The black world is dotted with blood, and the puppets use their flexible hands to control the lifeless puppets, and enjoy control. However, they do not know that there are countless dense lines tied to them. - "Dark World"

[System tip: The date of death of candidate B's daughter?]

[System prompt: Option 1, April 17th.]

[System prompt: Option 2, April 18th.]

[System prompt: Option 3, April 19th.]

[System prompt: Option 4, still alive.]

"Choose the last one, my daughter is not dead. Although she has been missing for three years, I know that she is still alive."

Speaking of his daughter, candidate B seemed a little calm. Although the word candidate was used on this man who already had a daughter, according to the examiner's words, the three of them, regardless of age, were all candidates in this exam.

Speaking of which, a lot of things can be seen from his words.

"Although she has been missing for three years."

Candidate B's daughter is missing.

Candidate B has always believed that his daughter is still alive over the years, probably to support his belief that he will survive.

Feng Heng was about to enter the answer B said in the iron box according to B's words—

“Option Four.”

Still alive.

But the other one of the three people, C, now tapped words on the mobile phone screen to prevent Feng Heng from doing the next operation.

Feng Heng glanced at the number four that had been entered into the iron box, and was a little stunned, and then he typed a question mark in the chat interface.

"Choose 18 days, that is, option two."

Unexpectedly, although he was clearly the daughter of candidate B, candidate C seemed to be extremely familiar with him and gave the second answer.

April 18th.

In the perception of candidate B, his daughter was just missing and she didn't know whereabouts.

However, in the mouth of candidate C, there seemed to be other progress. Feng Heng did not always listen to candidate B's answer because the clue of this test question was [Candidate B]'s daughter. He felt that everything should not be just a single person's words.

"Wait, A, don't listen to him, listen to mine, choose the eighteenth day."

"What do you mean?!"

Feng Heng understood the current situation of candidate B. He had been missing for three years. His spiritual pillar has been around for many years. At this moment, an irrelevant person said that his daughter was dead and died on a date he didn't know.

April 18th.

Is it the truth?

It is not certain yet, but the war between candidate B and candidate C has just begun.

"She died, I killed it." The words in B's bubble expressed his extremely calm attitude. In fact, he himself was also in reality. "I finally know the purpose of this game."

"You fart! It's impossible! My daughter has just been missing for three years! How could she die in your hands!"

Feng Heng could imagine the current expression of candidate B, and the feeling of the collapse of the spiritual pillar, which seemed to have not experienced it for a long time.

After a "tsk" sound, Feng Heng did not speak, but a bleak smile appeared on his face.

"You talk! Are you lying to me? My daughter cannot die!"

After the excited breath of candidate B calmed down, C then tapped his answer on his phone.

"Seeing this option, I can be sure that I strengthened her and then killed her, just three years ago on April 18th."

"I picked her up in a bar. I thought she was drunk, so I took her home and strengthened her. Later, she suddenly woke up. I wanted to catch her, but she failed. She jumped out of the window and fell to death."

Before candidate B continued to ask questions, C said all his experiences three years ago.

In fact, as a bystander, Feng Heng felt that the two people, B and C, had some problems. What are the problems?

It is probably because of their experience of being participated into the role. They are obviously just participated into the role, so why do they say that the experience of the role is so intriguing? No, right? They won’t be able to do this test they match now, these two people are also consciously substituted like themselves.

But, but, why does it feel...so true?

reality.

That feeling is like two characters in the story, coming to themselves and then explaining these experiences in front of themselves.

It may be a bit contradictory, but it's good to be able to express that meaning.

The two people in the chat interface were still arguing fiercely. Feng Heng sighed and continued to hold his phone and stand next to the iron box with his chest in his arms. He would not care about what the two of them would eventually develop. He only cared about what the final answer to this question was.

Yes, for Feng Heng, he only cares about his own safety. Even if the examiner gives them two choices, he only considers himself first. He just keeps his troops in the quarrel between the other two.

Selfish?

Probably, but human nature is always selfish, isn’t it?

This is the truth.

"What he said is not true! It is definitely not true! A, don't believe him!"

As the biological father of his daughter, B is still arguing for his spiritual pillar.

Feng Heng sighed, "You two are just quarreling, but you still have to involve yourself. You two have a discussion to come up with an answer, and then I will enter it and then I will finish it?"

There is no way, I have to pretend.

"Why am I lying to you? What are the benefits for me?!" C seemed a little impatient.

Soon, Feng Heng's bubble appeared in the chat interface—

"B, why are you sure your daughter is still alive?" Feng Heng paused, "I know it's difficult for you to control your emotions now, but please put aside your personal feelings for the time being and answer me rationally."

"Private feelings aside."

That's right, if you just use your own personal feelings to answer questions, the final answer will never be true.

B seemed to have also recognized his current state, and he tried hard to calm down his mood.

"It was told by the bishop."

"Biography? Is it the highest level of Miyan Church?" Feng Heng reacted suddenly.

Regarding Feng Heng's rhetorical question, B affirmed the answer—

"Yes, the bishops of Miyan Church have the ability to predict the future. After my daughter disappeared, I looked for the bishop. He used the ability to predict that my daughter was still alive, but his ability was limited and he could not find where her daughter was."

"Hahahahaha, this is also a reason? Recognize the reality B, your daughter has been killed by me long ago. A, believe me, choose the second option!"

To be honest, Feng Heng’s current mood is the same as C.

How ridiculous the ability to predict the future is to say these seven words!

When is it now? Some people believe all the rhetoric of this group of heresy.

I remember what I saw before that someone randomly drew a pentagram on the ground and said that he was the messenger of the demon Satan.

If this kind of thing happened to Feng Heng, it would be great if he didn't beat those people half to death.

Tsk, but this is still their own situation, so it is better not to continue to make comments.

"Choose the last one!" B was still shouting.

After Feng Heng pondered for a while, he entered a number on the iron box—

two.

Choosing this option means that he does not believe B's words.

After all, the ability to predict the future is so ridiculous and unacceptable.

"Click."

The unique opening sound of the iron box resounded in Feng Heng's ears.

"Sorry, the box is open, the answer is April 18th."

"No, it's impossible, the answer is wrong! My daughter is not dead! Absolutely not!"

The only clue that the answer confirmed by the examination system is that the whereabouts of his daughter were true on April 18th.

The spiritual pillar has collapsed, how could candidate B continue to calm down?

"No, it's impossible."

B held his phone tightly and muttered in his mouth. He clenched his fist almost madly and smashed it hard on the ground. The path he knelt on the ground was made of stones, so his just knocking caused a scratch and bloodstain at the bottom of his hand.

"A, stop worrying about B, tell me, what's in the box?"

Feng Heng was slightly stunned, came back to his senses from his thoughts just now, and continued to look into the iron box.

Unexpectedly, inside the iron box, there is a...

fireworks?

"Fireworks? Is there anything else?"

"There is also a remote control, which says it is a device that can remotely control the fireworks. The fireworks can last for three minutes." Feng Heng weighed the two items the size of a palm, thinking about the next operation, "I'll take it first, maybe I'll use it in the future."
To be continued...