Choosing Question

"What, what do you want to play?"

The next moment, Chen Muzi fixed his eyes on Qin Shang, greedily swallowed, then warily crawled up from the floor.

"If it's something that could harm me, I'm not playing..."

"No, it's just a very simple game."

Qin Shang smiled, then looked at the Red-robed Cult Master and Landis.

"Can I take three minutes of your time?"

Landis shrugged noncommittally.

Three minutes was nothing. Now that it was clear Chen Muzi could not repay the money, getting back what he owed Landis was already a pipe dream.

Even selling all his organs would barely bring in one or two million. That was still a vast chasm away from the forty million Chen Muzi owed.

However, if this young man lost twenty-five points to Chen Muzi, that would mean twenty-five million.

At the very least, Chen Muzi could repay Landis twenty-five million.

Although it still would not cover the amount Chen Muzi owed, it would at least make up for some of the loss...

The Red-robed Cult Master crossed her arms, her enchanting, seductive face carrying a cold expression. Seeing what Qin Shang was doing, she merely nodded lightly.

However, her eyes betrayed her. Her limpid, lovely eyes flickered with curiosity.

Only then did Qin Shang turn back to Chen Muzi.

"I'll give you a question. If you can answer it correctly within three minutes, I'll lose."

"If you can't answer it, then I win. I've already made the wager clear: I'm betting my life against yours..."

"To make it fairer for you, I'll give you a multiple-choice question!"

Hearing this, Chen Muzi rubbed his hands together, and a look of eagerness suddenly appeared on his face.

He was a gambler. As long as gambling was involved, he became excited.

Especially since he did not believe that this young man, who looked only a little over twenty, could beat him.

And he was going to ask him a question... Was he treating him like a primary school student?

Chen Muzi was disdainful.

The next moment, he licked his lips and said,

"You can't be the only one making the rules. Those two must also be able to guess the answer, and you can't be the one to announce the answer."

"That's the only way it's fair. Otherwise, if you just ask me some random question—like my measurements, or some science-fiction question, or my phone number—how would I know?"

"So aside from you, other people must also be able to guess the answer to whatever you ask."

Qin Shang said with a smile,

"Fine!"

He glanced at Landis and the Red-robed Cult Master, then continued,

"If neither of them can guess the answer to my question, then the question itself is flawed, and you can have me ask you another one."

"Of course, if you're the only one who can't guess the answer, then the problem is yours."

"At that point, you'll lose your life!"

Seeing that his words had not aroused Chen Muzi's fear and had instead made him even more excited, Qin Shang realized that the man was seriously ill. He stopped stringing him along.

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

"5, 57, 6, 19."

"After investigation, there were several suspects..."

"1. pau, twenty-three years old, the professor's nephew and also his student. He had repeated a grade, and the professor did not think highly of him."

"2. Cynthia, twenty-one years old, a female student deeply favored by the professor."

"3. black, twenty-two years old, a chatterbox with a rebellious personality. He was mischievous and often talked back to the professor."

"4. Landis, twenty-two years old, mild-tempered."

"That's the entire question. Tell me who the murderer is within three minutes..."

He had not lowered his voice, so Landis and the Red-robed Cult Master could both hear him clearly.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the Red-robed Cult Master let out a soft laugh, while Landis also revealed an amused expression.

It seemed that the two of them had been blessed with sudden insight and had figured out the answer immediately.

At that moment, an ominous feeling rose in Chen Muzi's heart.

What the hell kind of question is this?

A reasoning question?

This is what he wants to bet with me?

His Adam's apple rolled involuntarily. Then, bracing himself, he asked,

"You, say that again. I didn't hear the names of those suspects just now..."

Hearing this, Qin Shang wore a disdainful smile and repeated the letters of the three English names, one by one.

"pau!"

"Cynthia."

"black."

"Landis."

After saying this, Qin Shang gave Chen Muzi a provocative look.

"It's a very simple question. Even a ninth-grade middle school student might be able to give me the answer in a matter of minutes."

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

"You'd better not answer me hastily. This concerns your life, so think it through carefully."

"Otherwise, after you lose, you won't even have your last chance to turn things around. You wouldn't want Landis to dismember you and turn you into an 'organ donor,' would you?"

Gulp.

At that moment, Chen Muzi's Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and he suddenly grew nervous.

I was careless. I agreed too hastily just now...

"I thought about it. I've spent my entire life practicing compassion. I've never stolen or robbed, and I've never harmed anyone for money. I could never kill someone."

"So if you lose, I'll give your life to Landis. Oh, right, you owe him more than forty million. Your life already belongs to him anyway. I'm merely kindly giving you a chance to turn things around."

"Organ donation—if your luck is bad and the first wealthy recipient you're matched with happens to be blind, you'll probably lose your corneas..."

"But you probably won't die right away. After all, if you die, your heart, kidneys, and other organs won't be usable."

"If your luck is bad, the order might become: corneas first, then kidneys."

"Tsk, tsk. You might even be able to cling to life for a few more days. A heart can't be used after being outside the body for more than twenty hours, so Landis definitely won't kill you immediately."

"But the few days after your corneas are removed will probably be worse than death for you. You'll live every day in a hell of fear. That feeling definitely won't be pleasant."

Chen Muzi had already been nervous. After Qin Shang's words provoked him, his face became even more twisted.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I'll kill you, you believe that? I'll kill you!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Don't disturb me. I can figure it out. I can figure it out..."

He roared twice at the top of his lungs, then clenched his teeth as his pale face began to tremble.

What did those numbers mean?

And what did his question mean?

After a long while, Chen Muzi's face flushed red from the strain.

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

Qin Shang raised his brows slightly.

"Why?"

"Don't tell me it's 'when there are three short strokes and one long stroke, choose the long one'?"