Killer sequence warehouse.
Bai Yi and Bai Jiamu poked the spades that fell on the front in a bored manner. Bai Yi sighed and looked at the ice on his fingers, and said quietly: "...If the spades are not a normal person, I now suspect that he has died hard."
Bai Jiamu glanced at him speechlessly: "Can you say something nice?"
"This is the best thing I can think of." Bai Yi cupped his face in both hands, his eyes drooping slightly, "I really don't like seeing dead people."
"It was the same when my wife died. The last second was fine, but the next second she fell to the ground motionless."
"It's really a momentary thing that people are gone."
Bai Jiamu had a meal: "Don't think about it."
"If I could bear not thinking about it, I won't be in this game now." Bai Yi tilted his head and whispered with a blank look. I didn't know where I went, so I squatted beside her cemetery every day in a daze, until I was driven away by the old man who guarded the tomb."
Bai Jiamu was quiet for a while and asked: "Why didn't you go home at that time?"
"I don't want to go home." Bai Yi lowered his head, "... I feel that a place without her is not a home, it's just a house."
"Last year when Spades took us to win the game, each of us in the team got a wish. Two people made it. I wanted to wish her back, but it was stopped by Spades. "
"Yeah." Bai Jiamu lowered his eyes, "I was also stopped, no permission."
Bai Yi suddenly smiled: "... This guy's intuition is really amazing sometimes."
"The two guys who made the wish disappeared from this world in a short time. I spent a lot of time and couldn't find it. In reality, in the game, no one seems to remember the existence of these two people. It was last year. People in the championship team."
"Later I went to check it alone." Bai Jiamu said, "I didn't find any information, but I can roughly infer it—"
"—The people of the champion team who had made wishes over the years have all disappeared out of thin air. They have also erased their retained information, whether in the game or in reality. I can't even find a video tape that they saved during the game. ."
"It feels like... never existed."
Bai Yi sighed again: "Although I probably guessed that this shit wish is not a good thing, it is still very sad after verification. The god who made us wish also said that if you don't want to do it now, you can save the wish first. stand up."
"Deer hunters, Golden Dawn, and the King's Crown have done the same thing. If they realize that there is a risk in making a wish, they will store the wish first."
"I don't know whether my wishes are good or bad. I train so hard every day, and now I have to experience the death of my teammates. Sometimes I think—" Bai Yi turned his head to look at Bai Jiamu, and asked lightly, "Xiaojia, you Say why do we continue?"
"I really want to ask those Grand Guild leaders who have got their wishes, what are their reasons for sticking to it?"
Bai Jiamu tilted his head slightly, did not face Bai Yi's loose eyes, and asked calmly, "Didn't you ask the god of rebellion? He was once the half president of a deer hunter, and he also had a wish in his hand."
Bai Yi's eyes suddenly returned, he fell silent, and said after a long time: "The reason given by the gods is too strange."
Bai Jiamu glanced at him and asked, "What reason?"
"The only reason Nishen wants to continue to get wishes is—" Bai Yi slowly raised his head, "—to prevent others from getting wishes from God."
A hospital ward.
Bai Liu closed his eyes and breathed and lay on the hospital bed steadily. His skin color was almost as white as a bed sheet. His hand on the quilt was facing upwards, one wrist was tied with a pulse compression band, and the back of his hand was getting a drip.
The neckline of his shirt was slightly open, and the connector attached to the electrocardiogram extended out of the shirt and connected to the electrocardiograph next to him. The waveform on the small screen of the electrocardiograph was gently undulating.
"It's been two days, why haven't you woken up yet..." Mu Sicheng said dazedly, lying beside Bai Liu's bed, "Didn't the doctor say that there is nothing wrong..."
"Blood tests, brain CT, MRI, all the tests that can be done." Mu Ke clenched his fists on his knees, sitting on the bench with his back straight, his lips tightly pressed, and his eyes staring straight. Bai Liu on the hospital bed said, "Except for some minor external injuries, there are not too many problems detected for the time being."
Mu Sicheng suddenly became angry. He squinted his eyes and glanced at Mu Ke: "How could it be a minor injury after so much torture?!"
Tang Erda, who held his chest and lowered his head against the wall opposite the hospital bed, said abruptly: "Bai Liu's torture is usually caused by the pain and psychological tolerance of the other party."
"It's just pain, it's not fatal, and there are not even too many wounds. Even if it's caught, it's hard to judge. It's just that people are generally tortured crazy."
As soon as the name came out, the whole ward was silent, and no one spoke again.
Looking at everyone's gloomy expressions, Tang Er opened his mouth and changed a topic stiffly: "Liu Jiayi, did you discuss with Bai Liu earlier to make a game for Russell Cemetery to win?"
"Yeah." Liu Jiayi sat on the bench, lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly. "I don't know what Bai Liu and Charles discussed, so he told me about it when he came back, saying that he would make a round for Russell Cemetery to win. "
"I didn't agree at the beginning. This is too messy. Such things as counterfeit matches can only be done by magical guilds like the gambler club. Our new guilds who engage in such things will definitely decrease their popularity. "
"But Bai Liu finally convinced me."
Liu Jiayi glanced at Bai Liu who was not angry on the hospital bed through the visual goggles, took a deep breath and concentrated his attention before continuing: "First of all, it is the issue of popularity. In all aspects, we all need to be before the challenge. Let everyone get the gold medal from death, but from a practical point of view, this is unlikely."
"Our last game was against Russell Cemetery. The opponent's low popularity and cover-up tactical style caused this game, no matter how exciting, it would not be possible to attract high popularity to us. From the perspective of maximizing profit , We won the game and won not much, but the small gambling pool of Russell Cemetery was a 5% rake."
"The most valuable thing in the whole game is our own gambling pool."
"After entering the challenge, the gambling pools of both parties will be emptied and recalculated. Bai Liu wants to get our own gambling pool. The best way is to make the game by himself and let the other party win. But this is actually very easy to find. To facilitate the subsequent shaking of the pot, Bai Liu thought of pulling Charles into the water."
Mu Ke twisted his eyebrows: "But Charles, can you see our guild's gambling pool?"
"Of course I don’t like it. The gambling pool of Charles’ own gambler’s club is hundreds of times larger than our gambling pool. It’s far from enough for our Association to put it in front of him in terms of points." Liu Jiayi replied calmly, "But Charles and Bai Liu Different."
"What he likes is not money, but gambling itself. What he enjoys is the thrill of turning back dozens of times and winning big by small, otherwise this person would not spend so many points every year to discover dark horses from newcomers, instead of nurturing them. His own guild."
"From this point of view, Russell Cemetery's win against us is completely in line with this guy's gambling aesthetics, so Bai Liu clicked the hook and he bit the hook happily."
"When Bai Liu is ready to open the game, he will increase the advantage of the game and oppress the people at Russell Cemetery to the extreme. Widening the gap between the two gambling pools will give Charles a satisfactory preseason gambling game. At the same time, he will see if it can be achieved with the people at Russell Cemetery. Trading is a plan that kills three birds with one stone."
Liu Jiayi retracted the gaze falling on Bai Liu's face and took a deep breath: "Although from the final result, it is almost the same as Bai Liu expected, but..."
The process is too far apart.
Mu Sicheng realized something, and mumbled and complained: "Damn! No! So you only talked so little on the court this time? You and Bai Liu knew we would lose?!"
"Don't you discuss this kind of overall situation with us in advance?" Mu Sicheng asked with a sharp gaze, "I really missed us too much!"
Liu Jiayi rolled her eyes: "Will this game be played? You three adult men, if there is one who has a better acting skills, Bai Liu will not come to my eight-year-old girl to help him in the game."
Three adult men with poor acting skills all fell silent.
"Knocking."
The door of the ward heard the sound of being knocked cautiously.
Tang Er subconsciously glanced at Bai Liu on the hospital bed, and he had to draw his gun when he touched his waist. Only halfway through the draw did he realize that this was reality and not a game, and that no one would hurt Bai Liu anymore, so he paused.
Liu Jiayi noticed Tang Er's action of drawing his gun, and he also paused.
… Even Tang Er Da is allergic to this point.
Seeing Bai Liu being tortured by Bai Liu, it seems that everyone needs a certain recovery period.
Tang Erda put his hand down and said in a deep voice, "Please come in."
The door was slowly pushed open, Yuan Guang holding a heavy fruit basket in both hands, stood awkwardly outside the door, leaning slightly: "Excuse me, I'm here to visit Bai Liu."
Seeing that it was Yuan Guang, the expressions on everyone's faces faded in an instant. Even Tang Erda, a person who had always been lenient, just stared at Yuan Guang and didn't mean to invite the other party in.
Yuan Guang's heart, watched by four death sights: QAQ.
I want to immediately kneel and say sorry ten thousand times! ! !
In the end, Mu Ke opened his mouth first: "Thank you for visiting. Come in first."
Yuan Guang nodded tightly on his back and said thank you. He stepped on thin ice, gently placed the fruit basket next to the bed, and looked at Bai Liu on the bed with a slight worry: "Are you not awake yet? Doctor? How to say?"
"Didn't you just come to ask yesterday?" Mu Sicheng sneered without even looking at the other party. "What the doctor said yesterday is what the doctor said today. You can't remember it a day later?"
"Being good in front of others, is it a trick?"
The expression on Yuan Guang's face became more and more embarrassed. He clenched his fist and coughed. Mu Ke faintly interrupted Mu Sicheng: "The doctor said that today's situation is the same as before. There is nothing major, but he won't wake up anymore and can't eat normally. For things, we must consider the nutritional intake of gastric tube intubation."
"Considering that gastric tube intubation is very uncomfortable, I am still asking the doctor if there is any other way."
Yuan Guang fell silent. He opened his mouth to say something, but he felt pale.
He now knows everything about Bai Liu.
This young man who is three years younger than him is an Internet job like him. He was laid off not long ago. He lives in an old rented house with only about 40 square meters in a remote area. He grew up in an orphanage. .
My favorite thing to eat is a cheap hot pot with a discount of less than 50%. The mobile phone I used was an old style that my friend bought him when he graduated from university three years ago. The phone was hooked out and the screen broke, but Bai Liu hasn't replaced it yet.
When one person lives much better than another, the person who helps another person may only come from a kind of condescending sympathy, a kind of oppression of public opinion, a consideration of resource balance, and a kind of naturalization. The law of human nature is here.
The people who have been helped may not be very grateful, after all, the people who helped me have never tasted one ten thousandth of the suffering I have suffered.
But when one person lives much worse than another, this person goes to help the other person...
What is it for
Yuan Guang took a deep breath. He remembered seeing Bai Liu who fell on the ground with a pale face without a trace of blood. When Tang Er hit his arms and disappeared little by little, his brain was blank.
He shouted Bai Liu's name, wept unconsciously, and there were a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but in the end he just cried and said:
"Don't die!"
It's really embarrassing.
"Mr. Charles came to me." Yuan Guang sat on the bench. He lowered his head and pressed his hands tightly against his knees. "He said that Bailiu had bet on us and won his betting pool because of the initial betting funds. The ratio is 3 for him and 7 for white willows, so the distribution of the gambling pool is also 70% for white willows."
"He told me that Bai Liu wanted to use these 70% points to make a deal with me to buy my Russell Cemetery."
Yuan Guang took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled: "I came here today to tell Bai Liu that I am not selling."
Mu Sicheng's expression sank in a second, and he opened his mouth to curse: "You fucking..."
Yuan Guang went on to say the following words: "I discussed with the other people in Russell Cemetery and talked to them about what happened in the game. I decided that only 20% of the points for dealing with our real life difficulties would be enough. We don’t want the rest. We will work hard to return the 20% points to Bai Liu in the future.
"We don't want to be bought, we want to voluntarily merge into the Wandering Circus."
Mu Sicheng's curse turned abruptly: "—I'm quite acquainted."
Before leaving, after saying goodbye to others politely, Yuan Guang took a deep look at Bai Liu on the hospital bed, and said seriously: "Good people are rewarded."
"Bai Liu must wake up soon."
After Yuan Guang left, Mu Sicheng snorted and said: "It's still a human word."
Mu Ke's expression was a little more indifferent than before. He looked at Tang Erda: "How about his real estate?"
"Su Chao told me that it was settled properly." Tang Er nodded, "I immediately told him to find the secondary contract certificates in each cemetery, and they have all been destroyed. The land is currently being tested, but the number of heretics has dropped a lot, and the patients who have been sucked up in the hospital are slowly getting better."
"If nothing happens, this copy of the fifth building should not land in reality."
"It's just that the problem of unfinished buildings is very difficult to solve. The Heretic Processing Bureau can only approve a portion of the funds to these people." Tang Er frowned, "In fact, Bai Liu should have counted the 70% of the gambling pool points. When the bureau intervenes, they can just solve their problems."
"But it seems that Yuan Guang and the others won't take the other 50%."
Mu Ke looked at Bai Liu on the hospital bed calmly: "The funds approved by the Heretic Processing Bureau, plus the funds exchanged for 20% of the gambling pool points that Bai Liu gave them, are enough."
Tang Er was startled: "What is enough?"
Mu Ke smiled and looked at Tang Erda: "I have enough of the remaining capital chain."
Tang Er frowned, "This is not a small sum. Can your father let you use this money?"
"But we are not a small guild anymore." Mu Ke calmly looked at Bai Liu on the hospital bed. "In short, from the point of view of the points flowing in our gambling pool being converted into cash flow, we are already a huge profit. From the perspective of operating companies, we need a realistic basis for the number of people and scale of listed companies."
"I can completely issue a report to my father based on the profitability of our guild and persuade him to invest a sum of money in our company."
"And I also think it's time for our president to move out of his small rental house."
Mu Ke said calmly.
Mu Sicheng, who was next to him, was shocked by this speech, and he looked strangely at Mu Ke who was sitting next to him.
… I bought an entire plot of land to allow Bai Liu to move out. Is this the world of the rich
"Your father, won't you go into the details of what you call this company?" Tang Er frowned, "We have nothing in reality."
Mu Ke looked over, with an inexplicable sloppy smile on his face: "He can do what he is now because he doesn't study anything, Captain Tang."
"Sometimes the fuzzy area is the outlet for profit. He just needs to believe that I will not harm him."
Tang Erda: "..."
Mu Sicheng: "..."
Liu Jiayi: "..."
I always feel... Mu Ke seems to have changed, making my back cool.
"Knocking, knocking—"
The door of the ward was knocked again. This time the people outside did not wait for the people inside to say [please come in], so they pushed the door in familiarly.
Fang Dian came in with a stainless steel lunch box with a smile: "Good noon, I ran over to give Bai Liu food while I was resting!"
Mu Ke immediately stood up to give Fang Dian a place, and Fang Dian raised his hand carelessly and pushed Mu Ke back and said, "If you don't have time to sit, you can sit down. I'll rush back to work later."
She glanced at Bai Liu who was lying on the hospital bed and put the lunch box on the bedside table. She was a little surprised: "Didn't the doctor say it's okay? Why haven't you woken up yet?"
"Come on." Fang Dian said, "It seems that I gave this meal for nothing today. You can eat it later."
A group of people glanced freely at the lunch box placed on the bedside table of Bailiu, and made a erratic tone.
Fangdian came to deliver meals yesterday and the day before yesterday. The menus are:
Spicy stir-fried watermelon rind (a little bitter-Tang Er Da Yu).
Steamed mango tomato rice (steamed too badly, the tomatoes are not peeled, it looks a bit... —Liu Jiayiyu).
Stewed pig's feet with snow peas (the snow peas is not soaked and it is so hard to eat it and pull it out. The pig's feet should be bought as a sow, and the skin is very chewy. Mu Sicheng finished it with a bite of pig skin The bowl of rice has not been chewed).
…
If it is not certain that Fang Dian has no evil intentions against Bai Liu, they sometimes suspect that Fang Dian is not here to give Bai Liu food, but that she wants to send Bai Liu away.
Fang Dian put down his lunch box and sat by Bai Liu's bed for a while, and naturally started talking to Bai Liu who had not yet woken up to himself: "Lao Lu has been on business trips these days. I didn't see you. I called I can’t get in touch, I don’t know what I’m doing..."
"But he has always been very busy, and he can't get in touch most of the time. Don't blame him for not seeing you. Your illness is too sudden."
"... The last time you were sick and hospitalized was in high school. Lao Lu and I took turns to ask for leave to guard you. We stayed in the hospital for a week. After the reimbursement, we spent three to four hundred yuan. We didn’t eat that month. Over meat."
Fang Dian looked at Bai Liu, whose face was pale and his eyelids closed, and suddenly laughed: "There are so many people guarding you now, so many people are vying for you to spend money, just now I saw that you still have money by your bed. Two fruit baskets, I don’t know who brought them to you. I may also be ill, and I’m very happy to see you sick."
"Wake up quickly, otherwise you won't see how they are anxious for you."
"Looking at their expressions, I am very happy for you."
"So many people like you, Bai Liu."
After chatting with the unconscious Bai Liu for a while, Fang Dian waved his hand and left the ward to go to work. Before leaving, he grinned at other people and said with his thumbs: "I think you all had a good meal a few days ago. Clean and clean, except for Lao Lu and Bai Liu, this is the first time so many people like to eat my meal so much. Today I made a little bit more!"
When Fang Dian left, everyone looked at the four-layer huge stainless steel lunch box left by Fang Dian on the bedside table with heavy eyes, and swallowed with a dry throat.
… This is at least half the weight of yesterday...
After a long time, Mu Sicheng rolled up his sleeves with a fierce look: "I will try the poison today!"