The second day was so thrilling, so what will happen on the third day?

With this question in mind, the guests tossed and turned all night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Occasionally when they closed their eyes, they would see all kinds of bloody scenes, like a nightmare, haunting them without peace.

This is the sinister intention of the program team.

The two days of increasing difficulty and constant pressure are like cutting flesh with a blunt knife. For participants who are not experienced enough and mentally strong enough, it is extremely lethal.

If it is more fragile, it may even be directly defeated.

This kind of underhanded trick, which is like a psychological suggestion, is obviously more torturous than a conspiracy with real swords and guns.

And the program team did succeed.

When they woke up early on the last day, the guests were generally in a depressed state of mind and seemed to be worried. They were no longer as high-spirited and confident as they were on the first day.

The enemy is getting stronger and stronger, but your own condition is getting worse and worse. This is not a good thing no matter how you think about it.

However, not everyone is like this. In sharp contrast to the others, Su Mu, who should eat and drink when he should, had a good night's sleep, was full of energy, and could not see the slightest bit of stress.

When they saw her at nine o'clock, the other guests felt a little uncomfortable.

It's like when you are studying hard day and night for review, and you are on tenterhooks, but the top student at the same table is playing games and watching TV shows. It will inevitably lead to some unbalanced thoughts.

After adjusting his mentality, No. 1 stood up on his own initiative. While saying hello, he held the sleepy courier in his hand and signaled to Su Mu.

"I guess this guy has no way to unleash his abilities on the second floor. Nothing happened this night. He's so honest."

Hearing his words, the courier rolled his eyes rebelliously.

Still honest?

If the big devil wasn't right next door, would he be able to make you jump off the building? Believe it or not?

This disdainful emotion was so strong that it didn't even need to be carefully sensed. Su Mu glanced at him without revealing it.

"I am your prisoner, you just have to know what I am doing."

No. 1 agreed, but felt a little dissatisfied.

Since coming to the theater and meeting many people from all walks of life, he has summed up a set of experience tips specifically for dealing with masters.

The first thing to bear the brunt of is: the boss can ignore you, but you can't ignore the boss.

Some people say, just listen to them, but if you really take them seriously... you'd be stupid.

Of course, thinking so in his heart, No. 1 would not be brave enough to reveal his true thoughts. After realizing that Su Mu was still the same as before and had no intention of contacting him, he wisely shut up and said the following words.

They all swallowed it back.

No. 1, who had the most contact with Su Mu, stopped talking, and the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

There was silence in the hall.

The guests seemed to have suddenly become mute. They said nothing and occasionally looked at Su Mu as if they were looking at some ferocious beast, without any desire to actively contact him.

Even No. 2, who was still inquiring about the news just now, pretended to be a quail, keeping an eye on his nose and his heart, and did not dare to make any sound.

Fortunately, the courier arrived quickly. No. 3, who always felt like he was sitting with the dean, jumped up as if his butt was on fire and trotted to get the box back.

She originally thought that there was a high probability that it would be No. 6. After all, she went downstairs so solemnly and came here to wait. She probably guessed that the candidate this time would be her. But when she turned over and saw the code name written on it, she was a little dumbfounded.

.

"What does this mean?" She subconsciously asked for help No. 1, "No. 2...and No. 5?"

Two people?

No. 1 was also stunned, and hurriedly walked to her side and took the big box.

After carefully identifying it twice, and after confirming that it was correct, he raised his head with a complicated expression and looked at the two parties involved.

"It does say No. 2 and No. 5."

"How could there be two people?"

Seeing this fact being confirmed by his companions one by one, No. 5, who was heartbroken, quickly stepped forward and struggled without giving up, "Could it be that the program team made a mistake..."

"I think it's unlikely." No. 3 shook his head honestly, "Aren't there people who know how to split the bill when buying something? Could it be that they were referring to this, so..."

No. 1 nodded, agreeing with this guess.

"I think what No. 3 said makes sense. The program team probably designed this kind of express delivery with reference to the setting of joint orders."

The program team made no mistakes, but No. 5 was a little disappointed.

He thought he could use this loophole to escape the unpacking of the express this time, but the analysis of his two teammates directly shattered the illusion in his heart.

"I think the probability of making a mistake is still very low. Besides, even if they do make a mistake, there may not be any compensation."

Touching his nose, No. 3 spoke truthfully.

This sentence has a slight meaning of standing up and talking without pain in the back, but the truth is the same.

None of them can be sure whether the program team is wrong, but even if they are wrong, as a weak and controlled party, they have no room to resist.

This is not the real world, so how can we appeal?

The rules of the theater are much crueler than the system of a peaceful world. People without strength naturally have less power to speak. Even if they have any dissatisfaction, they have nowhere to vent their dissatisfaction.

There is no way, people speak softly, and no one will listen to their grievances.

The theater is not a charity, and even if it claims to pursue fairness, it is impossible for it to follow the weak people it despises to clean up the mess.

Interrupting No. 5 who was about to say something else, No. 2 took the express box and put it at his feet, "No matter what the process is, the result now has become that the two of us have to bear the burden of this who-knows-what."

Things, you have this time to discuss those things that are available and not available, why not open the box as soon as possible and accept the reality."

His tone was strong, with a hint of coercion that could not be refuted, and his aura was so strong that No. 5 unconsciously listened to his words.

Looking at his teammates who had no independent opinions and were being led around by others, No. 1 frowned but didn't say anything.

Now let No. 5 continue to make hesitant decisions, it is better to place more hope on No. 2, and the probability of the two of them being safe will be greater.

The express box was opened quickly.
Chapter completed!