Chapter 307: My Way

Yun Yao was slightly startled, letting out a bitter laugh as she said:"You know, what you said sounds a bit like something Qi Xia would say, but when I think about it carefully, it's not quite the same..."

"Anyway, I think you won't die," Chen Jun Nan said with a laugh. "Don't worry, big star— I haven't seen your concert yet."

"I guess... I'll just take your good wishes for now..."

Yun Yao was about to hang up the phone when Chen Jun Nan stopped her.

"Hold on."

"Hmm?"

"Big star, who's on your right?" Chen Jun Nan asked.

"On my right?" Yun Yao paused and replied, "It's a girl who seems quite impatient."

"A girl who's impatient?" Chen Jun Nan thought for a moment and said, "Next time you answer the phone, ask her who's on her right."

Yun Yao was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Do you think there's something wrong with her?"

"I feel like there's definitely someone with bad intentions right in front of you, but I don't know exactly who it is," Chen Jun Nan pondered. "If we get a chance, let's figure out the arrangement of all the participants. That might help us guess who's the problem."

Yun Yao nodded. "Okay... If I make it out alive, I'll immediately try to find out about the people in front of me."

"Good, leave the rest to me." Chen Jun Nan stretched lazily, then hung up the phone. "This damn game is pretty dangerous. Looks like I need to take it seriously."

After pressing the dial button, it took a long time before the next room's line connected.

"Hello?" the girl said.

Chen Jun Nan was about to speak when he suddenly remembered something. "Girl, about that time with the dead body... what was the question you received?"

"Hmm?" The girl was taken aback.

"You were the second one to get the question, right... The corpse between us was the 'first person.' What did he tell you?"

The girl on the other end sounded cautious. "What are you trying to do?"

"I want to survive," Chen Jun Nan said. "We're pretty close to each other right now, so we can look out for one another to some extent. Want to team up?"

"Well..." The girl thought for a while before saying, "But as my 'upstream' contact, you're the one most likely to get me killed. After all, in most cases, the questions I get come from you."

"Ah..." Chen Jun Nan shook his head. "Fine, fine. If you won't work with me, then every time I call you from now on, I'll just hang up right away. You can figure out the questions on your own, damn it."

"You...!" The girl angrily cursed, but after thinking it over, she realized she was stuck.

After a long silence, the girl spoke up. "Alright... The question I heard back then was 'Are you going to drop here?'"

"Ah...?" Chen Jun Nan hadn't expected the question to be so clear.

Are you going to drop here?

In the process of being passed among more than ten people, that question had gradually turned into "Are you going to drop?" and then "Are you going to sit down?"

At that moment, a thought flashed through Chen Jun Nan's mind.

Could it be that the first person to get the question is the one who has to bear the risk of that massive ball dropping?

In other words, the "yes" or "no" choices from the remaining participants are basically judging the first person's life or death.

Chen Jun Nan thought this idea made sense. If "Are you going to drop here?" appeared every two questions, then in a game with forty-eight questions, the iron ball would drop a total of sixteen times.

But there were only twelve people on site, meaning everyone had a chance to get up close and personal with the iron ball. At the same time, life and death weren't in your own hands—they were in everyone else's.

"But that still doesn't quite add up..." Chen Jun Nan sensed a flaw in his reasoning. "Since anyone could get smashed, and with twelve people facing sixteen drops, would anyone even survive?"

Is this game too hard?

He turned his head toward the wall on his right. If the first person asked had the risk of dying, why was Yun Yao so tense?

It wasn't her turn right now, so why did she feel threatened by death?

After thinking for a bit, he asked the person on the other end of the line, "Girl, who's behind you?"

"Behind me...?" the girl said. "I don't know that person. I just know it's a guy, and he sounds a bit nervous."

"I see..."

"What about this time's question?" the girl asked.

"It's 'Do you want to die?'"

"Ah?"

"That's it. Hanging up."

After hanging up, Chen Jun Nan used the remaining time to extend his index finger and buff his nail, then scratched the current situation onto the wall.

He first wrote the character "Yun," then carved "Jun" to the left of "Yun" and "impatient girl" to the right.

The identities of the three were confirmed.

He blew off the dust from his nail, then carved "dead" to the left of "Jun," "cautious girl" to the left of "dead," and "nervous guy" to the left of that.

The identities of six people were now confirmed.

Next, he carved "white-clothed girl" directly across from "Jun."

With twelve people in total, seven identities were now set. Among the remaining five, there was the "dangerous man" Zhong Zhen that Yun Yao mentioned, plus three men and one woman.

"What's this old man's... method to break the game?" Chen Jun Nan rubbed his temples, looking puzzled. "I've started racking my brain, but I still can't figure it out."

At that moment, the screen began to flicker, indicating that the answer for this round's question had been decided.

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

Chen Jun Nan chuckled at the sight. "I don't know if that whatever effect kicked in, but my effect sure did."

The sound of chains overhead started up again. If he was right, the massive iron ball above was shifting positions.

Where was it now?

After pondering for a few seconds, Chen Jun Nan slumped into his chair and actually yawned.

This was ridiculous.

Though the game hadn't been going on for long, he was gradually losing his sense of tension.

That indifferent feeling of whether he'd live or die was creeping in, even making him drowsy. He'd died in games countless times because of this.

"I really am not cut out for Lao Qi's style," he said, slowly standing up and stretching. "Lao Qiao's approach won't work here either. Guess I have to go with my own."

Chen Jun Nan didn't know who would get the question this time—his own screen was pitch black—but at that moment, he reached out and picked up the phone, decisively dialing the next person.

The other person clearly hadn't expected a call at that time; it rang nearly twenty times before they answered.

"You..."

"That's right, it's me."

"You, what's your problem?" the woman said directly. "Calling now could break the rules! What if we can't call later?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Chen Jun Nan laughed. "I'm just bored out of my mind. If I don't chat with someone, I might fall asleep."

"Then call someone else! Why call me?!"

"Well... is it possible that my phone can only call you?"