Thriller Paradise

When Mulls heard the request of the brother, his expression changed slightly. Two seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Oh... you are very confident, Stephen." After a pause, he quietly glanced at the floating camera beside him, and then said again, "But... your request is not in line with the rules of the game..."

"What does it matter?" Feng Shu interrupted the other party. "According to the normal process, it should be ‘Every time you receive a challenge, you can get an item, right?’

Although he did not know the complete rules of the game, he guessed this with his known information.

"Yes." Muirs replied, and his answer confirmed the speculation of Jue.

"So..." Feng Jie did not know, "What can I do now?" He spread his hands. "I didn't let you give me all five items in one go... All I want is "There is nothing more than a challenge." He overtook his head and used a rather confusing tone. "The idea of ​​your program is nothing more than... let the player listen to a challenge first, then pick an item to complete..." Choose a 'set.' He showed a confident expression. "And I... as long as I get an item, I can do five challenges. Objectively speaking... this is not a matter of excessive demand, but instead A concession, isn't it?"

"Oh... you can talk, Steven." Mulls barely thought about it, and smiled back. "But you can't fool me." He took off his backpack and placed it on the floor. "First, I don't need you." Tell me... 'What is the idea of ​​our program group?' He raised his hand to the palm of his hand and gestured with words. "Secondly, your request is not a 'concession'. In fact That is a very effective means of intelligence acquisition... I think this is actually clear in your heart." He shook his head slightly. "Third... like this kind of request that has obvious discrepancies with the rules, even if I have no opinion, I have no right..."

Shasha - 叱叱 -

Just at this time, the intercom on Mullers rang.

"Bell, can you hear it? I haven't heard it yet, please hear it immediately." There was no sound in the phone.

Muirs immediately copied the intercom: "I am Bell, please."

"You go a few more steps forward, stand with Mr. Carbon and take the walkie-talkie between the two of you." Not yet replied.

Mules did not answer, he just looked up. I rubbed the camera lens next to my eyes and then did it according to the director's words.

About five seconds later, Muller stood at the height of one meter in front of him, and raised the intercom to the height of his shoulders (it was his own shoulder, not sealed).

"Mr. Carbon, can you listen to me?" At this time, the speaker did not say anything about it.

"Yes, very clear." Feng did not feel the way.

In response to the response, the mind of the brother is also rapidly thinking about the identity and purpose of the other party.

"I am the chief director yet. We have seen one side before the game, do you remember?"

"Well..." To be cautious, the choice was plausible. Neither recognize nor deny...

After all, the person who has seen it before is "Steven. Carbon" himself, not at the moment. I don’t know what it’s like to sing now.

"Bell, can you hear it?" There was no doubt that he did not doubt the answer to the brother. He also said something to Bell.

"Listen." Muirs replied.

"Well... then, I will open the door..." Not yet snarled. "First of all... the conversations of the three of us at the moment will not have any records. So, let me just say... Mr. Carbon. I want you to lose."

"What do you say?" The seal changed his eyes and his tone sank.

"Don't be excited, listen to me and finish the conversation." Not yet answered. "Mr. Carbon, your performance before is very good, even if you open the crazy performances to confuse us... your other abilities are also The highest level ever.” He turned the corner. “So you have to lose.”

If you change this to someone else, you will definitely ask, "Why?"

But I didn’t even ask, because he had already thought of a conclusion: “Oh... the so-called “strong victorious” principle is right?”

"Ha! You know this too." I still didn't smile and answered. "Mr. Carbon, it seems that you are very proficient in the skills of our line... I will have to cooperate with you in the future."

"Ah... I have also seen some reality shows. Your little tricks have already been seen by me." Fengshou felt weak and weak. "In addition to 'balance,' there is a set that is... the strongest one. Must not win. No matter cooking, singing, dancing, make-up, survival in the wild... In short, the final winner is definitely not the strongest. In this way, it seems that the show has suspense, a look, and conveys in the subconscious. 'Not a strong person will win, but a winner is stronger', as if there is some positive energy in it. But to put it... the back is just a dirty deal with copper smell."

"Mr. Carbon..." After listening to the words of the brother, the tone changed slightly. "You..." Suddenly, he raised his voice. "...you can understand that we are so good! Hahahaha!" I actually laughed. "In this case, what am I going to say to you, should you guess?"

"Of course." The seal didn't even laugh. He shot the camera and cast a "you know" expression, and then said, "Let's say...the content of our ‘transaction’...”

............

The words are divided into two, after more than ten minutes, the other side of the island...

At this time, the gray beard is standing on the side of the guardrail of the submarine deck, facing the sea, brushing his teeth and washing his face.

The cup for brushing his teeth is specially made, and the handle of the cup is placed directly above, so that he can hook it up with a hook...

His towel is also specially designed, much like a mop that can be wrung with a rotating handle. Wring the water with one hand and one hook.

"Captain, Tom, they are back." The cries of a crew member interrupted the washing of the gray beard.

The gray beard spit out the water in his mouth, turned around, and blew the foam on his beard: "Fu--what? How fast?"

The voice did not fall, he had limped toward the other side of the deck.

Throughout the distance, the gray beard saw Tom's figure, and he immediately shouted: "Bastard! Just a bubble of time, you are back? Are you kidding me?"

"Don't dare to..." Tom shook his head and waved back in amazement. "Captain...you listen to me."

"Quickly say, how is this going back..." Gray Beard stumbled when he said this, because he found that Tom and several other crew members who were investigating were still sitting alone...

It was a white man who looked like he was about thirty years old, with brown eyes and brown hair, long hair and a retro suit.

"Who is this hippie?" Gray beard went to Tom and squinted at the stranger sitting on the deck.

"Report the captain, this is the captive I caught in the woods by the beach." Tom replied.

"Captive?" Gray beard took the suspiciously to the front of the cracked pus and looked at the latter and asked, "Boy, what are you doing? Why is it on this island?"

"Ha?" The cracked pus sits on the ground like a muddy mud, and looks back lazily. "I want to ask you? What are you doing? The dragons set by the program group? Why do you force me to this? The submarine is coming up?" He talked about the gray beard up and down. Then he laughed. "Oh... dude, who is this model? Are you dressed and scum? Ah... Also, how long have you been a director who hasn’t watched a pirate movie? The pirate captain of this year is usually looking for a handsome man with a decadent appearance but elegant temperament. How can I find it... oh...not For you... How can I find such a rough uncle to play?"

When his words were finished, the movements of everyone on the deck... stopped.

For a time, people can only hear the sound of the sea breeze.

After a full minute, the gray beard was slowed down and realized that there was no problem with his ears.

So, he was extremely angry and smiled. He asked a question about the pus in a good face: "This little brother, what is your name?" (To be continued.)