Now it's good, the red room that was originally used as a retreat has become a gray room, and their only option to ensure safety is gone.

This situation is really annoying.

It turns out that Han Han's existence is not limited to a certain world, nor is it limited to a certain time and space.

Han Han is everywhere.

"How to do?"

With his mouth open, Duan Wen made his mouth shape word by word, these three words can be understood by anyone without the transmission of sound.

Everyone knew in their hearts that their only second choice was the blue rooms on the left and right sides.

You must never go to a room with a gray ball, because gray is the opposite of blue.

And the room with the blue sphere is the same color as the room they are in now—not every same color has a time difference, they have gone through many rooms of the same color by luck before.

According to the current situation, they enter the room with the blue ball, and the chance of encountering the time difference is half and half.

The sluggishness of movement makes people feel irritable.

In this room where the speed is slowed down, every time I move and communicate, it seems so clumsy.

There is no need for redundant discussions.

I saw Duan Wen slowly untie the necklace on his neck. It was a souvenir issued internally on the 10th anniversary of the sky. Duan Wen took a bit of effort to find this one. Now he wants to use it to test the blue circle. Will the ball's room be cut into two pieces by the time difference like Morita Yu said during the monsoon rains?

Duan Wen threw the necklace to Song Qinglan, who was standing in the center and tallest holding a blue ball.

The necklace floated in the air, and the commemorative icon of the 10th anniversary of the hanging tag on the sky was shining brightly under the bright light.

Song Qinglan took the necklace in her hand, and with a beep, the round hole on the right wall opened. Song Qinglan climbed up the ladder and threw it heavily into the blue room on the right.

The trajectory of the necklace is extremely slow in the air.

Everyone looked up, and saw that as soon as it passed through the circular hole, it fell at a speed that made it difficult to see.

In my imagination, the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground did not appear.

Song Qinglan frowned.

As soon as the necklace entered the blue room on the right, it turned into a shining powder and disappeared in the air.

If someone enters this room rashly, the consequences will be disastrous.

He got off the ladder and shook his head to everyone: "No—no—"

Everyone opened their mouths slightly, and the micro expressions that were hard to detect in the ordinary days were slowed down by time at this time, so that everyone could see each other's most authentic appearance. Including the monsoon season, none of them is not afraid of such a situation.

There is still a room with a blue ball on the left.

They have to use something to test, Duan Wen shook his head, indicating that he has nothing to throw away.

Unlike other countries, China's guns and knives are under control. Even the guardians of the sky will not allocate weapons until they reach the mission destination. After they got out of the capsule this time, they entered the Rubik's Cube directly without opening the accompanying weapons arsenal, so there was nothing on everyone to throw away.

Throw the communicator? Or shoes, clothing?

During the rainy season, he took out his pillbox from his pocket.

There is also a game console for the small objects on his body. It is impossible for him to throw the game console. The medicine can still be tried.

Everyone watched him throw the medicine box to Song Qinglan.

The pill box was spinning slowly in the air and was picked up by Song Qinglan in the air.

Song Qinglan noticed that the weight was wrong as soon as he got the small square pill box. In the bookstore of PU-31, he took a pill box full of monsoon fashions.

Song Qinglan climbed up the ladder on the left wall and opened the pill box with her back to the crowd.

He glanced, then turned his head.

During the monsoon season, like Duan Wen and Lin Xinlan, standing underneath and looking up at him, his brows were calm, and he always seemed to be the calmest and most sensible one.

In the square grid inside the pill box, three neatly arranged pills have been missing. Sure enough, Song Qinglan expected that the nearly twenty hours spent alone in the red room before the monsoon rain was not as plain and simple as his narrative.

Song Qinglan took out a pill.

He threw it into the room with blue spheres in front of him.

The pill was so small, his eyes locked on it tightly until it fell to the ground-it bounced twice on the floor and it was still intact.

Song Qinglan returned to her senses and gestured to everyone to indicate that it was all right.

Everyone did not breathe a sigh of relief. Pills are dead and people are living. Will the time difference behave differently on this? No one can be sure.

The blue ball bounced back into the distance, floating in the air, waiting for everyone to make a decision.

So, who should I send to this room to try the insurance first?

Lin Xinlan took out a dice from her body: "This—this—"

Song Qinglan squinted her eyes.

This person, why didn't he throw the boring thing like dice on his body just now?

Everyone negotiated very slowly and succinctly. By throwing a dice, the person with the smallest number of points entered the room with the blue ball on the left.

Lin Xinlan threw first, and he threw a "4" point.

It's not too big or small, it's a relatively safe point.

Lin Xinlan smiled.

Immediately after it was Duan Wen's turn, Duan Wen threw a "5", a very safe number, but he did not act very happy, and only threw the dice to Song Qinglan.

Song Qinglan threw it at random, and the dice fell into the palm of her palm, which was a "2".

Lin Xinlan put away his smile, Duan Wen frowned, which might be the smallest number.

The last person's turn is the monsoon.

He caught the dice thrown by Song Qinglan and threw it into the air, then stretched out his hand, palm facing up.

The falling of the dice is very slow, the numbers are constantly changing on all sides, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Because of the height, the dice is not only flipped once, but it continues to change. In an instant, Song Qinglan, who had already stretched out her hand next to her, covered it with her palm.

Surprised during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan curled her lower lip and took the dice from his hand.

"3—" Song Qinglan lip-synched, "I—the smallest—"

"Song—Team—" Duan Wen was calling him, probably thinking that Song Qinglan was more valuable as the captain and wanted to be on her own.

Song Qinglan motioned to Duan Wen to take the ball to open the round hole.

He acted indifferently, and Duan Wen had to follow him.

Song Qinglan climbed up the ladder and marched towards the round entrance.

Looking there without blinking during the monsoon rain, the scene of Morita Yu's death appeared before his eyes, with cold sweat on his palms and forehead.

The moment Song Qinglan leaned into the room with her upper body, she subconsciously closed her eyes during the monsoon rains.

"come over-"

The familiar voice sounded, from another room, and slowly passed into their ears.

Opened his eyes during the monsoon rain and saw Song Qinglan appearing at the mouth of the round hole, intact, and his movements resumed as usual.

That house is safe!

As if they had won the first prize in the lottery, everyone came to life in an instant, one by one, they quickly climbed up the ladder and left the damned room.

The moment they stepped into the new room and fell on the ground, everyone felt like: Too fast!

After experiencing a time that was so slow that it made people want to explode, when I returned to the world of normal speed, I was a little caught off guard. The old driver Duan Wen was uncoordinated and almost fell with a dog!

The sound and speed are all returned.

Duan Wen yelled: "Fuck fuck! It's finally out!"

Lin Xinlan leaned on the wall as soon as he landed: "Wait a minute, I can't adapt, is there really no acceleration here?!"

Duan Wen: "How about you, Consultant Ji?"

As if popping out of a vacuum, everyone was breathing heavily, one by one collapsed on the ground against the wall.

During the rainy season, he said, "I'm fine."

Song Qinglan seemed to adjust well. He had already walked around the room and picked up the monsoon pill on the ground, but he just looked at it and threw it away. There are no signs in the room, it seems that no one has been here, and there is no abnormality.

"The appearance of those idiots just reminded us of a problem." Song Qinglan stood alone, the short boots on his long legs made him mature and neat, "A problem that may have been thought of before, but has been ignored."

Having said that, Song Qinglan threw the dice in her hand to Lin Xinlan.

The dice fell into Lin Xinlan's hands smoothly with a parabola. It seems that his opponent, Lin Xinlan, did not show up with the dice in time and was a little bit dissatisfied.

Lin Xinlan squeezed the dice, and there was an unexplained smile on her lips, which was fleeting.

Duan Wen asked: "What's the problem?"

Song Qinglan said: "Counselor Ji must have thought of it a long time ago."

During the monsoon rains, he was unconsciously named, raised his head and ran into Song Qinglan's sight, and his heart jumped slightly.

The mood in the opponent's black eyes is as usual, no different from any time before, it is what a captain should look like when facing a player.

However, only the monsoons know what happened just now.

When it was his turn to roll the dice, at the last moment the dice fell into the palm of his hand, he clearly saw the side facing upward—a "1" point.

It is the person who rolls the smallest dice during the rainy season.

He should be the first person to come to this room and try his own risk to determine if it is safe for everyone.

Why did Song Qinglan do this?

Why lie to everyone?

Is it because he thinks that staying here is more meaningful than himself, and if something happens, he is the one who can lead everyone to complete the task?

This matter was like a secret that only two people knew. Song Qinglan didn't seem to intend to mention it, so she didn't intend to mention it during the monsoon rains. It's just that if there is another time, he doesn't want to be like this, he doesn't think he is a character that should be protected.

Stand up during the monsoon rain, naturally patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and said, "Well, I thought of it."

Duan Wen is inexplicable: "What is it?"

Lin Xinlan also looked up at them.

"In addition to the four of us, there are not only teammates who are separated, but also other Guardian teams." Sai Yushi said. "It is known that every time someone leaves, the current room will move. So even if we find out the movement rules of these rooms, we may encounter the situation where the room is moved by others."

Duan Wen realized afterwards: "Yeah! I **** this is really a problem!"

Lin Xinlan said: "What you actually mean is that even if you want to splice the rooms with time difference in order to complete the task, there will be arranged rooms disrupted by others."

The three of them were silent for a while.

Lin Xinlan is a smart person. Even if they didn't directly explain that completing the so-called "splicing" is to arrange the rooms in order, he guessed it would be sooner or later.

"You don't have to guard me." Lin Xinlan said, "As long as I can go out, I don't care about not completing the task, and rewards are of little interest to me. Are you not?"

Except for the Seventh Team of the Sky, the rest of the traversers were temporarily hijacked to gather the number of people.

Lin Xinlan was unaware of the time and space hijacking of the Seventh Sky Team, and thought that they were also temporarily hijacked, so he thought everyone had the same idea.

Song Qinglan didn't answer this question directly, but said: "Yes, when there are multiple teams here at the same time, the rooms with time lag seem to be an impossible task."

Duan Wen: "Then what shall we do now? Find them one by one and let them stay where they are?"

Shaking his head during the monsoon rain: "It won't work, you can't know how many traversers are here."

"I don't care about this problem for the time being." Song Qinglan said, "When there is no idea, it is the best idea to follow the current idea. We still follow the original plan and first to find out the movement rules of these rooms, at least not without The heads of flies are rushing around here like flies."

Everyone regained their spirits.

Duan Wen grabbed the ball floating in the air again, and the others observed the color of the ball in the surrounding rooms.

Song Qinglan came back after watching the two and found that she was marking during the monsoon rain.

This time, during the monsoon rains, there is no ghost symbol on the floor in the special language for the beard. Instead, a large Arabic numeral "2" is written on the wall.

Song Qinglan asked: "This is?"

During the rainy season, I wrote and said: "I probably figured out some movement patterns. From leaving to moving, the changes in the room should correspond to: up-right, down-left, left-back, right-front, front-down , Back up. The six moving directions correspond to each other and need to be verified. But judging from the movement of those people just now, they should be still nearby."

Song Qinglan understood a little why he did it during the monsoon rains, and suddenly he was in a good mood.

Sure enough, I finished writing "2" during the monsoon season, and then began to write a big "9" on the wall. The handwriting looked very familiar: "If they will come to this room, they should be no more than 5 from the previous room. ."

The "24" marked in the room just now was left by the group of people.

If they come here and see the "29" on the wall that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, what would be their reaction? Will you be stunned from here? What if it is worse during the monsoon, and when passing through other rooms later, leave a few "25, 26" and other numbers that they have already marked to mislead them?

I stepped back a bit during the monsoon rain, and I was very satisfied with my masterpiece.

Although his face looks serious, there is no sly.

"Let's go." When the monsoon rains, we get revenge, "Let's go to the next room."

They chose a new room with a red ball, and prepared to go through it to the gray room to take a look.

While climbing the ladder, it occurred to Song Qinglan during the rainy season that Song Qinglan had not returned the pill box to him.

He stopped and said to Song Qinglan below: "Team Song, where is my pill box?"

As the captain, Song Qinglan was left behind when she was sure of safety.

He was unmoved when he heard this request, and as a matter of course he told Jiyu as if he heard a joke: "Counselor Ji, I will inform you on behalf of the organization that your mental excitement has exceeded the standard. The pill box will be temporarily confiscated. repair."

Duan Wen's voice sounded in another room: "The organization still cares about this?"

Song Qinglan was funny, and bluntly snarled him: "Just mind, the organization sees you are always out of energy, and I'm still going to give you one."