As the bomb Chen Xiao snapped his fingers, the numbers on their heads changed, and a new round of game continued to begin.

Fang Lu saw that the number of the middle-aged man was 45, the number of the white woman was 29, and the number of the bomb Chen Xiao was 82.

Fang Lu now has one hand and one leg left, and Chen Xiao has two legs left, which is equal to his chances, while the white woman has only one leg left, while the middle-aged man has no limbs.

The bomb Chen Xiao asked Fang Lu to report the number, and he reported the number 29 for the white woman, and the white woman also quickly said to Fang Lu: "Your number is 67."

67... Fang Lu's heart is slightly deeper. The number of white women is the lowest, and the ability of white women to hide their information is the weakest among them. They may be seen by the bomb Chen Xiao.

Bomb Chen Xiao looked at the middle-aged man and smiled: "You shouldn't need to know your number anymore. Can you tell me what is my number?"

The middle-aged man said coldly: "I have no reason to help you, I will give up on counting."

He hated Fang Lu and the white woman, but he would not help the bomb Chen Xiao. If he had the chance to survive, he would certainly not be willing to give up the opportunity to survive.

Bomb Chen Xiao sighed and said, "Then I will give up on counting."

Then enter the detonation countdown.

The middle-aged man can no longer detonate himself, it depends on whether he can deceive the bomb Chen Xiao.

Bomb Chen Xiao smiled gloomy: "It's not that my number is the smallest. If you want to wait for me to explode, don't dream."

The white woman just looked at Fang Lu in silence. She now has the smallest number. Fang Lu verbally promised to help her once. She dared not speak, for fear that the words would reveal other people's numbers and that they would be punished by the bomb Chen Xiao.

If Fang Lu doesn't help her, she can only detonate her last leg.

"If you weren't the smallest number, would you let one of the three of us be killed?" Fang Lu said slowly: "Don't you want to torture us?"

Bomb Chen Xiao smiled and said, "You can try it. Will I detonate myself and block you for you?"

Fang Lu was silent for a moment, but she chose to detonate one of her arms first.

Bomb Chen Xiao laughed out loud.

"Thank you." The white woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Lu raised his eyebrows. He kept one leg of the white woman in order to keep the hope in the white woman's heart.

If he hadn't detonated one of his arms, the white woman would have been lied to lie to him in order to survive the next round without seeing one leg.

If he is the smallest number and the white woman lies again, he will be in danger.

Of course, Fang Lu can also bet that white women are in the same situation as middle-aged men. In the next round, no matter the number of white women and middle-aged men is the smallest, maybe one of them will die.

But what if the bomb Chen Xiao takes action?

Keeping one of the white woman's legs was not a hasty decision for him.

After the numbers were announced, the game entered a new round.

In this round, Fang Lu and the white woman reported the numbers to each other and found that the smallest number was the middle-aged man!

I have to say that middle-aged men have always had good luck, but no matter how lucky they are, the smallest number is still the middle-aged men's turn.

The middle-aged man didn't know, but even if he knew, he couldn't detonate himself.

But something unexpected was that the bomb Chen Xiao detonated one of his legs and saved the middle-aged man's life.

After the numbers were released, the middle-aged man was so scared that his face turned pale. He could have just said that he had passed by Death.

"I don't want the game to end so quickly." Bomb Chen said cruelly with a smile, the more interesting it is.

This made Fang Lu and the white woman look at each other, but there was no way.

A new round has begun again.

After the number on the head changed again, Chen Xiao asked the white woman to report the number first.

The white woman said to the deer, "Your number is 34."

Fang Lu looked at the white woman and said calmly: "Your number is 21."

The bomb Chen Xiao laughed, "Ms., your number is 19. He is lying to you, you must be careful."

The middle-aged man sneered in his heart, "The bomb Chen Xiao said nothing wrong, the number on the white woman's head was indeed 19, and Fang Lu lied."

"No one will believe anything I say." The middle-aged man said, "I give up on counting."

Fang Lu glanced at the white woman, but he didn't explain.

The white woman looked at the bomb Chen novel: "If my number is the smallest, but if you don't help me, I will die and the game will be over."

"Sorry." Bomb Chen Xiaoshu: "You have one leg yourself, why should I help you? If you don't believe me, then you'll die."

"Stop trying to get discord here." Fang Lu said in a deep voice: "What's the use of saying the numbers are so high?"

The bomb Chen Xiao’s eyes turned, “Of course it’s useful.”

He suspected that the number on his head happened to be 20, but he could not say it either, because once it was said, even if it was confirmed that the number on his head was not 20, no one in this game was the same, and he could not violate his rules.

Bomb Chen Xiao also noticed that the white woman was a little nervous, but this kind of nervousness was normal. After all, she should not be sure whether the person she believed had lie to her?

He looked at Fang Lu, and Fang Lu's physical movements were also difficult to interpret, and he seemed nervous, but it was normal for him to deceive the white woman.

He glanced at the middle-aged man again. The middle-aged man with the number 51 on his head seemed to be expecting something. Are he expecting a white woman to be bombed to death?

The number 30 appears in the middle and the countdown begins.

Bomb Chen Xiao felt that his guess was correct, so should he save the white woman and let the game continue?

No, because he only has one leg left. If he doesn't have this leg, it will be dangerous for him next time. The purpose of the game is to punish these people, kill one person, and let the two people feel the greatest pain.

If he is killed by the bomb, it means that the three of them have completed the promotion, which is not a good thing for him.

And now?

The middle-aged man had been tortured to death at any time, and Fang Lu had only one leg left.

Fang Lu, who made the woman die and only one leg left, survived by lying. Didn’t this person just say that he could not abandon his basic human nature and refused to lie? He should be living in guilt, right?

This ending is acceptable.

Of course, a white woman is willing to blow up one of her legs and let the game continue, and that will be more perfect.

After thinking about the bomb Chen Xiao, a cruel smile appeared on his face, "There are ten seconds left. Is no one detonating it? Maybe something is going to happen this time."

The white woman became even more nervous, and this tension could no longer be concealed.

"Don't listen to him, you must believe me." Fang Lu comforted her in a deep voice.

The white woman gritted her teeth and refused to let herself speak out.
Chapter completed!