Chapter 1918 U Transcendence Event (IX).

Chapter 1892 U Beyond Event (IX)

"I, I didn't mean it." Carol said a little flustered: "I just didn't throw it right."

"Heh." The clown slapped the table heavily, sneered and said: "I see you don't trust us at all, and you want to leave yourself a way out. You want to use burning the house as a trump card, and you are worried that we won't light the fire, so you use the shaking hand to create opportunities for yourself!"

"What did you say?! You bastard, how could I do that?! I, I actually just... Who let this damn rule make me so nervous?!"

"Look, look, you start to find excuses from the rules again." The clown grinned, looked around, then crossed his arms and stared at Carol gloomily and said: "We shouldn't give this stupid woman a chance. She never considered other people's feelings from beginning to end. I think we should stop here and play according to the original rules."

Carol's eyebrows stood up in anger, but she lost her confidence when she counted the matches in her hand.

She just threw in a match. According to the rules, she can throw in two more, but it's useless.

Just now, Schiller and the clown both threw two matches, and they have 8 matches left. If she and Katie both throw 3 matches, they will have 7 matches left.

Then in clockwise order, after this round of throwing, the people will have 8, 8, 7, and 7 matches left. After abolishing the rock-paper-scissors rule, there will be 5, 5, 4, 4 matches left in the next round. After another round, it will be 2, 2, 1, 1. Then Schiller will throw two matches, the clown will throw two matches, and Katie will throw one match. Carol will still be eliminated.

At this point in the situation, Carol still cannot guarantee that anyone will have 4 or more matches left. If the rule is abolished now, she will definitely lose.

So, she took a deep breath and explained with her limited patience: "Believe me, I really didn't mean it. I used to be a superpower, but now I'm not allowed to use my superpowers. It's hard for me to control my limbs so accurately. Besides, as long as no one jumps over, the fire won't burn the house."

The other three people were noncommittal. Carol gritted her teeth and stamped her feet and said, "Then I'll throw two matches this time, okay?"

Schiller sighed lightly and stood up again and said, "Okay, there's no point in blaming. In fact, if there are still a few rounds, no one can guarantee that they won't miss. The fire will always be lit. Just like Ms. Carol said, it doesn't matter if the brazier doesn't rise."

Carol looked at Schiller with some gratitude. After throwing two matches, Schiller turned around and played rock-paper-scissors with the clown.

Katie stared at the two people's movements nervously. She wanted to know if Schiller and the clown agreed on any secret code to determine the type of their punches.

After the last round, she had the fewest matches in her hand, which meant that she had the biggest advantage now. If she could beat the Joker and Carol again, she would be sure to win.

This time the Joker played Scissors again, but Schiller played Paper. After Schiller lost, the Joker grinned and said, "You have to choose Skip, my friend."

Suddenly, the other two opened their eyes wide.

But the Joker only showed a terrifying smile.

Carol and Katie both wanted to know if Schiller would still abide by the rules and continue playing. Schiller hesitated for a moment, sighed, and took back his hand on the matches.

Carol felt very confused. Losing the opportunity to throw three matches at once meant that Schiller's chance of winning was cut in half, but he was bound to win. How could he allow himself to fall into this situation?

If it were me, I would just turn my back on the game. It wasn't the organizer's rule anyway. If I threw it in forcefully, I wouldn't be punished. More importantly, I could use this to threaten the clown to take back his decision, but Schiller did nothing.

"I'll jump over it," Schiller said.

A light "da da da" sound came from the ceiling, and several people looked up. As expected, the chain began to tighten slowly and gradually rise.

As mentioned before, the chain itself was in a loose state, so the brazier did not reach a height of 30 centimeters from the table when it rose for the first time, and it was just a dozen centimeters away, and the flame in the brazier did not burn high.

This made Carol feel relieved. If Schiller was the one with the biggest disadvantage now, she would not want to die together. If she could win, why would she kill herself?

But watching the brazier slowly rise, Katie became more and more certain of her guess in her heart - the biggest evidence was the brazier's chain.

This brazier is not very large, with an estimated diameter of only 30 to 40 centimeters, and it is unlikely to exceed half a meter including the edge, but the way the brazier is fixed is very strange.

Many people have seen in movies and TV shows that castles using braziers often use three chains to hang the braziers, because this is a very simple physical knowledge, the triangle is the most stable, and at the very least, the chains hanging the brazier are concentrated at the top to one point, so that the side can also form a triangle, which is relatively stable.

But this brazier is not like this, it is hung by four chains, and the four chains are straight up and down, completely parallel, which is not the way ordinary braziers should be hung.

What is more obvious is that the two sides of the square formed by the four chains are parallel to the players and the two sides are perpendicular to the players, which is equivalent to the square being placed upright on the table, with a player in front of each side, and the four corners pointing to places where there is no one.

Parallelograms are inherently unstable, and this peculiar way of hanging must have its reasons.

Carol also looked at the brazier that was gradually leaving the table, thinking about these things. When the brazier was placed on the table, she didn't feel anything, but once it was suspended in the air, some weird things would be magnified.

She didn't think of any force analysis, but she just felt that the brazier looked weird. If you say it is hung with four ropes, why not make it square? Such a small round basin still needs four chains?

But at this moment, the clown staggered as if he was drunk, and pressed down his elbow on the table, and the table was shaken by his collision.

"What are you doing?!" Carol roared angrily.

But the next second, she was somewhat shocked to see the brazier shaken by the shaking table, and the flames on it suddenly grew bigger.

Instantly, Carol realized a terrible fact - pushing the brazier is the real way to play this game!

And the person opposite her is a lunatic!!!

Carol could almost immediately feel the cold sweat on her palms. Her legs softened, and she supported her arms on the table, but she was a little powerless. She gritted her teeth and held her breath, trying to push the brazier directly to the face of the lunatic opposite.

But just a second before she took action, the clown hugged his arms and said with a smile: "You must not have studied mathematics and physics? If you push now, the other side of the brazier will hit the table."

Carol paused. Although she did not understand any theoretical data, she could imagine the scene.

The four iron chains are firmly fixed to the edge of the brazier through the small holes, but there is no pulley to ensure that the brazier will not flip over. If you want to push the brazier, you must not touch the hot lower half. You can only push the edge with your hands. However, if you give too much downward force, this side of the brazier is likely to hit the table, causing the charcoal to spill out.

Although there is a vigorous brazier burning in the wooden house, the air is extremely cold. They began to realize the real way to play this game. What kind of match throwing is a cover. After the flame is lit, it is another kind of push-hand game.

No wonder the rules limit activities within one meter of the table. Going out of bounds is considered a violation. If this is really a simple arithmetic game, there is no point in setting boundaries.

In essence, it is to find a way to push the brazier to someone else, either to smash it out of bounds, or to make him go out of bounds because of dodging. As long as one person is eliminated, the remaining three will automatically win. This is the fastest way to win.

But no one dared to make a move now, because the brazier was not high enough. If it hit the table and fell over, it would be all over.

Katie thought she had seen through it early on. Schiller had actually realized the essence of this game a long time ago, so he made such a rule, because he knew that the advantage in the match-throwing game was useless.

But in this case, couldn't she just choose to skip twice and then start pushing? Why make such a complicated rule?

Katie was a little puzzled, but the clown had already pulled her to play rock-paper-scissors.

Katie was absent-minded because of thinking, and forgot to observe the clown's punching pattern. She casually played cloth, and the clown played scissors again.

The clown picked up three matches and threw them into the fire, and then began to move his wrists, as if he would immediately push the brazier to the face of this damn stupid woman after this round.

Katie saw that Carol's hands were shaking when playing rock-paper-scissors. She tried to concentrate on watching the changes in Carol's hand muscles. The next second, the fist won!

Katie cheered in her heart, but she could see the current situation clearly. Now no one took action because the position of the brazier was not good. Maybe someone would take the initiative to take action the moment the brazier was raised, and the other person would suffer.

So she must not skip this round, because if the brazier was raised in her round, although it was possible that Carol and the Joker would push each other, what if Schiller on the opposite side took action?

Katie saw the structure of the brazier clearly, and she knew that this structure was most conducive to the opposite side pushing each other, and it would be difficult to push at an angle, so the person she should be most wary of was the opposite side.

Katie took a deep breath, swallowed her saliva, took out three matches and threw them into the brazier, and the flames burned more vigorously.

She estimated in her heart that there was another opportunity to take action, that is, the temperature of the brazier.

The temperature of this brazier was not low when it was put down, and there were a lot of red-hot charcoal in it, but after the open fire was lit, it was different after all.

Although this is an unrealistic game, anyone with a little common sense knows that the brazier will get hotter and hotter, not only will it burn the person who is hit, but the person who pushes the brazier will also be burned.

It seems that it will be in the next round, Katie thought, the next time it is the clown's turn, he will definitely take action to eliminate Carol. This is Schiller and the clown's plan.

Carol turned around and played rock-paper-scissors with Schiller. This time, Schiller won. Schiller nodded to Carol and said, "Two matches, ma'am."

Carol did not relax at all. She threw two matches into the brazier with a pale face. Then it was Schiller's turn to play rock-paper-scissors with the clown. Schiller won again and threw three matches into the fire.

Finally, it was the clown's turn.

Katie repeatedly recalled her guess in her heart and found that Schiller and the clown were looking at her. She felt more and more that her guess must be correct.

And she also mastered the pattern of the clown's punches. From beginning to end, this madman only used scissors.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

Katie's rock defeated the clown's scissors.

"Choose to jump over!"

"I jump over!"

The firelight when the brazier rose reflected Carol's stunned face. One hand pressed on the belly of the brazier and pushed it hard with the greatest force.

"Bang!"

A figure flew backwards, while Carol was still standing there in astonishment, staring at Katie who was hit by Schiller.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Katie covered her scalded and peeling chest and jaw, and screamed sharply.

But Carol noticed that what flowed out of Katie's wound was not blood, but some disgusting black and gray mud.

"Contestant-Mud Face violated the rules and crossed the line, and was eliminated!"

"Bang!"

Countless mud splashed, and there was no human tissue left in the center of the explosion, only a pool of mud that gradually collapsed.

Carol was stunned.

"What the hell is going on??!"

Blindly guessing that someone has no knowledge in his brain