"Click."
Wei Xinjian pulled the trigger forcefully again, still an empty chamber!
Clank, clank, clank—
The heavy iron blocks moved again, pressing tightly against Wei Xinjian's ears, sticking to his cheeks.
"Ugh! Argh!"
Wei Xinjian felt even more frustrated, his body trembling violently, but now his head was immobilized, forcing him to stare straight at Lin Sizhi across from him.
The third shot.
The chance of this shot being a bullet is 1/4.
—If the Game Designer was truly clever, they would have placed the bullet at positions 3 and 4 in the cylinder to ensure he would blow his brains out as the iron blocks pressed in, driving him insane.
Wei Xinjian seemed to see the cold smile of the Game Designer.
The iron blocks would only move 1.29cm, not enough to kill...
He needed to make a rational and calm decision...
Wei Xinjian gritted his teeth viciously, firing again at the innocent.
"Click!"
Still an empty chamber.
Clank, clank, clank—
The heavy iron blocks moved again, this time Wei Xinjian felt his vision go black, the pressure in his brain rising sharply, as if his head was about to burst like a cracked watermelon!
His skull was experiencing intense pain, and Wei Xinjian couldn't even tell which bone had fractured, his consciousness becoming hazy.
"Ugh... urgh..."
Wei Xinjian's eyes were completely bloodshot, and all he could see was a bloody red.
He futilely pounded on the iron blocks, but they didn't budge.
Finally, Wei Xinjian slowly turned the muzzle of the revolver towards himself.
The death probability of the fourth shot is 1/3.
It's higher than any previous shot, but Wei Xinjian had no other choice.
He would rather shoot himself dead now than endure this torture any longer.
However, at this moment, the TV that had been showing only static and white noise suddenly displayed an image and sound again.
[Every unforgivable sinner should be punished, but every genuinely repentant person deserves a final chance.]
[If you genuinely repent now, I can tell you: the fifth bullet in the revolver is an empty chamber. ]
[Make your choice, your time is running out.]
Wei Xinjian, who had originally aimed the revolver at himself, stopped in his tracks.
In his blood-filled eyes, he seemed to see the last glimmer of hope.
The fifth bullet is an empty chamber!
Now, Wei Xinjian was about to fire the fourth bullet.
There were only two possibilities left: the live round was either in the fourth or sixth chamber.
The probability of death with this shot had soared to 1/2.
Shoot himself? Gamble one last time?
No, he couldn't do it, a 1/2 chance was way too high...
Wei Xinjian didn't understand probabilities, but he knew that if he could just hold on a little longer, he would survive...
At this moment, Wei Xinjian felt as if his head would explode, but fueled by adrenaline, he had temporarily become accustomed to the pain.
If the next shot was an empty chamber, the iron blocks would advance another 1.29cm; it was dangerous, but Wei Xinjian believed he might not die.
Because he only needed to endure one last squeeze.
If the fourth shot was an empty chamber, then the remaining two bullets could be determined.
The fifth shot is an empty chamber, to shoot himself; the sixth is the only live round, to kill the person opposite, and everything would immediately end...
The mechanism would be lifted, and escaping from here would be the only way out.
The numbers on the LED digital timer were still ticking, with only one minute left.
Wei Xinjian emitted a painful groan as he aimed again at Lin Sizhi and pulled the trigger.
The fourth shot!
"Click."
Empty chamber!
Clank, clank, clank—
"Aaaaah——"
Even with cloth tied around his mouth, Wei Xinjian let out a scream of extreme pain!
The heavy iron blocks pressed inward again, excruciating pain spreading in his brain, and Wei Xinjian could barely feel the existence of his skull.
Exerting all his strength, he aimed the gun at himself and fired the fifth shot.
"Click."
The fifth shot, known to be an empty chamber, and nothing happened.
Blood began to flow from Wei Xinjian's eyes, mouth, ears, and nose, and all he could feel was intense pain.
But finally, he managed to squeeze out one word through clenched teeth—
"Die..."
Trembling, Wei Xinjian raised the revolver one last time.
The last live round, if he killed the innocent person opposite him, the game would end, the mechanism would cease.
"Click."
The final shot was fired.
Wei Xinjian's eyes were blinded by blood, his vision a blur, and his ears were pinched by the iron blocks, unable to hear any sound.
But he could still feel something unusual from his gun-holding hand.
No vibration, no recoil, nothing happened.
Still an empty chamber!
"Ugh—ugh—ah—
"You—lied—"
There were no live rounds in the revolver at all.
Wei Xinjian's throat unleashed a final scream, but soon, his voice was cut off.
Clank, clank, clank—
The heavy iron blocks advanced another 1.29cm, causing irreversible permanent damage to his brain.
Death was only a matter of time.
As if suddenly drained of all strength, Wei Xinjian's right hand fell, and the silver revolver dropped.
"Clink."
Accompanied by a series of mechanical sounds, all the mechanisms locking the two of them in the iron chair released.
As the mechanism opened, Wei Xinjian collapsed to the ground, barely clinging to life.
But at this moment, Wei Xinjian vaguely saw the innocent person opposite them, already awake and standing up from the chair.
"Help—help me—"
Driven by the final survival instinct, Wei Xinjian tried desperately to reach out.
"Help me—"
Wei Xinjian saw the innocent person raise his hand and untie the cloth knot at the back of his head.
Yet there was no expression on his face.
"Help—"
Wei Xinjian hadn't forgotten his final struggle.
However, Lin Sizhi reached out, picked up the revolver that had fallen to the side, and "clicked" the cylinder open.
Then, he took a live round from his pocket and placed it inside.
"You—you—"
Wei Xinjian's eyes were completely blinded with blood, but through the blurry scene before him, he vaguely grasped something—something very important.
When the last shot was fired, Wei Xinjian realized there was no live round in the revolver at all.
Thus, he believed the rules had deceived him.
But at this moment, Wei Xinjian realized the rules hadn't lied:
The rules stated:
[In this enclosed space, there is an innocent person, a revolver, and one live round.]
[There are 6 chambers in the revolver cylinder, with 5 empty chambers distributed randomly in the cylinder.]
However, the rules never claimed the live round was in the revolver cylinder.
"Click."
Lin Sizhi pulled the hammer back, the dark muzzle aimed at the near-dead Wei Xinjian.
"Bang!"