Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

The next morning, the bespectacled man was found lying next to the toilet, his face covered in blood, his skull almost completely shattered, and his body was already cold.

Yi Zanglan and the other two shared a boxed lunch. When the prison guard knocked on the door, they went out in advance and stood by the wall, working together to make up a story to cover up the fact that they were sharing a cell.

As long as you don't directly provoke NPCs in front of them, there's usually no risk in doing things that aren't prohibited by the rules.

And today, faced with the choice between studying and labor reform, they chose studying.

Given that Yan Zhao still had seven months left in her sentence, they decided to try their luck and explore options they hadn't tried before, hoping for some unexpected gains.

Five minutes later, the prison guards led the three of them into an unfamiliar room.

As for why it was the three of them together again, it's simple: Tang Yunxi made a wish.

Usually, unless it involves critical tasks or winning or losing a game, her small wishes are generally granted.

The layout here is a bit like a classroom, but there are only six sets of desks and chairs, and each desk has a small machine that looks like a lie detector.

In addition, there were six blank answer sheets neatly placed on the table.

The three of them took their seats, and soon after, three more people, two men and one woman, were brought in.

Player number 9 was a chubby boy with an honest-looking face, who was constantly looking around cautiously.

Player number 16 was tall and thin, with a long face, like a stick insect that had come to life. He had a stern expression and hardly smiled.

Player number 26 is Wu Ying.

As Wu Ying passed by the seats, she glanced at the three of them, clearly somewhat surprised.

How do you two manage to be inseparable?

"That's how it is with chosen partners," Tang Yunxi replied seriously. "It's fate that brings us together countless times."

"..." Wu Ying looked at her as if she were an idiot. "Well, what an enviable fate."

Once all six people had arrived, the main gate to the venue was locked. A prison guard stood on the platform and wrote three words on the blackboard.

Honesty, insight, and judgment.

The prison guard immediately launched into his familiar personal attacks, glaring at them with disdain.

"Remember, you are trash individuals abandoned by society, who have committed unforgivable sins. There is nowhere to take you in, only Qingyang Prison is willing to give you a chance to reform."

"That is why you must study, to purify your own defiled hearts—and you should also learn to recognize the sins of your fellow human beings."

Tang Yunxi moved closer to Yi Zanglan and muttered, "What are you saying? It's all so confusing, I didn't understand either."

"Actually, they're just insulting us," Yi Zanglan explained succinctly. "They might ask us to judge each other later or something."

"How to judge?"

Tang Yunxi's question was quickly answered.

The prison guard banged on the blackboard: "See this? Honesty. This is a virtue you don't possess, but today, I hope you can all be honest with each other."

"All six of you are guilty, but your crimes vary in severity. I have a clear ranking of them. What you need to do is write down what you think the ranking is—the one with the highest accuracy will get a six-month reduction in sentence, the next one will get a reduction of three months to one month, and the one with the lowest accuracy will get an additional six months in sentence."

Indeed, studying is an easier option to get a reduced sentence than labor reform, but the last-place candidate risks an increased sentence.

Player number 9 raised their hand, hesitated, and asked, "Are we just left with this guessing game? Is there any other reference point?"

"Of course." The prison guard gave a sinister smile, as if he were looking at ants. "Each of you has two chances to ask questions. You can ask specific questions or ask questions of everyone. The machine on the table will give you the answers."

"Can I ask any question?"

"You can ask anything, and you must guarantee to answer honestly. If the machine detects a lie, your sentence will be extended by one month."

That's truly perverted, indescribably perverted.

Players who are drawn into the Doom Game all have painful pasts that they can't bear to see in the light of day, which is tantamount to making them publicly dissect themselves.

More importantly, the viewers in the current live stream are also watching.

Players are in a difficult position, but the audience likes it.

[Damn! Excellent, these rules are excellent!]

What to do? Suddenly, I'm starting to feel a strange thrill from being able to snoop into other people's privacy!

[Hehehe, it wasn't a wasted trip, I caught an interesting plot!]

[Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao are both here. One's a madwoman, the other a curse master. I've been wanting to see what secrets they're hiding for a long time!]

[It's a pity that each person can only ask two questions, making it difficult to delve deeper. How can this be satisfying?]

[Nonsense, if everyone could ask ten questions, what would be the point of this ranking?]

[There's a big element of luck involved; you have to guess, half-heartedly.]

[Isn't this just another step into Tang Yunxi's comfort zone?]

……

Tang Yunxi didn't know whether she was comfortable or not; she only knew that, according to the order, she was the first to ask a question.

But she hadn't decided what to ask yet.

As she was deep in thought, she suddenly heard a prison guard shout, "Trash, what's there to hesitate about? Hurry up and ask!"

"..."

Tang Yunxi had no choice but to ask vaguely, "In real life, has any of you killed anyone?"

At this moment, the prison guard gave the order: "Everyone, put your hands on the machine!"

Apart from Tang Yunxi, who asked the question, the other five people all put their hands on the lie detector.

The moment their fingers touched the lie detector, they realized that this machine was no ordinary device. A cold current seemed to spread from their fingertips to their blood vessels throughout their bodies, even draining their memories and life force.

This feels so uncomfortable.

Player #9 replied, "I've never killed anyone. How could I possibly have killed anyone?"

Before he finished speaking, the green light on the machine in front of him lit up, indicating that it was the truth.

Player number 16 then replied, "I haven't killed any either."

But to his surprise, the light in front of him was red.

"Trash, it seems you haven't learned to be honest," the guard roared. "Inmate number 16's sentence will be increased by one month!"

"Why?" Number 16's already long face stretched even longer with resentment. He tried to argue, "My ex-wife accidentally fell down the stairs. I didn't intend to kill her. Does that count as murder?!"

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to his explanations. The next three women, Yi Zanglan, Yan Zhao, and Wu Ying, all calmly admitted it.

"Killed."

Three green lights came on.

Okay, okay, after asking the question, the atmosphere on the field feels even more strange.

Tang Yunxi covered her face with her hands. She suddenly remembered that her two teammates had a strong sense of boundaries and didn't seem to like being questioned about their private matters so directly.

But even if I don't ask this question myself, someone else will.

Hopefully they can understand, after all, this is also to help Yan Zhao analyze the ranking more accurately so that he can get that six-month reduction in sentence.

For her second question, she decided to ask a targeted question.

After all, Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao should know very well what they have done, so it's always good to let them know more about other people's situations.

So she turned to Wu Ying: "Number 26, why did you kill him?"