I quickly looked at the staff.

Sure enough, their eyes were sinister and icy as they looked at the three of us.

We were like sheep being stared at by wolves.

At this moment, the entire carousel waiting area had only the three of us.

On the carousel, there was not a single survivor, but it continued to rotate. Looking at the countdown, there were still thirty seconds left.

I stared intently at that warning sign.

I clearly remembered Rule Four: Always pay attention to the sub-rules throughout the amusement park; perhaps they can save your life.

But why does this one seem more like mocking our impending death?

I looked at the third item on the warning sign: Use your brain, and surviving is simple.

How is it simple to survive?!

On this high-speed rotating carousel, there are no seat belts or safety locks. How can we possibly hold on with just our hands?

Moreover, if our hands are holding onto the pole, what can we use to cover our mouths?

I anxiously looked around.

As I looked, my eyes suddenly focused on the thick double-stranded red rope surrounding the carousel.

If only I could use such a thick rope as a seat belt to tie myself to the carousel.

Wouldn't the probability of being thrown off be much smaller!