There were twelve people in the car.
One person violated the rules, and eleven people remained.
Now, one "ghost" is out, and ten people remain.
The job of voting hasn't been made easier by attrition.
Instead, the speed of advancement became difficult and slow.
After Jiang Fang calmed down, the irritable and talkative college student Wu Yukai began to move again.
Although he didn't dare to question others as arrogantly as before, he still remembered the fact that Fatty voted for him, so he bit Fatty, saying that he was deliberately taking a rhythm to harm himself, and resolutely voted for him. fat man.
The second vote that Fatty got was cast by Zhao Guanglu.
He couldn't say any reason, he just felt that the fat man had a sinister aura.
These two votes are emotional votes.
To say that it is convincing, it is certainly not enough, but it is enough to make the people who were voted panic.
In the face of such a situation, the fat man could still be stable.
He leaned on the back of the chair expressionlessly and took out a cigarette. Since he didn't find a lighter, he simply put the dry cigarette in his mouth.
The fat man bit the filter and said vaguely that he was an ordinary game programmer, working in a third-rate game company that was about to go out of business. He was thirty-four or five years old, and had accomplished nothing.
He said coldly: "My wife and I have long since divorced, and my daughter is with me."
"Two days ago, she was at home and gone."
"You vote." He said indifferently, the fat on his face moved, "After you vote for me, if I die, go see my daughter."
As he said these words, the atmosphere in the car became even more depressed.
Zhao Guanglu, who was also divorced, listened to his words, and even felt a little empathetic remorse.
… no one goes to the third vote anymore.
Nan Zhou watched all this calmly and curiously.
In fact, even if Fatty didn't say these things, everyone would not easily vote with him.
The third vote is the death vote.
Normal people would not want to take this responsibility.
After what happened to Liu Xiao, everyone did not become more decisive.
If the death on the other side is really a ghost, they will not have any psychological burden.
Every player is a living person, and everyone has their own experience.
Nan Zhou talked about the art courses he taught.
Li Yinhang talked about the strange things he encountered in the wiring work.
The men and women sitting together testify against each other, and together they confirm how the property in their community is not a human being.
Qin Yadong said that he is an ordinary civil servant who works from 9 to 5, and his life is not turbulent. The leader occasionally sbs, and he just wants to live peacefully with his dead salary.
People who meet by chance are talking about their lives vividly, each with their own hardships and reasons.
… in order to survive.
Or to earn points for killing someone else.
After some discussion, Nan Zhou won two votes.
These two votes were cast by the pair of men and women who got on the bus together and sat in the same row.
Their question is, how did Nan Zhou escape the people who checked the car in the morning, and how did he get out from under the seat without disturbing anyone
Faced with such a result, Nan Zhou was not very nervous, and didn't even plan to explain.
Because this kind of problem is not easy to explain, it will be more and more black.
It's far more reasonable to attribute it all to "luck" than to force an explanation.
Besides, Xie Yangyang, who was in the same group as them, was more panicked than the current Nan Zhou.
She and the man and woman are only temporarily allied, but she doesn't want to play the role that decides the life and death of others.
Time passes in seconds.
The unspeakable sense of urgency made everyone cast their votes one after another.
Fatty, who won two votes from Zhao Guanglu and Wu Yukai, voted for Qin Yadong behind him.
Because he still insisted that when he got into the car, he didn't feel anyone behind him.
Qin Yadong shrugged helplessly and good-naturedly, recognized the vote, and gave it to Jiang Fang without even retaliating.
He explained: "Mr. Jiang, I'm just worried... There will be cases where 'ghosts' deliberately identify teammates and gain everyone's trust."
Jiang Fang nodded in approval, turned the silver ring on his wrist, and said with a smile, "Mr. Qin is right, this is indeed the case."
Xie Yangyang was really unsure and chose to abstain.
At present, only Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou, and Li Yinhang are left with the remaining tickets.
There are less than three minutes left to reach the next tunnel.
If you pass through the tunnel, this round of voting will be void.
On the human side, there will be only two rounds of voting left.
To accurately pick out two "ghosts" from ten people, the probability is too low.
… In order to ensure the survival of the ultimate owner, in the voting process, it is difficult for them not to exclude several wrong options.
Currently, two votes have been cast for --gt;gt;
Nan Zhou and Fatty, Jiang Fang and Qin Yadong each got one vote.
Excluding one abstention, three more votes were not cast.
Those who have already voted can't help but focus on these three people.
Even by trial and error.
These three people have the ability to reduce the probability of finding a "ghost" from 2 in 10 to 2 in 9, or even 2 in 8.
Li Yinhang could feel everyone's slightly expectant gaze.
She didn't care about it, her fingers clenched tightly on the edge of the seat, thinking, why did that person say that just now
She wasn't sure whether her guess was correct or not. She was hesitating when suddenly, behind her, there was a light sound of the hem of her clothes rubbing against her when she stood up.
Nan Zhou stood up and walked to the front row without looking sideways.
His leather shoes with a little heel stepped on the ground, tap, tap, tap, the rhythm was very slow, and it sounded not in a hurry.
Nan Zhou slowly walked to the front row under the watchful eyes of the public.
Li Yinhang watched helplessly as Nan Zhou sat down beside the person she was secretly observing just now.
She stood up reflexively and stared at Nan Zhou.
And Jiang Fang, who was sitting in the front row of her, raised her head slightly, looked at Li Yinhang, and said with a smile, "Miss Li, what did you think of?"
No one noticed the little movement on their side.
Nan Zhou's behavior was so strange that all his attention was drawn there.
Nan Zhou didn't seem to be conscious of his abnormal behavior. After taking his seat, he deliberately tidied up the side of his wrinkled windbreaker before turning his face away and asking, "Sir, what do you think is the biggest difference between human players and 'ghost' players. What is it?"
"… "
This question is too direct, and the effect is of course quite explosive.
The fat on the face of the fat man being questioned shook slightly.
He looked at Nan Zhou with a bad tone: "Mr. Luo, what do you mean?"
Nan Zhou seemed unable to hear the unhappiness in Fatty's tone, and continued to ask, "What do you think is the most important thing to play this game well?"
Fatty didn't mess himself up, and replied, "Of course I'll find the 'ghost'."
"No." Nan Zhou said seriously, "It is to understand the rules of the game."
With that said, he turned his head and looked at Liu Xiao, who had fallen to the ground and the white pulp on the mushroom umbrella had turned into a gray-white semi-liquid.
Before Liu Xiao died, he tried to change his life by explaining the identities of his two teammates.
However, in fact, he had no idea who his two teammates were.
People who are about to die are unwilling to give up even a little bit of hope.
At the juncture of life and death, even if he did not pull the two teammates to die together, he would not give up asking them for help.
But before his death, Liu Xiao looked at everyone with blank, hateful eyes, and no specific destination.
This confirmed Nan Zhou's conjecture.
Nan Zhou had guessed this from the very beginning of the game.
That mushroom told them many rules of the game.
But the most important thing Nan Zhou heard was—
"It's a fair game."
Fair, what do you mean
- The game is fair to the "ghost" players, and the game is equally fair to the human players.
"So, the 'ghost' couldn't have been in the car in the first place."
"It's not fair to the player, the 'ghost' will have a lot of information ahead of time."
"Similarly, 'ghosts' don't know who their teammates are."
"The reason is as above, it's not fair to the players."
"These three 'ghost' players should have been sent to this car at a special time."
"No matter which side you are, you don't know who your partner is."
"People are looking for their companions, and so are 'ghosts'."
After talking to himself for a while, Nan Zhou looked at Fatty again: "So, that's the only way to play."
The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly, and the direction of his cheek muscles was on the verge of getting out of control: "Mr. Luo..."
"My surname is neither Luo nor Luo Yan."
Nan Zhou said, "I saw this name from the missing person notice posted on the light box, so I used it."
Hearing this, for some unknown reason, Fatty's expression changed drastically, he stood up suddenly, but Nan Zhou grabbed his stubby wrist.
He didn't seem to be exerting much force, but the fat man was pale and his thick lips were trembling as he held him.
Nan Zhou still looked forward, under Fatty's fierce pulling, he remained motionless and his tone was calm.
"Now, I answer the question I just asked myself: What's the difference between a 'ghost' player and a human player?"
"The difference is that the human players who have been in the car for a long time will only focus on observing people."
Nan Zhou looked at Fatty: "Only ghosts, since they are newcomers, they will observe the surrounding environment more carefully than anyone else."
"So, 'ghosts' are most likely to be exposed at such times."
"Sir, you say, is that true?" :,