Daniel's face was pale as death.
He was only two or three steps away from the Sphinx, which he should have climbed energetically, but at this moment, his limbs went numb, paralyzed!
Why?!
Why did Bruce die?!
The answer to that riddle was clearly 'human'! — In life's morning, crawling on all fours; at noon, walking on two legs; and in the evening of life, old and decrepit, needing a cane, thus, three legs!
The well-known answer, why doesn't it work here?!
Mute has already fallen to his death, and now Bruce is dead too. If he answers wrong one more time, he would lose the game!
Under the blazing sun, Daniel was drenched in a cold sweat.
He thought desperately, frantically, where had he gone wrong?! The answer was clearly 'human', so why was it incorrect?! Could it be... could it be... not accurate enough?
Daniel slowly calmed down.
Could there be more than one answer? Maybe he should reply 'baby', 'youth', 'elder'.
That doesn't seem right either.
