Multiple Choice Question

"What… what do you want to play?"

The next moment, Chen Muzi stared fixedly at Qin Shang, greedily swallowing his saliva, then cautiously got up from the ground.

"If it's not in my favor, I won't play with you…"

"No, it's just a very simple little game," Qin Shang said with a smile, then looked at the Red-robed Cult Master and the Cheater beside him. "Can I trouble you two for three minutes?"

The Cheater shrugged noncommittally.

Three minutes wasn't much. Since it was clear Chen Muzi couldn't repay the debt, getting back the money he owed him would be a fantasy. Selling all his organs would barely cover a million or two, leaving a vast chasm before reaching the forty million Chen Muzi owed. However, if this young man lost twenty-five points to Chen Muzi, that would mean twenty-five million. Chen Muzi could at least repay twenty-five million to him. Although it wouldn't cover Chen Muzi's debt, it would at least mitigate some of the losses…

The Red-robed Cult Master, however, had her arms crossed, her alluring and charming face holding a cold expression. Seeing Qin Shang's actions, she merely nodded faintly. Only her eyes betrayed her, her moist, beautiful eyes flickering with a hint of curiosity.

Qin Shang then turned his gaze back to Chen Muzi.

"I'll pose a question. If you can answer it correctly within three minutes, I lose. If you can't answer it, then I win. I've already made the stakes clear: I want to bet with your life…"

"To be fairer to you, I'll give you a multiple-choice question!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Muzi rubbed his hands together, a look of eagerness suddenly appearing on his face. He was a gambler, and anything related to gambling excited him. Especially since he didn't think this young man, who looked barely in his early twenties, could beat him. Posing a question… is he in elementary school? Chen Muzi scoffed.

The next moment, he licked his lips and said, "You can't just make all the rules for the game. Someone else must be able to guess the answer. The part where the answer is revealed can't be done by you."

"That's what fair is. Otherwise, if you just ask any question, like my three dimensions, or some sci-fi question, or my phone number, how would I know those things?"

"So, besides you, others must also be able to guess the answer to the questions you ask."

Qin Shang said with a smile, "Deal!" He glanced at the Cheater and the Red-robed Cult Master, then spoke, "If they can't guess the answer to the question I pose, then it means my question is flawed, and you can have me pose a new question. Of course, if only you can't guess the answer to my question, then that's your problem."

"At that time, you will lose your life!"

Seeing that his words didn't instill fear in Chen Muzi, but instead made the guy more excited, Qin Shang knew he was quite far gone and decided not to play coy any longer.

"A university chemistry professor was found dead in his laboratory. When the police arrived, they found that the professor had typed a few numbers on his computer with his finger before dying, as his final message."

"5, 57, 6, 19."

"After investigation, there are the following suspects…"

"1. Pau, 23 years old, the professor's nephew and also his student. He repeated a grade, and the professor didn't think highly of him."

"2. Cynthia, 21 years old, a female student greatly favored by the professor."

"3. Black, 22 years old, a chatterbox with a rebellious personality. He often talked back to the professor and was mischievous."

"4. Landis, 22 years old, gentle personality."

"This is the content of the question. Tell me the murderer within three minutes…"

He didn't lower his voice; both the Cheater and the Red-robed Cult Master could hear him. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the Red-robed Cult Master let out a light chuckle, and the Cheater showed a playful expression. It seemed that both of them, with a flash of inspiration, had figured out the answer immediately.

At this moment, Chen Muzi felt a sense of foreboding. What kind of question is this? A reasoning question? Is this what he wants to bet with me?

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he forced himself to ask, "You, say that again, I didn't hear the names of those suspects just now..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Shang's lips curled into a contemptuous smile, and he repeated the letters of the three English names, word by word.

"Pau!"

"Cynthia."

"Black."

"Landis."

After saying this, Qin Shang glanced provocatively at Chen Muzi.

"It's a very simple question. Even a ninth-grader could probably give me the answer in minutes."

"You have three minutes left. Whether you earn fifteen million or lose your life depends on your choice now."

"You'd better not answer me hastily. After all, your life is on the line, so think carefully."

"Otherwise, after you lose, you won't even have the last chance to turn things around in your life. You don't want to be dismembered by the Cheater and become an 'organ donor,' do you?"

Gulp.

At this moment, Chen Muzi's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he suddenly became nervous.

I was too hasty, I agreed too hastily...

"I've thought about it. I'm a compassionate person my whole life. I never steal or commit murder. I can't kill anyone."

"So if you lose, I'll give your life to the Cheater. Oh, right, you actually owe him over forty million. Your life already belongs to the Cheater. I'm just kindly giving you a chance to turn things around."

"Organ donation. If you're unlucky and the first rich person matched is blind, you'll probably lose your corneas..."

"But you probably won't die in a short time. After all, if you die, your heart, kidneys, and other organs will be unusable."

"If you're unlucky, the order might be to donate your kidneys first, then your corneas."

"Tsk, tsk, then you might be able to linger on for a few more days. A heart becomes unusable more than twenty hours after leaving the body, so the Cheater definitely won't kill you directly."

"However, those few days after your corneas are removed will likely be worse than death for you. Living in a hell of fear every day, that feeling is definitely not pleasant."

Chen Muzi, already nervous, became even more ferocious-faced by Qin Shang's words.

"What the hell are you talking about? Do you believe I'll kill you? Do you believe me?"

"Shut up, just shut up. Don't disturb me. I can guess it, I can guess it..."

He roared hoarsely a couple of times, then gritted his teeth, his face pale and trembling.

What did those numbers mean?

What did his question mean?

After a long while, Chen Muzi's face turned red with strain.

"It's 2, I choose 2..."

Qin Shang raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Reason?"

"It's not going to be 'choose the longest one if there are three short and one long,' is it?"