As time went by, I was a little out of shape, and the questions in my mind could not be let go for a long time.
It seemed to me that to live again would be torture.
Because Shang Zhiyuan and Shinagawa Xia are still alive, even though I know that I can only target them by voting, I can see their calm smiles after Christmas Eve, and the fear in my heart can't be suppressed.
"It's really scary, if that possibility..."
The college student shook his head, and just thinking about it gave him chills.
Qian Duoduo works as a security guard, so 80% of them are very concerned about not being able to be protected, and will definitely seek absolute safety asylum.
That is to say, the speech is clear, and it will not jump around.
"Hmm! That rich brother always speaks strangely. Our teacher said that it's because he can't talk with his brain."
Well, the little chubby prick is still talking. I don’t know who taught you, but it’s a set routine. This kid must be very good at picking up girls when he grows up.
In fact, this can be regarded as a hidden danger that we are not willing to face.
The two children also came to the plane. This is not a fun thing. Usually going out is considered a happy fruit. After all, the figure of the big-headed doll has not completely disappeared. The skin of the two children is also good, and they both look quite tender.
But it’s different now. I haven’t met his parents yet, so I can’t be sure how they would feel when they knew their child was playing a real death game with a group of adults at such a terrifying height.
If it were me, I'm afraid I would have the heart to rush out and scold the street.
"Hey, is it good to say that your partner is very good, this is your unity?"
Shang Zhiyuan did not confirm or deny it, and he will never provide any powerful help for our analysis.
And as long as the incident itself shows a little clue, he will use his best bewitching ability to fool him.
In short, that person is a very difficult opponent, once he bites someone, he will not let him go, and he will never stop dying.
"It doesn't matter what your identity is, but now it's Christmas Eve again, it really makes people unhappy."
There are too many bloodstains on the ground, and the screams do not seem to appear. People are not dead. When a certain link is reached, we will not show extra emotions except for surprise and a few greetings.
From an adult's point of view, only seeing the black-and-white photos at the funeral and the atmosphere contagious by the music will make people feel like crying.
Those who cry are probably considered weak or useless.
Just like us who are gradually numb, we have taken our disregard for life as a matter of course.
But in retrospect, I still have a sliver of conscience, of course I understand what a terrible idea that is.
"Yes, yes... It seems that there are still seven people now."
I checked the number of people, but it seemed that I said the last thing I should have said.
"Hey, seven people, don't you think it's too much? In fact, Shinagawa Natsu and I are also very disappointed. Now another round of time was wasted, but no one was killed."
Repeating the same tricks, fate is like a wheel that circulates.
But I will no longer let them do whatever they want. You must know that although Qian Duoduo's death does not make me sad, I still realize that my numbness is close to those cruel howlers.
Maybe some of them were not used to this deliberately arranged evil identity at the beginning.
But when resentment and a broken-can-broken mentality are born, the manifestation of a person's evil position can be seen at a glance.
Interesting, does the black hand just want us to see this so-called human nature
That's why such a complex environment and basic settings are arranged, and there are still some potential hidden conditions among the various rules.
Whether to dig or wait for someone to open up the situation, every way of speaking and attitude represents a kind of player.
It also symbolizes the current destiny in a link.
"He probably didn't mean that."
Wang Qiang is more upright, which I have always liked, but the expressions of Guan Ling and the little fat man are obviously wrong.
Even if I was unintentional, it is enough to illustrate a problem. Although we are out of danger and entered Christmas Eve, as they said, no one can guarantee that there will not be another howler coexisting with the security guards .
Although this may feel like a dead dog, denying the slight probability is my mistake as the captain.
I need to consider every possibility of change, and I must not allow even a little error.
A slight deviation may be the cost of the lives of the companions in the next round, and who can guarantee that the person selected in the next round will not be a security guard.
In that case, if the Howler is hidden among us, and if I am killed, we who have not been verified are simply extremely dangerous.
This also involves a fundamental problem, about the inferiority of human nature.
"However, there is nothing to worry about. Captain, tell your companions now. As long as you vote correctly, two people will survive in the end, that is, you will sacrifice 60% of your companions. , is still acceptable."
This is an approximate estimate, and the dramatic scene reappeared. When Qian Duoduo was still alive, we had to face the confusion of the mysterious person's vote again.
Whether to build hope, pin it on digging out that person, and then successfully leave in an unconditional victory, or continue to rely on our tactics to win, it seems that there is a lot of hope between the two.
It’s nothing more than the difference in the cost of the number of sacrifices. Of course, I don’t want to die for no reason, but I understand that if we don’t choose the mysterious person, we can’t guarantee that every round will be Christmas Eve in the normal process.
That kind of coincidence is a miracle produced by the security guard, me, and other passengers who reached the limit with their tacit understanding.
Of course we hope that miracles will continue to happen, but if we don't, if we pin our hopes on probabilistic possibilities, it is tantamount to hanging our own heads around our necks.
The cruel thing is, if we can't choose the mysterious person, we will still be in embarrassment, but will become more and more passive.
That kind of probability is actually not high, and it is said that there are other potential surviving players.
At least now that the disgusting voice doesn't appear again, it fully proves one thing.
Star Crow, he is still alive.
"Don't talk about the mysterious man, I said I would..."
hiss!
Halfway through my speech, I, who was full of confidence, suddenly felt the pain of my head being torn apart.
The branches flowing in the long river are full of rolling waves, the feeling is indescribable, it seems that all the fear comes from the memories of Yuan Na's dream.
With that expression, the ex-soldiers must be worrying about me too.
But at this time, I saw that his body was surprisingly similar to the one in the dream.
The difference is that now his expression is by no means ferocious, nor has a blood-stained blade been pulled out of his body.
And at that time, I vaguely remember that the expression that appeared in the dream seemed to be surprised.
Including that sentence, I still dare not forget it.
Be careful, be careful...
But nearer, the person he was talking about would be the Howler, or a more terrifying possibility.
That black shadow is our own people at all.