

Yun Yao said, "That's great, you're still alive?"

"Hey, you sure know how to jinx it," Chen Jun Nan sighed. "Don't worry, I'm always one step from death."

"Don't be flippant..."

Yun Yao said seriously, "This time's question is 'Is the killer a Fangkuai?'"

"This..."

Chen Jun Nan was stunned. "This old lecher's questions are getting trickier..."

"So, what do you think?"

Yun Yao asked, "That sound was very close to us. Do you know who died?"

"I have a rough idea."

Chen Jun Nan nodded. "But whether the killer is a 'Fangkuai' or 'Meihua', how would I know?"

"Anyway, I chose 'No'..."

Yun Yao said, "Before, every answer was 'Yes'. Do you think this has something to do with the dead person?"

Yun Yao's words gave Chen Jun Nan a new idea.

"Big star, you're indeed a bit smarter than me," Chen Jun Nan laughed. "But our answers can't control the whole game—we don't know what others chose."

"But you have one advantage over others."

Yun Yao said, "You can make a call to confirm if the person next to you is really dead."

"That makes sense."

After hanging up, Chen Jun Nan dialed the number right away.

"Du—"

The dial tone sounded, but no one answered.

"Du—"

The second dial tone sounded, still silent on the other end.

This pretty much confirmed that the man next to him was dead.

But how had he died?

Chen Jun Nan didn't give up and patiently waited through more than ten rings.

Just as he reached to hang up, the dial tone was cut off, and a gentle voice came through.

"Hello...?"

Chen Jun Nan froze and pulled his hand back, holding the old phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Who, who are you?"

The girl asked.

After hearing that, Chen Jun Nan frowned and immediately hung up the phone.

According to the rules Di She had mentioned earlier, if the phone rang ten times with no answer, it automatically transferred to the next living person.

The dial tone had rung at least thirteen or fourteen times, meaning this girl hadn't wanted to answer right away.

She hadn't realized the call would come through.

So, she must be this round's "first person."

"This has gone full circle...?"

Chen Jun Nan muttered to himself, then returned to his screen and started thinking about this round's question: "Is the killer a Fangkuai?"

First, he needed to confirm two things.

The first thing—was this the original question?

If it was like the previous "Will it fall?", then who had modified it? What had it meant originally?

Assuming no one had modified the question, then he needed to address the second thing—

What was "Fangkuai"?

Was its counterpart "Meihua" or "Yuanbing"?

Since they were similar words, logically, replacing one with another should work.

So, it shouldn't be "Meihua".

After all, from the start of the game until now, there had been no mention of poker suit colors or anything related. Suddenly bringing up "Fangkuai", it was clear it wasn't connected to poker suits.

So, this "Fangkuai" meant the literal sense—a real geometric shape.

In other words... the ultimate meaning of the question was "Was the person just now killed by a Fangkuai geometric shape?"

That made it very clear, and it even allowed him to guess what the earlier sound had been.

A huge geometric shape had fallen from above his head, smashing him to death.

And the previous "Will it fall?"

It must have been the question controlling the huge geometric shape.

"You old bastard, I've used up all my brains for this lifetime today..."

Chen Jun Nan shook his head and pressed "No".

He chose "No" because he knew the thing that had fallen wasn't a "Fangkuai".

"If I'm not wrong... it should be a 'Yuanqiu'."

Chen Jun Nan reached out and touched the wall to his left; after the huge sound, the wall had been hit by a massive object.

This feeling was more like an unstable Yuanqiu that had landed.

If what had fallen was a "Fangkuai", due to the flat surface contacting another flat surface, the geometric shape should have stopped immediately upon landing.

After Chen Jun Nan selected his answer, the screen lit up as usual.

"The final answer for this question is—'No'."

He nodded silently: "It seems many people thought the same as me..."

A few seconds later, the huge chain sound rang out again.

Only to hear the "kala kala" noises continuing nonstop, pulling the ruins and debris in the adjacent room up into the sky.

Chen Jun Nan quietly listened to the sound, trying to picture the scene in the other room—

If he wasn't wrong, just one wall away, a thick iron chain was hauling a massive iron ball, which had crashed down minutes earlier, instantly turning the person in the room into pulp.

And now, the chain was tightening, lifting the iron ball back to the ceiling.

So, the question was...

Why had it smashed him?

Could it be that in the previous "Will it fall?" question, only he had chosen "Yes"?

But that didn't make sense. In snake games, they rarely lied in the rules. Since Di She had said the answer followed the "minority obeys majority" principle, that meant more than half had chosen "Yes" earlier.

At least seven people had chosen "Yes".

"Seven people, and it smashed him...?"

Chen Jun Nan pondered, knowing that if he didn't figure out the principle behind the iron ball smashing, he might die without warning at any time.

The iron chains above his head clattered noisily, disturbing his thoughts.

"My brain isn't enough as it is, and now with this damn noise pollution..."

He touched his palm and found fine sweat on it. This feeling of not knowing when he might be smashed into pulp was unsettling.