Chapter 85 Hopeless Sea (16) Puzzle-Puzzle
Later, Yuna sent the soothing soup over.
There were still two full bowls, which she placed steadily on the bedside.
Qisi asked: "Everyone can get a bowl of soothing soup every day, right?"
Yuna raised her eyes and looked directly at Qisi with empty eyes, translucent and emotionless. : "The number of people who book a room means the number of bowls of soothing soup."
Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Xu Maochun, who booked a room last night, did not get the Soothing Soup, but he and Chang Xu got two bowls in the same room - the answer is ready to come out.
Yuna's fair face had dimples: "I like you, so I brought their soothing soup to you."
PUA's common routine, through violating morality Giving favors makes the other person feel guilty, making them uneasy and worrying about gains and losses.
Unfortunately, Zeiss has no morals to begin with.
"That's it. Thank you so much." He smiled and asked, "If I don't drink the soothing soup, is there any other way to fall asleep?"
After a few seconds of silence, Yuna There was a crack in the smile, and he raised his hand and gestured slowly: "Pray to Lord Poseidon, and he will give travelers a peaceful sleep."
[If you need to pray to him, please prepare enough sacrifices]
The rules on the system interface are clear at a glance.
Qisi narrowed his eyes: "What kind of sacrifice does Lord Poseidon like? In other words, what kind of price do we need to pay?"
"Wealth, knowledge, life...anything of value can be used as a price." Yuna turned around swaying and walked away, her blue dress like a stream.
"What about you?" Qisi asked, "Yuna, what price did you pay? If you didn't pay the price, who paid the price for you?"
He lowered his voice to a very low level, sounding sinister and cold.
Yuna stopped and tilted her head to look over. Her pupil-less blue eyes were like a vast ocean, like an endless ocean.
She didn't answer, she grinned from the corners of her mouth to her ears, revealing her fine teeth.
Before Qisi asked the next question, she dragged her fluttering skirt and disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
......
When Qisi returned to the room, Chang Xu was staring at the soothing soup on the bedside table.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he came to his senses, picked up a bowl of soup, and motioned with his eyes to Qisi to get another bowl.
After establishing a cooperative relationship, this tool man has always been obsessed with acting together, even drinking soup together.
Qisi knew that this was because his reputation was not good, and the other party was afraid that some steps would go wrong and he would be tricked again.
He just pretended not to know, and the rabbit died and the fox smiled sadly: "Brother Chang, do you think that if I didn't live with you, Xu Maochun would not have died?"
Chang Xu was a little worried. He glanced at the young man in surprise, feeling that something was wrong.
When will this deceitful and unblinking guy feel sorry for others?
But he still thought about the topic raised by Qisi and judged: "It was Yuna who distributed the soothing soup, and Xu Maochun's death was led by her."
This is a fact and the most rational view.
Qisi shook his head: "But Brother Chang, have you ever thought that when the total probability of survival remains unchanged, everyone's survival rate will inevitably wax and wane."
< br>"The total number of people alive is fixed, and the survival of one person means the death of another person. Everyone who survives is a murderer, but because of the diffusion of responsibility effect, the blame cannot be assigned to individuals... We, Who among the official players is innocent?"
Chang Xu frowned slightly and subconsciously touched the back of his neck: "Everyone of us is guilty. Since we can enter the weird game, there is no such thing as innocence. Or not. Try your best to survive and clear the final dungeon, and then you will be able to resurrect all the dead. "But in the past thirty-six years, no one has triggered the final dungeon. How do you know it's not a scam? To put it another way, what qualifications do others have to make a decision on my behalf, to let someone die first and live later?"
Chang Xu was silent for a long time and said: "I am not a saint in the absolute sense, so I will save those who can be saved on the premise of ensuring my own survival. I will first save the familiar and close ones, and then the unfamiliar and alienated ones." . But no matter what, I will not harm anyone in order to survive. There are always things that I cannot do. Once the bottom line is exceeded, I will be no different from a devil or a beast."
"It still divides people into three or six. Ninth-class utilitarianism..." Qisi picked up a bowl and put it on the bedside table on the other side, and asked seriously: "Brother Chang, if the two of us only get a bowl of soup, what should you do with it? "
Chang Xu replied without thinking: "We will drink half of it each."
Qisi smiled jokingly: "If one person drinks, one hundred percent can survive; As for one person and half, there is a 50% chance that the two of us will die together. Considering the dose issue and a little bit of Murphy's law, the result of choosing the latter is high probability that we will die together."
Chang Xu heard the implication of Qisi's words and his eyes darkened slightly.
He has never been able to sacrifice his life to feed an eagle like Buddha, and he is also accustomed to using force to compete for survival. However, his seniors in the Investigation Bureau have told him more than once that he must try his best to save people and not harm others...
Qisi smiled and said: "Brother Chang, you should have made a decision, right? I'll give you a suggestion. If you really encounter such a situation and want to sleep peacefully, you can kill me first to prevent me. I can’t sleep, I’m bored, I’ll stab you a few times.”
Yun Danfengqing’s words were extremely harsh in his ears, but Chang Xu knew that it was the most efficient choice, otherwise it would probably lead to the death of both of them. This is the worst ending.
But, in order to survive, do we really have to kill innocent people?
Chang Xu lowered his eyes and said calmly: "If I had known how many bowls of soup would come with booking several rooms, I would not have chosen to share the room."
"It's a pity that there was no if." Qisi finished misleading the tool man's thinking. Finally, he lay down calmly on the bed, closed his eyes and rested, "And - if you don't want to drink that bowl of soup, just pour it down. The time is almost up, and it will be useless if you don't drink it."
Chang Xu slowly raised a question mark with his eyes, but in the end he stopped lingering and reached out to pick up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
——After all, it didn’t matter whether Chisi also drank the soothing soup.
Qisi listened to the long and steady breathing of his teammates around him, guessing that he fell asleep under the influence of the soothing soup.
He opened his eyes silently and stared at the ceiling.
The ravines between the wooden boards twisted into pitted scars, dots and dots that looked like pathological herpes.
Diverting the focus of his eyes and letting the picture in front of him scatter into blurry blocks of color, Qiss's mind began to review everything that had happened since he entered the instance.
Disordered time, the beach after the shipwreck, the white statue, Yuna, Lu Li...
Scenes and characters, pictures and colors, expressions and narration, are like stage plays The same thing is re-arranged in my mind and performed.
Sometimes it fast forwards, sometimes it slows down, and finally two scenes are cut out.
The discussion about cooperation on the first evening, the speculation about the murderer on the second evening, everyone else sang and I came on stage, but there was always one person playing the leading role in the center of the stage...
Ziss puts the murderer in the position of the protagonist and thinks about it himself.
“If I get some clues about the altar, in order to verify its authenticity, I will inevitably lure other players to go to the mine.”
“The only way I can stop other players is because I'm pretty sure about the clues, and I'm sure there's one thing that's going to be good for me, and I'm sure to get it."
"I have an accomplice, let's just say he can be trusted; I was able to identify key clues on the first day, which shows that I am strong. Under such conditions, if you want to get something in the copy, the best option is to seize it Leadership position..."
"Oh, I really hope it's not you."
The bell rang, interrupting his thoughts. Qisi looked up in the direction of the window if he felt something.
Dang, Dang, Dang... The ten bells rang one after another, echoing in the silent heaven and earth, and soon became silent after ringing.
Qisi sat up, picked up his bowl of soup, turned his wrist, and poured all the soup on the ground.
He was already in the middle of the game, and it was not what he wanted to do to fight left and right under the guidance of the organizer; what he wanted to do was always to overturn the game.
The wooden floor in front of you is seeping with water marks, and the light around you suddenly dims. Gray mist diffuses in from the gap between the window and the door, carrying the salty smell of sea water and adsorbing on the four walls. , condensed into fine water droplets, and penetrated into the decaying wood in a few seconds.
With a "bang" sound, the window was blown open by the wind, revealing the dark yellow sky diagonally facing the bed.
The clouds were billowing in clumps, as bumpy as the boils of a burned man.
Qisi saw a huge golden eye embedded in the clouds, silently lowering his gaze.
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