Chapter 188

Chapter 188
Eve’s POV
The "Recipient" room on the other side.
I sat on a chair with my eyes closed, recalling previous psychology lessons.
"Prisoner's Dilemma?" I muttered to myself. "No, it should be the 'Bucket Law'..."
The weakest member of the team will determine the overall strength of the team. My fingers tapped the table slightly, counting in my heart. "But which 'plank' really belongs to this bucket of ours..."
The "spies" from both sides should have met the "senders" by now. I kept my eyes closed and tried my best to simulate the scene in my mind.
About ten minutes had passed, but our "spy" still hadn't delivered the letter, which indicated that Lila's persuasion had failed. After all, a woman in love had no reason to kill her lover with her own hands.
"As for the other side..."
I opened my eyes and reached out to play with the silver key on the table.
"Walter has most likely defected," I thought.
My expression gradually turned cold. "From now on, the other side will have the help of two 'spies' at the same time. Things are developing in the worst direction."
The good news was that the "Bucket Law" had officially failed, and there were no longer any weak points in our team. I slowly gave a sneer. "Next comes the 'MiG-25 effect.'"
Just at that moment, a voice suddenly came from the door. "When the former Soviet Union was building the MiG-25 fighter jet, even though all its components were inferior to those of the United States, it could still make it a world-class fighter jet by enhancing its overall performance. This is the 'MiG-25 effect,' isn't it?"
I turned my head and saw the "spy" girl was standing outside the door, looking at me.
I didn't care why she knew about the MiG-25 effect. The most important thing was that she was holding a box in her hand and the box was locked.
"Do you think the 'MiG-25 effect' is correct?" the girl asked.
"I'm not quite sure," I said expressionlessly. "I'm not sure if the 'parts' that belong to me now are in good condition, but as soon as you showed up, all my doubts vanished."
"Did you suddenly have an epiphany as soon as I showed up? Then you are truly a genius that comes once in a hundred years." The girl placed the box on the table in front of me with a hint of mockery. "Now, please use your 'MiG-25 effect' to open this box."
I took a close look at the box. The golden lock was firmly in place.
I tried with the silver key at hand, but it wouldn't open at all.
I picked up the box again and gently shook it. Sure enough, I heard a "rustling" sound inside.
There was a letter.
"How should I address you?" I asked.
"Amy."
"Amy, did you smash the key just now?" I asked.
"Do you think your teammate will give me the key?" Amy folded her arms. "Can't a person like you, who thinks you're smart, open the box without a key?"
"It's great that she didn't give you the key." I raised the corner of my mouth. "Did you hear that just now?"
"Hear what?"
"Footsteps." I said. "The sound insulation of this old hotel isn't good. You should have heard footsteps before you moved, right?"
"So what?" Amy pursed her lips. "The only ones who could move in the entire building were me and that old man. It's not surprising to hear footsteps."
"But why did he set off earlier than you?" I tapped the table and looked at Amy meaningfully. "Why did our 'spy' set off at the first moment?"
"You..." Amy's expression froze for a moment.
"What do you think are your chances of survival in this game?" I kept tapping on the table, trying to break through her psychological defense with words. "If your team cooperates with our 'spy,' do you still have a chance of winning?"
"I see." Amy's eyes gradually turned cold. "You couldn't open the box, so you turned your target to me? Wouldn't doing this be too childish?"
I nodded. "Have you seen through all this?"
"Stop trying to bewitch me." Amy took a step back. "I could never trust you."
I fell silent and instead looked at my fingers tapping on the table.
"It's about time," I muttered to myself. "Let me verify whether the 'parts' work well..."
Before Amy could understand the meaning of this sentence, a noisy shout suddenly came from another corridor.
It sounded like someone was fighting.
It was just a pity that we were a bit far away and couldn't hear the specific content clearly.
"Very good. It's a 'superior part.'" I stopped tapping the table with my fingers. Instead, I slowly stood up. "Miss, if you had just agreed to cooperate with us, the outcome would have been completely different. But now there's no chance. You're just a 'spare part.'"
"Oh, that's really interesting." Amy shook her head helplessly. "Then I'll see how you can get the letter."
I didn't try to open the lock at all.
Instead, I picked up my own silver lock and locked it back onto the box.
At this point, the box had two locks at the same time.
"Have you gone insane?" Amy asked. "Putting on another lock, is it an attempt at 'negative equals positive'?"
"Am I mentally unstable? It's really possible." I picked up the box and handed it to Amy. "Excuse me. Please return it to the 'sender' for me."
"What?" Amy was taken aback.
Return this two-locked box to the "sender"?
"So that's it..." She was instantly taken aback and immediately understood my plan. "You, wait a moment..."
Without waiting for her to finish speaking, I pushed her out of the room directly and then locked the door.
I saw Amy step into the corridor with one foot. The countdown on the wall lit up: three minutes.
I also knew that Amy, who was holding the box at this moment, must have had a complicated expression on her face.
I guessed if Amy had known I was this kind of person, she should have pretended to agree just now.
I sighed and walked to the door, pressing close to it. The sound insulation of this house was just so-so, and the sounds from the other corridor also became clearly audible.
Before long, my expression became serious.
I clearly heard that green-haired guy shouting, "You damn old dog! You actually ruined the key!"