“Wait, wait…” Ashley Carter widened his eyes. “If the ‘organizer’ is so powerful that they can find people with similar experiences from so many provinces, then ‘province’ must also be a key point, right?”

He turned around, looking at the people spinning the table, and asked seriously, “Did any of you lie about your ‘hometown’ just now?”

Everyone shook their heads.

After all, ‘hometown’ involves accent and habitual expressions, so lying would easily give you away.

“Good.” Ashley Carter nodded slightly. “Now, please tell me your hometowns again, one by one.”

Officer Thompson spoke first: “I’m from Inner Mongolia.”

Ashley Carter reached out and marked a black dot on Inner Mongolia’s location.

“I’m from Sichuan,” said lawyer Chris Brooks coldly.

“I’m in Shaanxi…” Emily said.

“Dali, Yunnan,” said kindergarten teacher Jason Clark.

“Guangdong,” said Brian Johnson.

“Ningxia,” said psychologist Ethan Green.

“I work in Jiangsu,” said Dr. Harris.

Ashley Carter marked everyone’s hometowns on the map, and also wrote his own ‘Shandong’.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze fell on the writer Ethan Cooper, because he hadn’t mentioned his hometown from the start.

“Ethan Cooper, are you from Guangxi or Taiwan?”

Ethan Cooper was stunned and asked, “How did you know?”

“Time is short, just answer me first.”

“I’m from Guangxi…”

Ashley Carter nodded. Now, only two provinces were left for Ethan Cooper.

Guangxi Province and Taiwan Province.

If his answer wasn’t one of these two, then he would have told a huge lie.

Fortunately, he told the truth.

Ashley Carter marked the last province on the map, and now there were nine black dots on the sketch.

“Just as I thought.”

Ashley Carter said in a low voice, “Stop now, turn to the right.”

“The right?”

Ashley Carter quickly ran to the table, tossed a blank sheet of paper onto it, and began to spin the tabletop in the opposite direction.

Although everyone was a bit confused, they followed and started turning it with him.

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

“Why to the ‘right’?”

Chapter 13: A Rainfall

While working hard to spin the table, Ashley Carter said, “‘Ningxia’ and ‘Shandong’ can be connected in a straight horizontal line.”

“‘Inner Mongolia’, ‘Sichuan’, and ‘Yunnan’ can form a left-falling stroke.”

“And the four points of ‘Guangxi’, ‘Guangdong’, ‘Shaanxi’, and ‘Jiangsu’ can form a square, which is exactly the character for ‘right’.”

“No matter where Ethan Cooper’s hometown is in the end, as long as it’s either Guangxi Province or Taiwan Province, it will form the character ‘口’, so the answer was set from the very beginning.”

Everyone sped up their movements while casting strange glances.

Ashley Carter’s thinking was too unconventional, but he had solved the puzzle twice in a row, which made everyone start to feel suspicious.

Ashley Carter himself realized this, so he said to everyone, “Don’t get me wrong. If the next game is about abandoning you all to survive, I’ll still do whatever it takes to keep myself alive.”

Hearing this, everyone could only fall silent, gritting their teeth as they spun the table.

Nine people sat around the table, continuously turning it to the right.

“How many rounds now?” Brian Johnson asked.

“Twenty-six rounds,” Ethan Green replied.

“You can even keep count?” Brian Johnson blinked. “The table looks the same every time.”

“I counted by watching the bloodstains on the table,” Ethan Green said seriously. “Counting is very important for us psychologists.”

Ashley Carter frowned. “Not even thirty rounds yet, we need to hurry.”

Everyone quieted down and sped up their hands.

But the table became harder and harder to move as they went on, as if the internal chains were getting tighter and tighter.

“Damn, what’s going on?” Brian Johnson gritted his teeth. “This is way too heavy.”

“Come on… maybe it really is connected to the door!” Emily said through gritted teeth.

Her words gave everyone a glimmer of hope in their despair.

The door.

Since this room could create holes out of thin air, why couldn’t it create a door out of nowhere?

Everyone’s arms were sore, but they kept spinning the table round after round.

“Don’t give up, everyone! Only five rounds left!” Ethan Green shouted loudly.

At this moment, everyone was gritting their teeth and using all their strength, not daring to slack off for a second.

“Clack, clack.”

With the final round completed, the table was clearly embedded into something.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the soreness in their arms surged up.

Now, there were only three minutes left until 1:15.

“Where’s the door?!” Brian Johnson shouted anxiously.

The walls around them remained unchanged, and in the pitch-black holes, the cold gleam of the harpoons could still be seen.

“Damn! There’s no door!” Brian Johnson’s voice was tinged with despair.

“We were wrong! We guessed wrong!” Jason Clark screamed. “We should have turned left, right?! We shouldn’t have trusted that liar! We’re all going to die here!!”