Chapter 625 Seeking Poison in the Wilderness (Twenty-One)

When Clams heard Brother Jue's request, his expression changed slightly. Two seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Haha... you sound very confident, Stephen." At this point, he said slightly After a pause, he glanced at the floating camera beside him calmly, and then said, "But... your request does not meet the rules of the competition..."

"Then what does it matter?" Feng Bujue interrupted the other party, "According to the normal process, it should be 'every time you receive a challenge, you can receive an item', right?"

Although Brother Jue didn't know the complete rules of the game, he roughly guessed this based on the information he knew.

"That's right." Clams replied, and his answer confirmed Brother Jue's speculation.

"Then..." Feng Bujue continued, "What's wrong with my request now?" He spread his hands, "I didn't ask you to give me all five items in one breath... all I want is It's just a challenge." He tilted his head and said in a rather confusing tone, "The idea of ​​​​your program team is nothing more than...let the contestants first listen to the content of a challenge, and then choose an item to complete...that is, 'take one Choose one setting." He showed a confident expression, "And I... only need to receive one item to complete five challenges. Objectively speaking... this is not an excessive request. It’s a concession, isn’t it?”

"Haha... you are very good at talking, Stephen." Clams replied with a smile without thinking much, "But you can't fool me." He took off his backpack and put it on the ground, "First of all, I don't need you. Come and tell me... what exactly is the idea of ​​​​our program team." He raised his hand with his palm facing up and made some gestures in conjunction with the words, "Secondly, your request is not actually a 'concession'. , that is a very effective means of obtaining intelligence... I think you actually know this in your heart." He shook his head gently. "Third... Even if I have no objection to such a request that is obviously inconsistent with the rules, I have no right..."

Shasha——chichichi——

Just at this moment, the intercom on Clams rang.

"Bell, can you hear me? I'm not deaf yet. Please reply immediately." A voice that was not deaf came from the phone.

Clams immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "I'm Bell, please speak."

"You go a few steps forward, stand together with Mr. Carbon, and put the walkie-talkie between the two of you." Huidi replied.

Clams didn't reply, he just raised his head. He glanced at the camera next to him, and then did as the director said.

About five seconds later, Clams stood one meter in front of Brother Jue and raised the walkie-talkie to the same height as his shoulder (his own shoulder, not Feng Bujue's).

"Mr. Carbon, can you hear me clearly?" At this time, the person on the other end of the intercom who was still deaf spoke again.

"Okay, it's very clear." Feng Bujue responded.

While responding, Brother Jue was also thinking rapidly about the identity and purpose of the other party.

"I'm the chief director. We met once before the game. Do you remember?" He said again.

"Hmm..." To be cautious, Feng Bujue chose to respond speciously. Neither admit nor deny...

After all, the person who has never gone deaf is "Stephen Carbon" himself, not Feng Bujue at this moment. Brother Jue doesn't know which song he is singing now.

"Bell, can you hear me too?" He was still deaf and did not have any doubts about Brother Jue's answer, so he took advantage of the situation and said another word to Bell.

"You can hear it," Clams replied.

"Okay... then, I'll get straight to the point..." Huidi said. "First of all... there will be no record of the conversation between the three of us at this moment. So, let me just say it straight... Mr. Carbon. I want you to lose."

"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed and his tone became serious.

"Don't get excited, just listen to what I have to say." Huidi continued, "Mr. Carbon, your performance before was very good. Even apart from those crazy performances you did to confuse us... your other abilities are also good. The highest level ever." He changed the subject, "So, you must lose."

If someone else heard this, they would definitely ask - "Why?"

But Feng Bujue didn't ask, because he had already thought of a conclusion: "Oh... the so-called 'the strong will never win' principle, right?"

"Ha! So you know this too." Huidi smiled and continued, "Mr. Tan, it seems that you are also very proficient in the techniques of our industry... I will definitely cooperate with you if I have the opportunity in the future."

"Ah... I have also watched some reality shows, and I have seen through your tricks a long time ago." Feng Bujue said feebly, "In addition to 'balancing', there is another trick... the strongest one. You must not win. No matter cooking, singing, dancing, putting on makeup, or surviving in the wild... in short, the one who wins in the end is definitely not the strongest one. This way of doing it... makes the show suspenseful and interesting, and conveys it subconsciously. The concept that 'it's not that the strong will win, but that the winning person is stronger' seems to have some kind of positive energy in it, but to put it bluntly...it's just a dirty deal full of money."

"Mr. Carbon..." After hearing Brother Jue's words, Hui Deaf changed his tone slightly, "You..." Suddenly, he raised his voice, "...It's great that you can understand us! Hahahaha!" He said He actually burst out laughing, "In that case, you should have guessed what I'm going to tell you next, right?"

“Of course.” Feng Bujue also smiled. He looked at the camera and gave a “you know” expression, then said, “Tell me… the content of our ‘deal’…”

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On the other side, more than ten minutes later, on the other side of the island…

At this time, Graybeard was standing by the guardrail of the submarine deck, facing the sea, brushing his teeth and washing his face.

The cup he used to brush his teeth was specially made, and the handle of the cup was installed right above, so that he could hook it up with a hook…

His towel was also specially designed, very much like the kind of mop that can be wrung out by rotating the handle. As long as one hand and one hook cooperate, the water can be wrung out.

“Captain, Tom and the others are back.” A crew member’s report interrupted Graybeard’s washing.

Graybeard spit out the water in his mouth, turned around, and blew the foam on his beard: “Fu——what’s going on? Why so fast?”

Before he finished speaking, he had limped to the other side of the deck.

Graybeard saw Tom from a distance, and he immediately shouted: "Asshole! You're back after just a shit? Are you kidding me?"

"Don't dare..." Tom quickly shook his head and waved his hands, and replied in panic, "Captain... please listen to my explanation."

"Tell me, what's going on..." Graybeard was stunned when he said this, because he found that there was a person sitting behind Tom and several other crew members who went to investigate...

It was a white man, who looked about 30 years old, with brown eyes and brown hair, long hair and sloppy beard, and wearing a retro suit.

"Who is this hippie?" Graybeard walked up to Tom and squinted at the stranger sitting on the deck.

"Captain, this is the prisoner I caught in the woods by the beach." Tom replied.

"Prisoner?" Graybeard walked to Lippus with a suspicious look on his face, looked at the latter and asked, "Boy, what do you do? Why are you on this island?"

"Huh?" Lippus sat on the ground like a puddle of mud, and replied lazily, "I was going to ask you? What do you do? Are you a supporting role arranged by the program team? Why did you force me to come to this submarine?" As he spoke, he looked Graybeard up and down, and then he actually laughed, "Hehe... man, who designed your look? The clothes and appearance are all so tacky... and, how long has your director not watched a pirate movie? Nowadays, pirate captains are generally played by handsome men with decadent appearance but elegant temperament. How can they find... uh... not targeting you... how can they find such a rough uncle to play?"

When he finished speaking, the actions of everyone on the deck... stopped.

For a while, people could only hear the sound of the sea breeze.

After a full minute, Graybeard came to his senses and realized that there was nothing wrong with his ears.

So, he smiled in anger and asked the pus-split a question with a kind face: "Hey, little brother, what's your name?" (To be continued...)