end of ten days.

If the saying "rules are absolute" still applies to this second "game," then what's written on the mask is the answer.

But how to solve this?

When will the Harpoon be launched again?

"The clock never stops"...

Is it a quarter past one?

Qi Xia turned his head and looked at the clock on the table, it was already half past one, if "a quarter past one" was the time for the harpoon launch, then there were only less than 10 minutes left.

"Turn a hundred times in the direction of my hometown"...

The hometowns of the nine people present are different, and "one hundred circles" is not a small number.

If they are thinking in the wrong direction, they can easily waste those 10 minutes.

But in this room, besides myself, is there anything else that can "rotate"?

Qi Xia's gaze stayed on the clock in the center of the table.

He leaned out, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the clock, only to find that it was firmly fixed on the table and could not move a bit.

"The clock doesn't move. Could it be a chair?"

Qi Xia looked down at the chair under him, it was an old, ordinary chair with a musty smell, it was placed on the ground randomly, without any mechanisms.

That being the case, then only...

Qi Xia stretched out his hand and turned the table, and sure enough, there was a faint sound of chains coming from inside the table.

But the table is very heavy, and he can only turn the table a few centimeters with a lot of effort.

"One hundred laps..."

This figure is definitely not something that can be accomplished by just two or three people. The nine people present need to work together to turn the table, so as to have a chance of survival.

Lingo keenly caught Qi Xia's movements, so he called everyone to stop.

Everyone went to the table one after another to have a look, and found that the table could indeed be turned.

"It's really yours, liar." Qiao Jiajin nodded and said, "Let's turn this table a hundred times, and we should be able to open the invisible door."

Qi Xia glanced at the clock again, although the time was tight, the problem now became more pure.

Turning this round table a hundred times in the direction of "hometown" is nothing more than two answers.

Go left, or go right.

However, everyone's hometowns are located in the southeast, northwest, and directions. How can they determine whether they are left or right?

"Qi Xia, do you already know when the harpoon will be launched?" Lingo asked, covering his mouth and nose.

"The reminder said that the time was 'non-stop', and it was estimated to be at [-]:[-]. "Qi Xia said softly.

Qiao Jiajin's expression changed after hearing this: "Then there are less than 10 minutes left? Let's start spinning quickly."

Dr. Zhao moved the corpse lying on the table aside, sat down slowly, stretched out his hand to test the weight of the table, and said: "But we only have one chance, such a heavy table turns a hundred times, if the wrong direction what to do?"

"Then there is a 50.00% chance of survival!" Qiao Jiajin said anxiously, "If you don't move, you will die anyway. If you turn around, there is still a [-]% chance of survival. Hurry up!"

After that, he tried his best to turn the table to the left.

Although Qiao Jiajin looked thin and weak, he was very strong, and he turned the table half a circle by himself.

"What are you still doing?! I lost it, help!" Qiao Jiajin yelled at the crowd.

The rest of the people knew that what Qiao Jiajin said was reasonable, so they could only help him around for the time being.

Now there is no right answer at all, so it's just a gamble.

But Qi Xia never moved.

He didn't know where to think.

left, or right?

Why is the key word "hometown"...

Everyone is Chinese, so it is "Oriental"?

Up north and down south, left west and right east, the answer is "right"?

What about those who live in the west?

Or maybe everyone's hometown is related to the "Zuo Zhuan" of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the answer is "Zuo"?

Qi Xia closed his eyes slightly, and originally wanted to use two corpses to block himself, but what if the next game comes when everyone else is dead...

"Now is not the time to give up on them."

Qi Xia thought to himself, then stretched out his hand, grabbed a piece of white paper from the rotating table, picked up a pen, stood up and walked to the side, he found an open space to sit down, and began to "scrape" and write something.

Although everyone was a little puzzled, the movements of their hands still did not stop. So far, they have turned the table more than a dozen times.

"If he hadn't said "liar" when he introduced himself, I would have thought that guy was a mathematician. "Qiao Jiajin said to Tian Tian who was on the side.

Tiantian was a little dizzy from spinning just now, so she could only nod perfunctorily.

This time Qi Xia didn't list the vertical format, but just roughly drew a map of the country on paper.

"hometown……?"

His mind was running fast, and he suddenly thought of something.

"Wait, wait..." Qi Xia's eyes widened, "If the "organizer" is so powerful that he can find people with similar experiences from so many provinces, is the "province" also a key point? "

He turned his head, looked at the people who were turning the table, and asked seriously: "Did any of you lie about the "hometown" issue just now? "

Everyone shook their heads.

After all, "hometown" involves accent and expression habits, and lying is easy to reveal flaws.

"Very good." Qi Xia nodded slightly, "Now please tell me your hometowns one more time in turn."

Officer Li said first, "I am from Inner Mongolia."

Qi Xia stretched out his hand and drew a black dot at the position of Inner Mongolia.

"I'm from Sichuan." Lawyer Zhang Chenze said coldly.

"I'm in Shaanxi..." Tian Tian said.

"Dali, Yunnan." Kindergarten teacher Xiao Ran said.

"Guangdong." Qiao Jiajin said.

"Ningxia people." said Lin Bao, a psychological counselor.

"I work in Jiangsu." Dr. Zhao said.

Qi Xia marked everyone's hometowns on the map one by one, and wrote his own "Shandong".

At this moment, everyone focused their attention on the writer Han Yimo, because he never mentioned his hometown from the beginning.

"Han Yimo, are you from Guangxi or Taiwan?"

Han Yimo was taken aback, and asked, "How do you know?"

"Time is running out, you answer me first."

"I'm from Guangxi..."

Qi Xia nodded. At this time, there were only two provinces left for Han Yimo.

Guangxi Province and Taiwan Province.

If his answer is not one of these two, then he is telling a big lie.

Fortunately he told the truth.

Qi Xia also marked the last province on the map, and there are nine black dots on the sketch at this moment.

"Sure enough."

Qi Xia whispered: "Stop quickly and turn right."

"right?"

Qi Xia quickly ran to the table, threw the white paper on the table, and started to turn the table in the opposite direction.

Although everyone was a little puzzled, they also turned around with him.

Dr. Zhao glanced at the map and the nine black dots on the desktop.

"Why "right"? "