Everything here is complete except no electronics.
Everything retains the classic feel of the last century, but this underground castle is isolated from sunlight all year round, and the damp and decaying atmosphere remains in the air, like a huge coffin, trapping all dying people in it. The dark red patterns on the beige wallpaper are like dried blood stains, waiting for sacrifices and death in the dusty room for many years.
An Wujiu stared at the desk in a daze. There was an old wooden clock hanging on the wall behind the red solid wood desk. The upper end was a quartz clock covered by a piece of glass, and the lower end was a wooden box with two doors. But at this time, The two small doors were still tightly shut.
It is now 9:31 am.
"Found it, water and food."
The storage cabinets stored the resources they needed to survive, but half of them were labeled [capitalist]. Dacheng Ueno reached out and tried to get them, but he couldn't pick them up anyway. Until Yang Ming came, these were labeled things were brought out.
The so-called survival resources are the simplest bread, bottled water, anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers and gauze bandages, nothing else. The amount of things didn't seem to be much, and most of them belonged to the capitalist Yang Ming. The food that really belongs to other people is only seven adult men's palm-sized bread and seven bottles of water.
Lao Yu sighed, "Actually, a loaf of bread can last for five days in reality, but the altar must have adjusted the parameters."
Liu Chengwei picked up two breads and two bottles of water and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Zhong Yirou, "Why? Start grabbing things so soon."
"First come, first served." Liu Chengwei quibbled.
Wu You snorted, "Why don't you say to rank by survival value?"
Liu Chengwei was immediately angered, "I am worthless to live, but you are worth living? You come, come and rob me, whoever can rob me when you see it."
Ueno immediately grabbed Wu You, "Brother, don't say such things..."
"What did I say?" Wu You frowned and broke away from Ueno Dacheng's hand, "You are with them, don't think I didn't hear you talking together just now."
"Don't quarrel." Lao Yu also began to smooth things over, "This is just the beginning, everyone save your energy and be peaceful."
The more he said that, the more the others quarreled. An Wujiu took a breath, turned his head and found that Shen Ti who was sitting on the carpet in the distance suddenly moved to them and sat upright. Whenever there was a quarrel, Shen Ti applauded lightly, which made An Wujiu stunned.
"Do you think it's great if your survival value is higher?" Liu Chengwei sneered at Wu You, "If the person you secretly love dies and the person you cursed lives, then you don't know where you will rank. Here Pretending to be garlic. When I was struggling in the rematch, you were still crying and calling mom."
As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if some terrible switch had been turned on. Wu You rushed forward and punched Liu Chengwei. If Zhong Yirou hadn't reacted quickly and pulled him, the two of them would have had a hard time fighting.
An Wujiu didn't move, he sat on the spot, when he heard Liu Chengwei's words, he suddenly thought of something.
Repechage.
In other words, the "last four who can survive to the end" that Shengyin did not mention may not necessarily die directly.
As long as you don't die during the game, you still have a chance to enter the resurrection match.
The others couldn't hold back, Liu Chengwei's fist really landed on Wu You, and he still shouted, "Come on, duel, now..."
"I have a suggestion." An Wujiu hurriedly opened his mouth, fearing that others would not hear him, he purposely made it louder.
Everyone calmed down and turned their heads, looking at An Wujiu who was speaking. He held the upper part of the injured wrist, his face remained unchanged, but his speech was still very slow and dull, which was different from others.
"The half that belongs to the role of capitalists... Let Yang Ming deal with it, and the remaining half will be distributed evenly, so that at least everyone will not starve to death before the game is over."
It's not that everyone didn't think of this proposal, and it even wandered silently in everyone's mind. But everyone is skeptical that the rule will live up to its promise.
Old Yu continued: "You mean...we just divide it equally like this, no duel? But in the end it will still be settled, and there will always be losers."
Wu Jiu sat back on the sofa and slowly said: "That's right. But when the rules were announced just now, it was clearly stated that those who die during the game will also be brain dead in reality, right?"
He looked at the crowd, his dark pupils reflected the warm yellow lights in the bunker, and he spoke with difficulty, but he spoke sincerely, "But Shengyin did not clearly say what will happen to the last four people who will settle the final settlement, maybe It is not certain that it will enter the rematch."
"But," Wu You was punched, his cheekbones were red, and his eyes were stubborn, "A piece of bread can't survive to the end."
"I think so, but at least it can last for a few days." An Wujiu said, "This game is not a zero-sum game. There is no inevitability of life and death. Surviving a day is also a victory. If there is a day, there will be discussions. The possibility of other survival strategies. As long as we cooperate, we may be able to try to get out completely."
After hearing this, the others fell silent.
"I think it's quite right." Zhong Yirou smiled, "It's the most unworthy thing to die here, and there is no chance of resurrection."
Just when everyone was thinking about Wujiu's peaceful separation, Yang Ming stood up and walked slowly towards An Wujiu, "Your acting skills are really good."
"Every time you can pretend to be good for everyone, gain trust with a gesture of helping others, and then instigate and lobby everyone."
An Wujiu looked up at him, but didn't speak.
The two confronted each other for a while, and finally Yang Ming turned around, called up his own panel, and clicked on it.
"I accept the split."
He smiled openly, "Moreover, I have to give away one-third of my resources to everyone." He canceled the label of these survival resources, and they also became public resources that can be accessed.
Wu You, who was always silent, was the first to question, "Would you be so kind?"
"That's right." Zhong Yirou laughed, "One-third of one-half is also one-sixth of the complete resources, which is more than enough for one person. If this is the case, as Wu Jiu said just now, maybe we I can really hold on till the end.”
But this actually means that if Yang Ming doesn't give it, the rest of them won't be able to make it to the end.
An Wujiu knew very well that no matter what, Yang Ming's supplies were their life-saving straw. He just hopes that everyone can maintain a united attitude, so that it is possible to persuade or defeat Yang Ming.
After all, the supplies here are obviously enough for everyone to survive. If someone dies because of lack of supplies, it is a real death in vain.
"I said yes, I will definitely give it, but I have one condition."
"These things can only be shared among the six of you." Yang Ming's mouth curled up, "An Wujiu can't take any of it."
This is a choice without hesitation. As long as they agree, they can get more resources and a more stable situation than under the previous average distribution method.
Yang Ming did not threaten with power to force everyone to obey him, but took the initiative to cede some of his own resources as chips to raise his bets in this isolated game.
Except for An Wujiu, everyone is sure to win and never lose.
"I agree! Who would disagree with such a good deal!" Liu Chengwei was still the first to express his opinion. He stepped forward to count all the resources without thinking too much.
"I also agree with what Mr. Yang said." Ueno Daisei also raised his hand weakly, but he couldn't hide a smile on his face.
They completely forgot about An Wujiu's previous peace strategy and compassion, and were only excited about getting the extra gift.
Yang Ming brought these supplies back to the panel, unexpectedly showing full patience to Liu Chengwei's recklessness, "Wait." He looked at the others, "I will give these supplies to each of you twice. Don't worry, I will give it if I say it.”
After finishing speaking, he squatted down and grabbed the bread on the ground, "Even if each of you does not have a duel, you will not be able to eat these things until the end, and there will be even less water. I will give you life-saving rations when the time comes."
"I'll say it again, no one is allowed to help An Wujiu, understand?"
Liu Chengwei immediately smiled obsequiously and said, "I know, I'll share the unlabeled ones first." After saying that, he began to divide by himself. Regarding Yang Ming's coercion and temptation, others did not directly agree with his statement, and no one stood up to oppose it. Even Lao Yu, who would refute Yang Ming's rhetoric from the beginning, faced the real survival battle and his own disadvantages. , also had to choose to remain silent.
An Wujiu sat on the sofa three or four meters away from them, quietly watching how other people divided up his life. But he didn't feel regretful, given another chance, An Wujiu would also put forward a suggestion for everyone to work hard to survive.
Feeling that someone is staring at him, An Wujiu followed his intuition and looked over.
It's that Mechanical Avalokitesvara again.
He leaned against the wall with his head tilted, his eyes never left An Wujiu, as if he was a test subject to be observed, like a ghost, making no sound but following him everywhere.
Liu Chengwei and Ueno handed the divided supplies to the remaining people. Wu You and Zhong Yirou both glanced at An Wujiu when they picked it up, but Yang Ming soon noticed it.
"I put forward such a small condition, I hope everyone can follow it, and don't go against my good intentions."
Yang Ming walked to An Wujiu's side, bent down and smiled at him.
"Want food? Duel."
An Wujiu didn't have much expression, his eyes were clear.
"Are you... afraid of me?"
Even when he asked questions, he looked extremely innocent, his speech was still slow, and his sentence sentences were strange and not smooth, but Yang Ming seemed to be stabbed by something, and grabbed his collar, "An Wugui, I warn you!" You, don't look at me with that kind of eyes! Don't think that you can control everyone like before, I can let you die if I want you to die now. "
An Wujiu still didn't change his expression, he just closed his eyes as a sign of approval.
This appearance made Yang Ming even more annoyed. He was about to get angry when he heard a "boo-" sound from behind, and a small but hard object hit the back of his head from behind.
"who!"
Yang Ming let go and turned around abruptly. An Wujiu straightened his collar, raised his eyes, and saw Shen Ti not far away holding champagne that he didn't know where to get, the corkless wine was continuously bubbling out, dripping all over the floor.
"Ah." He made a slightly surprised and bewildered voice, covering the lower mouth of the mask with his black gloved hand.
But in the next second, he covered his mouth and bent over to laugh, laughing non-stop, his nervous appearance made Yang Ming speechless.
Smiling, the mask on Shen Ti's face clicked, he raised his hand to remove the lower half, took a sip of the champagne he just opened, with a gesture of enjoyment.
But the enjoyment didn't last long, Shen Ti coughed from choking, his lips were tight, and he could see his disgust.
An Wujiu sat on the spot, and suddenly laughed, like a child.
"Crazy." Although Yang Ming hates An Wujiu, but with Shen Ti on the scene, he doesn't know the opponent's strength, nor can he guess his camp. In addition, he is currently the most bloody person on the field, and if he gets angry, he will ask for it It's troublesome, so Yang Ming just pulled his wet suit jacket and walked away with a sullen expression on his face.
Not long after, Shen Ti also left, still humming an unknown tune.
In the end, as Yang Ming expected, An Wujiu didn't get water and food. He walked to the storage cabinet where the supplies were stored before and squatted down, only to find a little gauze and bandages that were left behind. He squatted at the door of the locker and used the leftovers to bandage his wrists.
Looking at this shocking injury, An Wujiu felt a little puzzled about his abnormal pain tolerance. Although it didn't hurt that much, he bit off the bandage and hung his right arm over his chest to hold it in place.
It's the worst possible situation for him right now.
Among the eight people, he is the only one without water and food. It is absolutely impossible for him to survive until the end of the game. If he really wants to fight, the only three blood bars he has are pitifully few, and the only one with a strength value lower than him is 1 Zhong Yi at 1 point is soft and Yang Ming at 2 points, based on Yang Ming's fear of him, I am afraid that he will interfere in a duel with him personally, just to make him die.
Time passed bit by bit, An Wujiu leaned on the sofa, silently staring at the patterns on the ceiling.
Something is nourished in the dark and closed space, breaking out of the ground, ready to move.
After the supplies were distributed, the people in the room lost their motivation to communicate. They were scattered in every corner of the bunker, guarding the supplies they had just obtained.
Probably because of the setting of the red line and the black line, it is difficult for these people trapped in the limited underground space to communicate with each other, and trust has become a scarce thing. No one knew whether the person standing in front of Yanyan who was laughing at him was cursing himself behind his back, wishing that he would die immediately.
It was almost 10:30, Ueno and Liu Chengwei turned back and walked in front of An Wujiu. I don't know what their purpose is, but An Wujiu still sat up straight, raised his eyes, and looked at them.
"I..." Ueno looked worried, broke off more than half of the bread in his hand, and handed it to An Wujiu.
An Wujiu looked at him calmly, and didn't take it immediately.
Just now, I didn't even think about standing in Yang Ming's team, promising not to leave a way for myself, and now I'm here to help.
"I think what you just said is right. This is not a zero-sum game." Seeing that he would not accept it, Ueno's expression was slightly awkward. He licked his lips, and moved the bread in his hand closer, "Take it, it's not much, but at least it can last for a day or two."
An Wujiu looked down at the bread with the label [Ueno Dacheng] in his hand, and looked up at him again, without saying a word.
Liu Chengwei became impatient, and yelled at him, "I told you to take it, so you can take it, it's so boring." Then he snatched the bread from Ueno's hand and threw it into An Wujiu's arms.
But I don't know if it was because of poor aim, or deliberately, the bread slammed into An Wujiu's face hard.
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Shen Ti: Oh, why did I just hit it, let me say "Ah" to express my apology. Today, I am also attracted by my future wife who is not surprised at all.