39 Clues Games の小説・ストーリー

The user at the top started typing. ‘The game is about to begin. For the first game, you’ll be given some set of riddles and you have just 6minutes as a deadline for you to answer. We will both play in turns and whoever wins the finals passes but if you fail, it will lead to the death of one of your loved ones.” The moment I finished reading it, it disappeared from my screen. Okay this is getting a bit creepy but can someone tell this dumbass to stop playing with the life of my loved ones? Can we just get the game started? Pfff!

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

I didn't expect her to stay in the stables for so long. As I watch her, she looks so vulnerable, her fierce expression matching her stubborn attitude. I don't know how we got to this point. We still haven’t caught Finn Dixon, but we have a lead. After we fell into their trap at the warehouse, we discovered a crucial clue. The fundraiser event is set for next weekend, and we suspect that Finn might make a move then.

he said, walking over. “Try not to slow me down,” I said, slipping the parchment into my pocket. He held up his hands. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” *** We were handed our first clue by a grinning elder and a burlap sack much like the ones the kids had used. “Item-based?” I asked. “Items, riddles, and two photo clues,” the elder confirmed. “And one team challenge.” Derek glanced down at the list. “We can do this.”

“Okay, it’s almost time. Let me introduce the rules of the game to you. Today’s game is divided into three series. It’s very simple.” Jack’s cold voice reached Brent’s mind accurately through the sensor. “The first series is a jigsaw puzzle game. On the screen in front of you, there will be a hundred round wireframes. There are a hundred little girls inside. You have to find out the difference. The time limit is three minutes. If you fail the challenge within the stipulated time, see the iron rod at the bottom of the screen? It will be inserted directly into your mouth.” As soon as he finished speaking, the live broadcast room was in a frenzy.

I spotted mine right away it was set up according to our assigned numbers and stepped straight inside. The first clue was waiting on a little chit, just like the rules said. But when I read it, my mind went blank for a second. It was written in the old language of witches and wizards from the Great Age of magic, the kind only I could make sense of. Ancient runes. [I am someone who keeps everything safe, for hundreds and thousands of years. You'll find the next clue in me, if you are greedy.] I frowned hard, my brows knitting together. What the hell? These were straight-up riddles, and my brain needed to kick into high gear.

They opened without a sound, but Vivian’s sharp inhale was audible. Every chapter of the Valhalla Club possessed a unique element that set it apart. Cape Town was known for its wraparound aquarium, Tokyo for its three-hundred-sixty-degree views from atop one of the city’s highest buildings. New York had its helipad and secret underground tunnel system. But the library was the heart and soul of almost every branch. It was where deals were brokered, confidences shared, and alliances forged or broken. Tonight, for once, it was empty.

When no one asked questions, he added, “The first team to collect all their tokens and solve the final clue wins.” “If there are no questions, Miss Treton will now pair you into groups of four.” At his command, Miss Treton stepped forward—but not before giving me a sly smile. I furrowed my brows, trying to figure out what she was up to. But when she put me, Emily, Hasan, and Jordan in a group, my suspicions about her eased slightly. She handed Emily a small envelope, which she opened. Together, we read the clue out loud. By the time we finished, Jordan snapped his fingers.

someone interrupts, excitement bubbling in his voice. Daryl claps his hands once. “Good question! It’s the Game of Hunt.” A grin spreads across his face. “Each team will search the resort grounds for hidden treasures. Think of it like a scavenger hunt—but not so easy. Clues have been carefully planted, and only the team that finds all their assigned treasures wins.” A chorus of whoas rises from the group. “Sounds tough,” someone says. Daryl nods, still grinning. “There’s just one small problem,” he says, tapping his clipboard.

"Each team must decipher a series of clues hidden around the estate. First team to collect all five roses wins an exclusive dinner aboard La Perla Nera." "Of course she named her yacht The Black Pearl," Sloane muttered under her breath. The game was on. We tore through the villa grounds in pairs. Clues hidden beneath wine barrels in the cellar, etched under loose tiles on the patio, or tucked behind frames in the parlor. Gianni was sharp and quick with riddles. He made the chase fun, but every time I caught sight of Alexander and Ramona, my chest squeezed." She was glued to his side, and not in the friendly way.