This question, as Dong Zheng said, is a trap for the first person to touch the ball.
Everyone wants to get information, and even if they can't get it, they should try their best not to let others get this opportunity.
If he chooses more than 20 beads, such as 21 beads, the second, third, and fourth place will definitely take 20, leaving only 19 beads for the last player. Dong Zheng and the last player were unable to obtain information.
If the number of beads selected by Dong Zheng is less than 20 and set to n, then the second person to choose has only three choices: n-1, n or n+1. Otherwise, once the difference between the number of beads of the second person and that of Dong Zheng is greater than 2, the third person can take the average of the number of the first two, the fourth person can take the average of the first three, and the fifth person can take the top four On the average of people, three, four or five people can obtain information.
When the second person selects n beads, in order not to give up the opportunity to obtain information to others, the remaining three can only modulo the average number of the first few people in turn, resulting in the same number of beads obtained by everyone, and the link is invalid. .
When the second person chooses n-1 beads, the third person takes the average n-0.5 of the first two people, because there is no half bead, he can only choose n-1 or n beads, that is to do with Dong Zheng or the second person the same choice. Similarly, the fourth and fifth person can only choose n-1 or n. The numbers touched by the five people are all n-1 and n, and there is no person with the largest and least number, and the link is invalid.
When the second person selects n+1, the situation is the same as the above, because there are only two kinds of numbers to be drawn, and there is no person with the largest or the least number, and the link is invalid.
Therefore, when Dong Zheng knew that he would not be able to obtain information anyway, he chose to take out 20 small beads from the box.
When the remaining 4 people divided 80 beads, the situation was the same as when 5 people divided 100 beads. When everyone knew that they might not be able to obtain information, they would definitely prevent others from getting this opportunity.
They also all caught 20.
Dong Zheng had expected this situation the moment Mr.deeds announced the rules, for no other reason, because the five people sitting were all smart enough.
The extra stage was scrapped, and no one obtained valuable information about the "ghost". They started the first round of voting to identify the "ghost".
Mr.deeds sent paper and pen to everyone, they just need to write down the corresponding label of a certain person and give it to Mr.deeds, Mr.deeds will announce the person with the most votes.
Dong Zheng didn't hesitate to write down the number 3. The existing information failed to allow him to speculate on the ghost's candidate, but he still chose number 3. The reason is very simple. The man in his shell is too jumpy. Dong Zheng's eyes hurt when he sees his body doing all kinds of strange behaviors.
Everyone handed their note to Mr.deeds. Butler Ling turned his back to the only wall without a mirror to look at the results of the vote one by one. He moved slowly. After a long and quiet three-minute wait, Mr.deeds Finally raised his head in front of everyone's eyes.
"Dear gentlemen and ladies, the results of the first round of voting have come out, and the one with the most votes is - No. 1."
The female doctor looked surprised. She just stood up and wanted to say something when she disappeared into the room without even making a sound.
"It's a pity that the 'ghost' is still among us."
This was expected by Dong Zheng, and there are still too few clues to obtain. In the first round, it is estimated that everyone is like him, and they voted casually.
They cast out an "innocent" person, but no one responded. On the bright side, while reducing one competitor, they were more likely to identify which one was a ghost.
"The second round is about to begin." A dice appeared in Mr.deeds' hand. He placed the small hexahedron in the middle of the table, where everyone could reach, and said:
"In this round, you will enter the scene corresponding to the thrown points. Please solve the dilemma as intact as possible. When your life is threatened, you can call out the prescribed password at any time, and the scene will stop immediately. , but you will also be eliminated directly."
"The password this time is 'Grapefruit', if any gentleman is ready, you can start throwing now."
Mr.deeds' voice fell for a long time, and no one moved. When it is unclear what the situation is, who would like to be a tester to explore the way for others
Mr.deeds sighed silently, he seemed to have expected such a result, and said, "Then let's follow the order of the number of correct answers in the first round, Mr. Toaster No. 5?"
Dong Zheng was helpless when he heard that he was called again. He knew that he would not be so conspicuous when he answered the questions in the first round.
But it doesn't matter, he will come first, as long as he is careful, nothing should happen.
Dong Zheng reached out and touched the dice, flipped it in his palm, and threw it on the table casually.
After a few laps of the dice, the final 6 points up.
"The number 5 toaster player has a point of 6, and now you will enter the sixth scene."
The eyes suddenly darkened, and when it became clear again, what Dong Zheng saw was the fish tank directly opposite, the oxygen tube was bubbling, the motor made a continuous humming sound when it was working, the dark green water plants were swaying, and the bottom was swaying. Paved with colorful pebbles, but not a single fish.
He sat up from the sofa, with Zhang test paper, elementary school mathematics, red 100 points beside him.
The small feet in the field of vision clearly belonged to a child, and Dong Zheng observed the surroundings silently. This is an old house. The ceiling between the walls and the ceiling has fallen off a bit. The walls are scattered with graffiti drawn by children with pencils. There are traces of water soaking in the northeast corner, which is probably the water leaking from the upstairs.
The bulbs work silently and dutifully, illuminating all directions. The sofa is also very old, the threads are messy, and it is so dirty that you can barely see the original dark blue color. The TV is the kind of big-bellied TV from the early 20th century.
A seemingly ordinary night.
There was a glass ashtray on the translucent coffee table. After dumping the cigarette butts and ashes into the trash can next to him, Dong Zheng took it in his hand as a weapon.
boom!
Dong Zheng was startled by the sound of something hitting the glass. He looked in the direction from which the sound came. It was pitch black without the lights on on the balcony, so he couldn't clearly know what happened.
He approached cautiously, looking from the window connecting the living room to the balcony, where a dead cat lay on the ground.
And hit the glass is a black bat.
There was a sudden burst of dog barking downstairs, and the barking sounded as if something bad had happened. According to the apartment type, the two doors connected to the living room should be behind the bedroom, which was tightly closed at this time. The doors of the kitchen and bathroom were left open, and the lights were not turned on, and the darkness would completely engulf the light from the living room.
Outside the door, a series of heavy footsteps gradually approached, staggering as if drinking too much, the sound approached step by step along the stairs, amplified, and finally stopped outside the door.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, turned, and the door was pushed open from the outside.
A man walked in, smelling of alcohol.
He saw Dong Zheng, with a weird smile on his face, closed the door with his backhand, and the door made a desperate sound.
"You came."
Dong Zheng's heart was alarming, he turned around and wanted to run, but was grabbed by the shoulders of the man who came up two steps behind him.
The man grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. The feeling of his feet off the ground seemed to be out of touch with the whole world. Dong Zheng didn't have any extra struggle. The ashtray smashed hard on the man's head.
The menacing blow was easily blocked by the man. He took the ashtray from Dong Zheng's hand and threw it on the sofa.
"Little brat."
The slap fell on his face mercilessly, his ears buzzed immediately, he was thrown against the wall, his fingers touched the edge of the fish tank, and the sharp pain immediately rushed to the nerves, the moment he fell to the ground, the toe kicked on the stomach.
Pieces of blackness in front of him, Dong Zhengqiang endured the pain and wanted to get up and rush past the man to escape, but as soon as he stood up, he was grabbed by the arm, and the force was so strong that it almost broke the bones.
He was dragged from one end of the living room to the other, and from there to here, the blood streaking on the dirty floor, rubbed into a blur by his clothes and body. At first, Dong Zheng tried his best to protect his head and abdomen, but in the end he could only endure the beatings like a cloth bag. He couldn't do anything with the physical quality of adults and children in front of him.
Unable to resist, unable to escape, I could only scream and bear it. In the end, I couldn't even make a sound, waiting for the moment when the man completely let out his breath.
Unreasonable and brutal beatings.
The password was in his mouth. Dong Zheng gritted his teeth to prevent it from gushing out. He believed that the real assessment that belonged to him had not yet begun, and these were just appetizers.
The floor was covered in blood, and long strands of hair were floating in it, and that length belonged to a woman's hair. There is a woman in the house.
I don't know where the power came from. Before the fist fell again, Dong Zheng struggled to get up. He rushed to the closed bedroom door and beat hard.
The man just stood there, his fingers that were a little stiff because his fists were clenched too tightly, he just watched and didn't stop him.
Ten long seconds passed, and the door opened.
It was just a very small gap, and a woman was standing inside. She was wearing pajamas, her long hair was covering half of her face, and she stared at Dong Zheng, who was covered in blood.
There may be pity in her eyes, but more fear.
"I can't help you," she said softly, her body swaying shyly as she spoke, and her long falling hair swayed to reveal half of her scarred face.
She closed the door.
The mocking laughter sounded behind itself, and he grabbed Dong Zheng's back collar, and he was dragged from one end of the living room to the other, and from that end to this end.
He passed out.
Scenes flashed back in front of him. The kitten he rescued from the rain was kept at home. Just because he was naughty and fished out the fish in the fish tank, he was directly killed by the man. He hugged the fluffy corpse and cried. All day long; when he was beaten for the first time, the woman tried her best to stand in front of him and begged, and finally he couldn't get up after being beaten; he dared not go home and wandered after school. In an empty street with no people, I hope someone can take me, even if it is a human trafficker.
He couldn't remember how many times such beatings had happened. He could only hide his hatred in the depths of his bone marrow, and the inescapable fear that haunted him like a ghost.
The author has something to say: I was quite uncomfortable when I wrote this chapter. It seems that when I was seven or eight years old, I forgot what I did wrong. My father was so angry that he wanted to beat me, and then my mother held me in her arms. As a result, her father confiscated and hit her on the arm, and then she was swollen.
Before I went to high school, I was often beaten by my mother for being disobedient, but the one time I remember the most is always this time. Maybe if it hit me at that time, I would have forgotten about it in three days, but my mother helped me stop it. I will never forget it for the rest of my life. No.
After high school, I became sensible, and I never got angry with my parents or even quarreled. Of course, I would never fight.
To be honest, now that I think about it, my parents were so good and hurt me so much. If I hadn’t been very angry and didn’t know how to teach the disobedient child a lesson, why would they use pain like this
Of course, the kind of domestic violence that is purely for the sake of letting out anger or beating children indiscriminately must be criticized!