If the phrase "rules are absolute" still applies to this second "game", then what is written on the mask is the key to cracking it.

But how do we crack it?

When will the harpoon be launched?

"The clock never stops"...

Could it be every minute?

Qi Xia turned his head and looked at the mantel clock on the table. It was already 1:30. If "every minute" is the time for the harpoon to be launched, then there is less than ten minutes left.

"Rotate a hundred times in the direction of your hometown"...

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

If they think in the wrong direction, they will easily waste these ten minutes.

But in this room, besides himself, what else can be "rotated"?

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

He leaned forward and gently touched the mantel clock, but found that it was firmly fixed to the table and couldn't move at all.

"The clock can't move, could it be the chair?"

Qi Xia looked down at the chair he was sitting on. It was an old, musty-smelling ordinary chair placed casually on the ground, with no mechanisms.

If that's the case, then there's only...

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

But the table was heavy, and even with a lot of effort, he could only turn it a few centimeters.

"A hundred times..."

This number definitely couldn't be completed by just two or three people. The nine people present needed to work together to turn the table in order to have a chance of survival.

Lin Qin keenly caught Qi Xia's actions and shouted to stop everyone.

Everyone walked to the table and saw that it could indeed be rotated.

"You're really something, a trickster." Qiao Jiajin nodded and said, "Let's rotate this table a hundred times, and we should be able to open the invisible door."

Qi Xia looked at the clock again. Although time was running out, the problem now became more pure.

Rotating this round table in the direction of "hometown" was nothing more than two answers.

To the left, or to the right.

But everyone's hometowns were in different directions, so how could they determine whether to go left or right?

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

"The hint says 'never stops', so it should be at 1:15." Qi Xia whispered.

Qiao Jiajin's expression changed after hearing this. "Then there's less than ten minutes left? Let's start rotating quickly."

Dr. Zhao moved the body lying on the table to the side and sat down slowly. He reached out and tested the weight of the table, saying, "But we only have one chance. If we rotate this heavy table a hundred times and choose the wrong direction, what should we do?"

"Then we still have a fifty percent chance of survival!" Qiao Jiajin said anxiously, "If we don't move, we'll die no matter what. If we rotate, there's a fifty percent chance of surviving. Let's hurry!"

After speaking, he exerted all his strength to start rotating the table to the left.

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

"What are you all standing there for?! Help out!" Qiao Jiajin shouted at everyone.

The remaining people knew that Qiao Jiajin made sense and could only temporarily help him rotate the table.

There was no correct answer now, they could only take a gamble.

But Qi Xia still didn't move.

He didn't know where to think.

Left, or right?

Why is the keyword "hometown"...

Everyone is Chinese, so is it "east"?

North up, south down, west left, east right, is the answer "right"?

Then what about the people living in the west?

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

Qi Xia closed his eyes slightly, intending to use the two bodies to block himself, but if everyone else died and the next game came, what should he do...

"It's not time to give up on them yet."

Qi Xia whispered to himself, then reached out and grabbed a piece of white paper from the rotating table. He picked up a pen, stood up, and walked to the side, finding a vacant spot to sit down. He began to write something with a "brush brush" sound.

Although the others were somewhat puzzled, their actions did not stop. They had already rotated the table more than ten times.

"If he hadn't introduced himself as a 'trickster', I would have thought that guy was a mathematician." Qiao Jiajin said to Tian Tian beside him.

Tian Tian felt a little dizzy from spinning just now and could only nod perfunctorily.

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

"Hometown...?"

His mind was racing, and suddenly he thought of something.

"Hold on a minute..." Qi Xia widened his eyes, "If the 'organizer' has such great powers and can find people with similar experiences from so many provinces, then 'province' is also a key point, right?"

He turned around and looked at the people who were rotating the table, and asked seriously, "Did anyone lie about their hometown just now?"

Everyone shook their heads.

After all, "hometown" involves accents and expression habits, and lies are easy to expose.

"Very well." Qi Xia nodded slightly, "Now please take turns telling me your hometowns again."

Officer Li spoke first, "I'm from Inner Mongolia."

Qi Xia drew a black dot in the position of Inner Mongolia.

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

"I'm from Shanxi..." Tian Tian said.

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

"Guangdong." Qiao Jiajin said.

"I'm from Ningxia." Psychological counselor Lin Qin said.

"I work in Jiangsu." Dr. Zhao said.Qi Xia marked everyone's hometowns on the map one by one, and then wrote his own 'Shan Dong'.

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the writer Han Yimo, because he had never mentioned his hometown from the beginning.

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

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

"Time is pressing, answer me first."

"I'm from Guangxi..."

Qi Xia nodded, leaving only two provinces for Han Yimo.

Guangxi Province and Taiwan Province.

If his answer was not one of these two, then he would be telling a huge lie.

Fortunately, he told the truth.

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

"Just as I thought."

Qi Xia said in a low voice, "Stop quickly, turn right."

"Right?"

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

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Although everyone was a bit puzzled, they also started to turn with him.

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

"Why 'right'?"