Chapter 1130
Chapter 1130: The Survival Game in the Little Dark Room (5)_1
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Not a trace of passage through the jungle.
At that moment, Ella Pemberton finally understood why, during the six months of training, there would always be people suspecting Flossie Wright of cheating.
Because now, her first reaction was that Flossie Wright had cheated.
"How did you get back?"
Approaching her, Ella Pemberton kept her composure and slowly asked.
"Asking me?"
Lifting her head, Flossie Wright slightly raised her eyebrows.
Nodding, Ella Pemberton simply sat down in front of her, waiting for her answer.
Unfortunately—
With a light, teasing smile, Flossie Wright simply said, "I walked back."
"Just like that?" Ella Pemberton probed.
"Yes." Nodding and finishing the last bite of wild fruit, Flossie Wright tilted her head and saw the doubt in Ella Pemberton’s eyes. She didn’t continue with the riddle and went straight to the point, "You didn’t pick a good location. I took a shortcut."
"A shortcut?" Ella Pemberton couldn’t hide her astonishment.
Pausing slightly, Flossie Wright sized her up for a few moments, then took out the map, spread it between them, and pointed to a spot, "Here."
Ella Pemberton cast her eyes down.
She saw a route drawn in black line.
By her estimate, no more than twenty kilometers.
Taking in the terrain, Ella Pemberton couldn’t help but feel a shock.
Flossie Wright wasn’t just completing a mission; she was gambling with her life!
The route she had chosen was one Ella Pemberton had considered too, but after analyzing it, she had completely dismissed it.
That road was all cliffs and steep drops. If she remembered correctly, there was also a dangerous swamp.
It was fraught with peril at every turn.
Those who dared choose this path were basically courting death. Even experienced frogmen would seldom return unscathed.
"Oh, I waited here for a while, and when you didn’t come, I went to the dormitory and took a shower." Seeing that she had understood, Flossie Wright casually added another sentence.
...Took a shower...
Took a shower...
Ella Pemberton was dumbfounded, looking incredulously at Flossie Wright.
She’d taken such a dangerous route, and not only was she unharmed, but she even felt like taking a shower?
Such strong mental fortitude; even Ella Pemberton had to admit she was impressed.
"Flossie Wright!"
After weighing her thoughts, Ella Pemberton suddenly raised her voice.
Flossie Wright looked up at her but did not respond.
Sitting right here, she couldn’t just stand up and salute her again.
After a whole day of exhaustion, she was tired enough.
Looking at her seriously, Ella Pemberton spoke with a stern tone, word by word, "I have the right to ask you, to recount everything you experienced today."
Not surprised, Flossie Wright quickly agreed.
It would be odd if Ella Pemberton wasn’t curious.
However, her experience... at least to her, was very normal.
She liked adventure and challenges, and also liked simplicity and decisiveness. The route she had chosen was the ideal one for her.
So naturally, she had taken that path.
With her past life experience and this life’s training, cliffs and precipices were easily manageable.
The swamp wasn’t big; it had taken her some time there.
Plus, she was lucky. When there was no road, she found a river and simply followed it down.
What looked like a difficult journey turned out to be no problem at all.
At the very least, although she had several scratches on her body, she had no serious injuries. Though it wasn’t easy, she had reached the destination ahead of time, already having taken a shower and picked some wild fruits to fill her stomach while Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips were still making their way through the forest.
"Flossie Wright." After listening to her rough recounting, Ella Pemberton’s mood gradually settled, and with particular earnestness, she called out her name.
Flossie Wright looked up at her.
Gazing at her with a serious expression, Ella Pemberton’s lips gradually revealed a smile, generously and unabashedly praising, "You are truly remarkable."
Slightly raising her eyebrows, Flossie Wright replied with a light laugh, "Thanks."
Remarkable, huh?
Few people had ever described her that way.
But for genuine praise, she was always willing to accept it with grace.
The two didn’t wait there for long.
Just past five o’clock, Nancy Phillips hurried back, with Jessie Grain closely following, the time difference between the two not more than ten minutes.
It was said that both had taken shortcuts as well, although they hadn’t been as adventurous as Flossie Wright. They chose paths that were a bit closer but not as precarious.
With three of them performing exceptionally, Ella Pemberton was quite satisfied and didn’t impose any additional training on them that night.
They went back to rest directly.
Seven in the evening.
Becca Reyes came back after dinner, heading straight to Flossie Wright’s dormitory.
After not seeing her for three days, she seemed even more talkative than before, discussing all sorts of things, trivial or otherwise.
However, she did not mention a word about Stuart Weston and Calvin Ramos.
Not until bedtime did Flossie Wright remember what Belinda Nichols had mentioned—
Sandy Cruz had come looking for her.
Turning over and closing her eyes, Flossie Wright didn’t mind and thought to talk about it the next day.
But she hadn’t expected that, from the next day on, she wouldn’t see the sunlight for ten consecutive days.
The following day, as soon as they assembled, Ella Pemberton took them to a secluded building.
"Starting today, you will stay here for ten days. In the coming ten days, you will not see the sun, cannot play with phones or computers, and no one will talk to you. Every meal will be delivered to you, and if you really cannot bear it, you can ask the person delivering the meals to request to give up."
Ella Pemberton swept a serious gaze over them, paused, then amplified her voice, "But remember, once you choose to give up, you will no longer have the chance to become a sniper."
The three of them answered in unison.
Flossie Wright’s eyebrows paused slightly, and following the others, she entered a room and briefly surveyed it.
All she saw was a bed.
Just one bed!
Other than that, there was nothing.
Flossie Wright’s mouth twitched slightly.
Could it be, the so-called "isolation challenge"?
— End of Chapter 1130 —