Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1287: A Very Simple Pocket Dimension

Chapter 1287: A Very Simple Pocket Dimension

The results of the next barbecue round ignited Senping's camp's confidence and hope. When the reserved and quiet housewife stepped down from the emblem, almost everyone celebrated the victory. Originally, she had one lamb leg and one beef rib on her plate, and just now, she had another lamb leg, completing a pair again.
The exuberant cheers from the distance almost overwhelmed the hearing of everyone in Lin Sanjiu's camp. She almost didn't hear the grand prize murmuring one word to himself, "Three."
"What?" she instinctively asked.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'll tell you after it's over," the grand prize replied.
He turned around and seemed to finally realize that the faces of the people around him didn't look too good. It was natural; even though he had spoken with conviction, these strangers who had just met naturally wouldn't fully believe him.
As the chef bent down to take out another piece of meat, Lin Sanjiu's gaze was drawn to a dispute within Senping's camp.
"You've all received three pieces of meat already," the dark-skinned woman waved the plate in her hand, and two chicken sausages rolled onto the plate. She said, "It's my turn this time."
Crane had a different opinion, "Each of you has collected a pair of identical roasted meats, and I'm still two singles. It's my turn this time."
The grand prize suddenly jumped up, even startling Lin Sanjiu. Before Senping could speak, he quickly interjected, "That lady! Can I delay you for a few seconds?"
The dark-skinned woman looked around, pointing to herself, asking, "Me?"
"Yes."
He patted Lin Sanjiu on the shoulder, seemingly reassuring her. Then, he quickly ran over like a rabbit that had seen a carrot. "I'll tell you something privately. It'll be quick! There's some news you should be interested in."
Although appearances can be deceiving, the grand prize indeed had an appearance that made people underestimate his combat power. The dark-skinned woman thought for two seconds and saw that Senping didn't object or agree, so she quickly approached Ji Shanqing and the two of them whispered a few words—both of them deliberately lowered their voices, and with the sizzling of the barbecue and the sound of the waves crashing, no one could hear anything.
The grand prize returned, and Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you tell her?"
"You'll find out soon."
On the other hand, the dark-skinned woman also faced the same question from Senping: "What did you talk about?"
"He told me he will tell us after this barbecue round."
She turned to look at the chef, urging, "Have you decided? Who will take the meat this time?"
Senping's gaze shifted to Ji Shanqing, and he answered, "You'll go this time."
The dark-skinned woman was visibly surprised, raising one eyebrow high. She glanced at Crane, then stepped onto the yellow emblem with her plate without saying a word. The chef still kept his head down, focusing on the roasting meat. For a moment, the entire beach fell silent for the first time. Everyone was waiting for the result of this piece of meat.
"It's done." The chef finally raised his head and picked up a piece of beef rib. "Here you go."
The dark-skinned woman looked dazedly at the two chicken sausages and one beef rib on her plate.
"She didn't get it this time," someone whispered.
Senping stepped forward and raised his voice to explain, "The probability of chicken sausages appearing in this round is much higher than beef rib and lamb leg. That's why I arranged for her to take it. However, a higher probability doesn't guarantee certainty. As I said before, my method probably has an 80% accuracy rate. Missing once or twice doesn't count as an accident."
With that, he turned to Crane and said, "It's your turn next."
That is to say, Senping predicts that the next appearance will be either a beef rib or a lamb leg—only then can Crane get a pair again. Crane also considered this and asked, "Is it possible for a lamb leg to appear next? After all, the consecutive appearance of two beef ribs seems unlikely."
Senping glanced at him and said, "Yes, the likelihood of a lamb leg appearing next is the highest."
As Crane nodded and stepped onto the emblem, the dark-skinned woman walked towards the group with her plate. Facing the quiet inquiries from her allies, she had just started to answer when Senping suddenly turned around and asked, "What are you saying?"
"I said," she replied loudly, "that girl over there just told me that you would arrange for me to get the chicken sausages, but I definitely won't get the chicken sausage."
Her words seemed like a gust of wind, evoking different expressions on everyone's faces. The grand prize immediately raised one hand as if he had done something good and laughed, "There's more to it!"
"What else did she say?" Senping's face darkened for the first time. His hair and eyebrows were all snowy white, and he had a certain intimidating presence when his face turned serious.
The dark-skinned woman pursed her lips. She turned to look at Crane, who was still waiting for the roasted meat, and replied, "She also said that the next time after mine is the chicken sausages, but the person you arranged to get them is not Li Xing. It's Crane."
Crane twisted his head in surprise, but before he could react, following closely on the heels of her words, the chef announced, "It's done. It's a chicken sausage!"
This was exactly what Ji Shanqing predicted—those glances that went back and forth, the momentary doubt that flashed by, all turned into an uproar and whispers.
"How could that girl know so clearly?"
"She's just lucky, isn't she?"
Standing among the group of people, Senping said nothing for a moment. He sighed when the chef put the next piece of meat on the barbecue. He was about to speak when the grand prize called out from afar, "He's going to do it himself this time!"
Everyone's gaze immediately focused on Senping.
"You'll say that because you've guessed wrong twice in a row, you want to test it yourself this time, right?" Ji Shanqing didn't give him a chance to speak, and he rattled on, "The meat this round is a skewer. If he takes it, he can complete four skewers. Think about it carefully; the chef never said that all eight of us could win this beach barbecue... Only the first to complete four pieces of meat can be absolutely safe."
When Ji Shanqing quickly explained the rules, everyone in Senping's camp changed their expressions.
"Are you using us as stepping stones?" Chubby Li Xing frowned as if this was a math problem he couldn't figure out. "We got a pair of roasted meat just because we were lucky, right?"
"Don't joke," Senping replied coldly. "Look at everyone. Only one person didn't get the same roasted meat due to an accident. If it weren't for me, where would we get such good luck?"
"Is it a skewer this round?" Tall Ge asked a pointed question.
"According to my estimation, it's not, but I must try it out." Senping's face calmed down. "Do you want to believe in an outsider's manipulation? I've guessed correctly for several rounds. How about that guy? Besides, don't forget that we heard what he said in this woman's retelling. Who knows, maybe they have already teamed up!"