Chapter 309: The Trajectory of the Iron Ball

Yunyao patiently explained the entire principle to Chen Junnan, which finally allowed him to understand it roughly.

"So you're using numbers to represent each person?"Chen Junnan nodded, looking at the wall covered with his own writings. "It's indeed a bit more convenient than mine..."

"You've been a big help, Chen Junnan." Yunyao closed her eyes and quickly recalled the recent questions, realizing that they were indeed unrelated to 'right or wrong,' only to 'left or right.' Their final answer in each round would determine the direction of the iron ball's movement.

As long as they understood this point, and with the ability to modify questions at any time, there was a high probability they could control the timing of the killings.

Chen Junnan's unconventional thinking had truly been a big help. The two of them might be the first to find the real "answer."

After all, the person who had modified the questions before had changed them twice to "Do you want to sit down?" which showed that although they had altered the questions, their method was rather ordinary and easily suspicious.

Chen Junnan chuckled "heh-heh" and then said:"Little master knows he's quite handsome, so don't fall for me."

"Don't worry, I don't like men."Yunyao replied without hesitation.

"Ah?"

This answer clearly exceeded Chen Junnan's expectations.

Yunyao thought for a moment and then asked: "So, you're always choosing 'no' to try and move 'death' toward our right side, right?"

"That's right, that's what I was thinking." Chen Junnan nodded in agreement. "Let's get the giant ball to land over there first, then we can look for any other rules."

Yunyao nodded slowly after hearing this: "It seems coming to this game with you was a good choice. As long as I don't die, or if I get the 'Hui Xiang,' I can obtain the complete 'Di Ji Gong Lue.'"

Chen Junnan suddenly became interested upon hearing this.

"Big star, why is your organization collecting these strategies?"

"Because we want to gamble on destroying all the 'Shengxiao.'" Yunyao answered firmly.

"Oh wow?" Chen Junnan hadn't expected this answer. "You're playing on such a big scale?"

"It's our driving force." Yunyao let out a long sigh. "If we just survive here long-term without a goal... I'd go crazy."

"But does gambling on destroying the 'Shengxiao' even mean anything...?" Chen Junnan asked, puzzled.

"Don't say any more." Yunyao seemed to know something and quickly cut him off. "No matter what it means, it's my direction forward."

"Alright..." Chen Junnan nodded. "I get it."

The two hung up the call, and Chen Junnan dialed the next room.

After eleven rings, the other person answered.

"Sister Qian, long time no see, how have you been?"

"Speak properly."

"Okay." Chen Junnan gave a dry laugh. "This time's question is 'Does a year have five seasons?'"

"What a ridiculous question..." Xu Qian sighed. "I got it. Hanging up."

"Hold on." Chen Junnan called out to her.

"What?"

"Sister Qian, within three rounds." Chen Junnan laughed. "Within three rounds, I'll make one participant die horribly, but I'll let you live."

This short sentence made Xu Qian's back break out in a cold sweat.

"You... why are you telling me this?"

"I want to prove that I've completely figured out the rules and can control the timing of killings whenever I want." Chen Junnan smirked. "Sister Qian, I'm threatening you, so get tense!"

"Wh-what...?" Xu Qian was indeed a bit nervous. "You say you've understood this game?"

"That's right." Chen Junnan nodded. "If what I said happens within three rounds... I want you to call over the 'Di She,' otherwise, little master will kill you right away."

"You..." Xu Qian thought for a moment, then said with a touch of defiance, "We'll talk after three rounds."

The two hung up unhappily.

Chen Junnan didn't mind at all and leaned back in his chair, waiting patiently.

Now, the giant ball's position should be above the head of the girl on Yunyao's right side. If the answer this time is 'yes,' the giant ball will return to Yunyao's head; if it's 'no'...

He pointed to the position map he had drawn on the wall.

"'Muffled Voice Man'... it's your turn."

Text gradually lit up on the screen.

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

As expected.

This was already the seventh question.

As the "first person" to receive the question got farther from him, the impact of Chen Junnan's question changes grew larger.

After all, everyone afterward would be influenced by his question, changing their answers accordingly.

Next, he had a very high probability of killing the participant on the right side of "Muffled Voice Man"—it was just a matter of whether he wanted to or not.

As the chain sounds echoed overhead, the iron ball should now be suspended above "Muffled Voice Man's" head.

But since there was still one question before it fell, he wouldn't die this time.

A few minutes later, Yunyao called again, and this time's question was still absurd.

"Does a year have twelve months?"

Chen Junnan smiled and called Xu Qian, but he slightly modified the question.

"Does a year have thirteen months?"

The eighth round ended, and the answer was still "no."

Although he couldn't see the giant ball, based on his deduction, it had now moved far from Yunyao, at least two rooms away.

To Yunyao's right were "Anxious Woman" and "Muffled Voice Man"; at this point, the giant ball had passed over both of them and was now above a stranger's head.

The first person to receive the question now should be roughly opposite him.

If it wasn't the woman in the white dress, then it was the person to her left.

Chen Junnan roughly sketched a map in his mind.

According to Yunyao, her coordinate was "0," since she was the starting point.

The first question appeared on her screen, and the giant ball should have first suspended above her head.

Now, it was approaching the ninth question, so the next person questioned would be at coordinate "-8," which is the eighth person to Yunyao's left, while the giant ball was suspended above coordinate "3," the third person to Yunyao's right.

"Hmm...?"

Chen Junnan felt something was off.

Since everyone was in a circular arena with a total of twelve rooms, these two coordinates weren't just "-8" and "3"—they were much closer.

Because "-8" in this circular setup could also be written as "4," and "3" as "-9."

"They are neighbors...?"

The situation became more direct. Had the questioner figured out the rules?

Would they pass the question "Do you want it to fall?" unchanged to their neighbor?