Thriller Paradise

When clamshell heard brother Jue's request, his expression changed slightly. Two seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and smiled."Haha ... You sound very confident, Stephen." At this point, he paused for a moment and glanced at the floating camera next to him. Then he continued,"but ... Your requirements don't quite meet the rules of the competition ..."

"What does that matter?" Feng bujue interrupted the man."According to the normal procedure, I should be able to claim an item for every challenge I accept, right?"

Even though brother Jue did not know the full rules of the competition, based on the information he had, he could roughly guess that.

"That's right. " Clamshell replied, and his answer confirmed brother Jue's speculation.

"Then ..." Feng bujue continued,"what's wrong with my current request?" He spread out his hands."I didn't ask you to give me all five items in one go ... I just want to challenge you." He tilted his head and said in a rather confusing tone,"the idea of the festival Group is nothing more than ... To let the contestants listen to the content of a challenge first and then choose an item to complete it ... Which is the setting of 'one after the other'." He revealed a confident expression."As for me ... As long as I receive an item, I can go and do five challenges. Objectively speaking ... This is not an excessive request, but a kind of concession, isn't it?"

"Haha ... You're good with words, Steven." Toads didn't think much before replying with a smile,"but you can't fool me." He took off his backpack and placed it on the ground."First of all, I don't need you to tell me ... What's the plan of our Jie Ji group '." He raised his hand, his palm facing up, and made some hand gestures to match his words."Secondly, your request is not some 'concession'. In fact, it's a very effective way to obtain information ... I think you know this in your heart. " He shook his head gently."Thirdly ... For such a request that is obviously inconsistent with the rules, even if I have no objections, I have no right to ..."

Shasha!

Just then, the walkie-talkie on clamshell's body rang.

"Bell, can you hear me? I'm not deaf, please reply immediately if you can hear me. " A voice that wasn't deaf came from the phone.

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

"Take a few more steps forward and stand together with Mr. Carbon. Hold the walkie-talkie between you two." Not deaf replied.

Clamshell didn't reply. He only raised his head, glanced at the camera beside him, and then did as the director said.

About five seconds later, clamshell was standing one meter away from brother Jue. He raised the walkie-talkie to the same height as his shoulder (it was his own shoulder, not Feng bujue).

"Mr. Carbon, can you hear me?" At this time, not deaf spoke again on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Yes, very clear." Feng bujue replied.

As he responded, brother Jue's mind was also rapidly considering the other party's identity and purpose.

"I'm the Executive Director, so I'm not deaf. We met before the game, do you still remember?" Not deaf said.

"Hmm ..." To be on the safe side, Feng bujue chose to give a vague answer. He neither admitted nor denied it ...

After all, Stephen was the only person who had not gone deaf. If it was carbon himself and not the current Feng bujue, brother Jue had no idea what he was doing.

"Bale, you can hear that too, right?" Not deaf did not doubt brother Jue's answer, so he said something to Bell.

"I can hear you," Clamshell replied.

"Okay ... Then, I'll get straight to the point ..." Not deaf said,"first of all, there will be no record of our conversation at this moment. So, I'll be Frank ... Mr. Carbon, I want you to lose. "

"What did you just say?" Feng bujue's eyes changed, and his tone darkened.

"Don't get too excited. Let me finish. " "Mr. Carbon, your previous performance was very good," he said."Even if you put aside the crazy performance you put up to confuse us ... Your other abilities are the best in history." He changed the topic."Therefore, you must lose."

If anyone else heard this, they would definitely ask Wanwan,"why?"

But Feng bujue did not ask because he had come to a conclusion."Oh ... The so-called 'the strong can not win' principle, right?"

"Ha! So you know about this too. " Not deaf laughed and said,"Mr. Carbon, it seems like you're very familiar with the techniques of our industry ... I'll definitely work with you if there's a chance in the future."

"Ah ... I've watched some reality shows too. I've already seen through your little tricks." Feng bujue said weakly,"other than 'balancing the game', the other thing is ... The strongest one must not win. No matter if it was cooking, singing, dancing, putting on makeup, or surviving in the wild ... In short, the final champion would definitely not be the strongest. This way ... It would make the show more suspenseful and interesting. It would also subconsciously convey the idea that 'it's not that the strong person will win, but that the winner is stronger', as if there was some kind of positive energy in it. But to put it bluntly ... It's just a dirty deal that reeks of the stench of money behind the scenes. "

"Mr. Carbon ..." Before he finished listening to brother Jue, his tone changed."You ..." Suddenly, he raised his voice."It's great that you can understand us! Hahahaha!" He actually laughed out loud."In that case, you should have guessed what I'm going to tell you next, right?"

"Of course," Feng bujue laughed as well. He shot a 'you know' emoji at the camera and said,"tell me ... The content of our 'deal'..."

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Ten minutes later, on the other side of the island ...

At this time, the gray-bearded man 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. The handle of the cup was installed directly above, so that he could hook it up with a hook ...

His towel was also specially designed. It was like a mop that could be wrung dry by rotating the handle. As long as one hand and a hook worked together, the water could be wrung dry.

"Captain, Tom and the others are back." A crew member's report interrupted gray Beard's washing.

The grey-bearded man spat out the water in his mouth, turned around, and blew off the foam on his beard."What is fufufufu doing? How did he do it so quickly?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he had already limped over to the other side of the deck.

From afar, the grey-bearded man saw Tom's figure and immediately shouted,""Bastard! You've returned after soaking in shit? Are you playing with me?"

"I wouldn't dare ..." Tom quickly shook his head and waved his hands. He replied with a panicked expression,"Captain ... Please listen to my explanation."

"Tell me, what's going on ..." The gray-bearded man was stunned when he said this because he realized that there was someone sitting behind Tom and the other crew members who had gone to investigate ...

It was a white man who looked to be in his thirties. He had brown eyes, brown hair, and long hair. He was wearing a retro suit.

"Who's this hippie?" The gray-bearded man walked up to Tom and glanced at the stranger sitting on the deck.

"Captain, this is a captive I caught in the forest by the beach." Tom replied.

"A captive?" The gray-bearded man walked up to the fester with a suspicious look on his face. He looked at the latter and asked,"kid, what do you do? Why did you appear on this Island?"

"Ha?" Lie Miao sat on the ground like a pile of mud and replied lazily,"I should be the one asking you. What do you do? Was he an extra arranged by the festival team? Why did you force me onto this submarine?" As he spoke, he sized up the grey-bearded man and laughed."Ha ... Brother, who designed your style? The clothes and the appearance are all so old-fashioned ... Also, how long has it been since your director last watched a pirate movie? The captain of a pirate ship these days is usually a handsome man with a decadent appearance but an elegant temperament. How can you find a ... Uh ... Not specifically for you ... How can you find such a rough uncle to play the role?"

When he finished speaking, everyone on the deck ... Stopped.

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

After a full minute, the grey-bearded man finally came back to his senses and realized that there was nothing wrong with his ears.

So, he laughed out of anger and asked the fester with a kind face,""Little brother, what's your name?" (To be continued.) "If you like this work, you're welcome to come to Qidian.com to give your recommendation and monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please read on M.Qidian.com.)