Qi Ming walked up from behind and, noticing Wen Qiao staring intently at a bottle of water, asked curiously, "Why are you fixated on that bottle of water? Did the crew put poison in it?"
With that, he reached out to grab it.
Wen Qiao said in a deep voice, "Keep your paws off."
Qi Ming: "......."
Fine, hands off.
It's not a big deal.
Wen Qiao glanced at the bottle of water and then at the number directly above it on the level. A guess formed in his mind.
Of the five empty squares, four were connected, and two numbers away was the next empty square.
Wen Qiao filled in the number pointed to by the level above the solitary square and then stared at the other four empty squares.
Qi Ming watched from the side and asked curiously, "How do you know it's this number?"
"I don't know," Wen Qiao replied casually. "Just a wild guess."
Qi Ming exclaimed, "And you dare to fill it in? What if you're wrong and there's a trap?"
