"Click."
Wei Xinjian pulled the trigger again with force, but it was still an empty chamber!
Grind, grind, grind—
The heavy iron block moved again, completely squeezing Wei Xinjian's ears, pressing against his cheeks.
"Mmm! Ugh!"
Wei Xinjian was even more annoyed, his body trembled violently, but at this moment his head was immobile, forced to stare straight at Lin Sizhi opposite him.
The third shot.
The probability of this shot being a live round was 1/4.
—If the designer of this game was truly smart, they should have placed the bullet in positions 3 or 4 in the center of the cylinder, so that he would shoot himself when squeezed by the iron blocks and gradually losing his mind.
Wei Xinjian seemed to have already seen the cold smile of the game designer.
The iron block would only move 1.29cm, he wouldn't die yet...
He had to make a rational and calm judgment...
Wei Xinjian gritted his teeth fiercely and pulled the trigger at the innocent person again.
"Bang!"
It was still an empty chamber.
Grind, grind, grind—
The heavy iron block moved again. This time, Wei Xinjian felt his vision go black, and the pressure inside his brain rapidly increased, as if a broken watermelon was about to burst!
A sharp pain came from his skull. Wei Xinjian couldn't even tell which bone had cracked, and his consciousness began to blur.
"Woo... mmm..."
Wei Xinjian's eyes were completely bloodshot, and everything he saw was a bloody red.
He futilely slapped the iron block, but it didn't budge.
Finally, Wei Xinjian slowly turned the muzzle of the revolver towards himself.
The probability of death for the fourth shot was 1/3.
It was higher than any previous shot, but Wei Xinjian had no other choice.
He would rather shoot himself now than endure such torture any longer.
However, at this moment, the TV, which had only shown static and white noise, displayed an image and sound again.
"Every unforgivable sinner should be punished, but every truly repentant person should also have a last chance."
"If you truly repent now, then I can tell you: the fifth bullet in the revolver cylinder is an empty chamber."
"Make your choice, your time is running out."
Wei Xinjian, who had already pointed the gun at himself, stopped moving.
In his bloodshot eyes, he seemed to see a final glimmer of hope.
The fifth bullet was an empty chamber!
At this moment, Wei Xinjian was about to fire the fourth bullet.
There were only two possibilities left: the live round was either the fourth or the sixth.
The death rate for this shot had soared to 1/2.
Shoot himself? Take one last gamble?
No, he couldn't, a 1/2 probability was too high...
Wei Xinjian didn't understand probability, but he knew that if he just held on a little longer, just a little longer, he could survive...
Wei Xinjian felt a splitting headache at this moment, but under the influence of adrenaline, he had temporarily adapted to the pain.
If the next shot was still an empty chamber, the iron block would continue to advance 1.29cm, which was dangerous, but Wei Xinjian believed he wouldn't necessarily die.
Because he only needed to endure one last squeeze.
If the fourth shot was still an empty chamber, then the remaining two bullets could be determined.
The fifth shot was an empty chamber, he would shoot himself directly; the sixth shot was the only live round, he would shoot the person opposite him directly, and everything would end immediately...
The mechanism would be disarmed, and he would escape from here. This was the only way out.
The numbers on the LED electronic timer were still ticking, with only one minute left.
Wei Xinjian let out a painful groan. He aimed at Lin Sizhi again and pulled the trigger.
The fourth shot!
"Click."
Empty chamber!
Grind, grind, grind—
"Ahhhhhh—"
Even with a cloth strip tied around his mouth, Wei Xinjian let out an extremely painful roar!
The heavy iron block squeezed inward again, and intense pain spread through his mind. Wei Xinjian could barely feel the existence of his own head.
He used all his strength to point the gun at himself and fired the fifth shot.
"Click."
The fifth shot was a known empty chamber, nothing happened.
Blood began to flow from Wei Xinjian's eyes, mouth, ears, and nose. He could feel nothing but intense pain in his mind.
But finally, he squeezed out a word through gritted teeth—
"Die..."
Wei Xinjian shakily raised the pistol one last time.
The last live round, as long as he shot the innocent person opposite him, the game would end, and the mechanism would stop.
"Click."
The last shot was fired.
Wei Xinjian's eyes were already covered in blood, his vision blurred, and his ears were tightly clamped by the iron blocks, so he couldn't hear any sound.
But he could still feel something unusual in his right hand holding the gun.
No vibration, no recoil, nothing happened.
Still an empty chamber!
"Ugh—woo—ah—
"You—lied—"
There was no live round in the pistol at all.
Wei Xinjian's throat burst out with a final roar, but soon, his voice stopped abruptly.
Grind, grind, grind—
The heavy iron block advanced another 1.29cm, causing irreversible permanent damage to his cranium.
Death was only a matter of time.
As if all his strength had been instantly drained, Wei Xinjian's right hand dropped, and the silver revolver fell.
"Click."
Accompanied by a series of mechanical sounds, all the mechanisms locking the two people in the iron chairs opened.
As the mechanisms opened, Wei Xinjian fell to the ground, already on his last breath.
But at this moment, Wei Xinjian vaguely saw that the innocent person opposite him had actually woken up and stood up from the chair.
"Save—save me—"
Driven by his last will to survive, Wei Xinjian struggled to reach out.
"Save me—"
Wei Xinjian saw the innocent person raise a hand and untie the cloth strip knotted behind their head.
But there was no expression on their face.
"Save—"
Wei Xinjian had not forgotten his last struggle.
However, Lin Sizhi reached out and picked up the revolver that had fallen to the side, and with a "click," ejected the cylinder.
Then, he took a live round from his pocket and put it in.
"You—you—"
Wei Xinjian's eyes were completely obscured by blood, but through the blurred scene in front of him, he vaguely realized something, something very important.
When the last shot was fired, Wei Xinjian found that there was no live round in the revolver at all.
So he thought the rules had deceived him.
But at this moment, Wei Xinjian realized that the rules had not lied:
The rules stated:
"In this confined space, there is an innocent person, a revolver, and one live round."
"The revolver cylinder has 6 chambers, five of which are empty and distributed randomly in the cylinder."
However, the rules never said that this live round was in the gun's cylinder.
"Click."
Lin Sizhi cocked the hammer, and the dark muzzle pointed at the dying Wei Xinjian.
"Bang!"