All Worlds Madhouse

Looking at those pinholes, everyone frowned.

And Jill took a slight breath.

"Oh my god. You're an addict," she whispered.

"What are you talking about? How do you know I'm a drug addict?" Cisse naturally saw the pinholes on his arms, but he still argued with reason: "Just because of these pinholes? Don't be ridiculous, maybe I've been sick recently, and I happened to be in the hospital doing some blood tests and the like."

Jill shook her head: "No, the blood scab on the needle hole is very thick. This is caused by a certain place being punctured by needles many times in a row. This is not the case when drawing blood, and the color of your lips is very wrong. Your eyelids are also gray, you must be."

"That's enough!" Cisse interrupted with a roar: "Damn, how do you know so clearly? Are you the same as me?"

Jill was stunned for a moment, and in fact everyone else was also stunned. They quickly rolled up their sleeves, checked, and then they all exhaled: "Well, it seems that we are not addicts. "

Cisse pulled his hair in pain. Obviously, he was extremely troubled by his identity: "Damn, how could this happen?"

At this time, William seemed to want to change the topic, so he said: "Well, everyone, listen to me, since winning can really restore memory, then, I have a plan."

"what's the plan?"

"It's like this. We can agree that everyone will produce something, and then let one person win. For example, one person will produce [Rock], and the rest will all produce [Scissors]. In this way, we will take turns to win. In the end, our memory will be They're all back!" William said.

"I agree!" Jill said immediately: "This is good for everyone."

John nodded, indicating that he agreed.

"Okay, okay, let me remember it quickly." Cisse seemed to be a little reluctant to accept that he was an addict, but finally agreed.

"So, who's going to be in the first round?"

"Let's start with you, after all you are the one who came up with the idea." Jill said.

William nodded: "Okay, it doesn't matter. Anyway, as long as we follow this rule, we will all remember it." As he said, he put up a card: "This time, I will play the stone."

The other three people also played cards.

It has to be said that it was a good idea to restore memories in turns, so no one was playing tricks.

In this round, everyone else used scissors.

William won, and his chips suddenly increased to 8. As for John, his chips had reached 3.

And soon, "Uh-huh--" A sharp pain hit, William held his head and began to groan, and a memory also appeared in his mind.

In an office, the windows were bright and clean. An old man in his 50s seemed to be arguing with himself about something. On the desk, there were many insurance business lists. The corridor outside the door was very noisy with people coming and going.

"Oh, I, I remembered. I am an insurance salesperson, and it seems, I am also a manager." William shouted: "Oh my god, I really remembered! This... this is incredible."

As he was speaking, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and immediately looked at the bartender beside him: "Can you really restore people's memories?"

"Of course, sir, I said that before." The bartender responded politely.

"Oh my god, are those rules true? If someone wins, can you satisfy his request?" William continued.

"Yes, the rules will definitely not change, so you can rest assured, but the wish to be realized needs to be within my ability. Of course, due to the limited cognition of you humans, the wish you put forward is not It may be beyond my ability.”

"Oh my God, my God!" William seemed to be trying his best to suppress the excitement in his heart: "Did you hear that we can really realize a wish, and the final rule seems to say that the loser will not suffer any consequences. Punishment!"

When Jill heard this, she seemed to be in a trance, but it was no wonder. After all, anyone who encountered this kind of thing would doubt that he was dreaming, so she asked the bartender: "Losers will not be punished. Is this true? ?”

The bartender nodded: "Yes, the winner will be rewarded, the loser will not be punished, that's the rule."

"Hahahahaha -" Cisse said with a smile on the side: "That's great, so what are you waiting for? Let's start the next round quickly!"

But at this moment.

"Don't be too happy too early." John, who had been very silent, said lightly: "I have a very bad feeling. This game is definitely not as simple as it seems."

"What did you say?"

"I mean, this rule is very problematic. If the winner is really rewarded, but the loser is not punished, then the game is meaningless. We know very well that, in the final analysis, rock, paper, scissors are all It’s a game of luck. Since it’s about luck, wouldn’t it be more convenient for us to use the turntable just now to directly select a winner? As for this game, there are no expectations, no spectators, even us as Players don’t have the slightest sense of urgency, so what’s the point?”

As soon as these words came out, everyone else present was a little stunned. Some of them thought what John said made sense, while others didn't understand it at all.

"Haha, what do you think? You are very knowledgeable about this kind of game. What do you do?" Cisse suddenly asked.

John shook his head: "Of course I don't know yet, but I am indeed very familiar with this feeling."

At this time, William had already understood what John meant. He looked at the bartender: "He, is what he said true? What is the purpose of this game?"

The bartender smiled politely: "Sorry sir, I have made the rules of the game very clear, but I am not obligated to answer you for matters outside the rules."

An uncomfortable atmosphere filled the air.

"Okay, do you have any suggestions now?" Jill asked John very alertly.

"I suggest that we follow the original plan and complete our respective memories first, and then make the next step!"

Everyone nodded. Obviously, they also felt that their heads were empty and they always felt very unsteady.

"Okay, this is a good idea, let's continue. This time it should be Gil, right."

"Yes, it's my turn," Jill said, and put a card on her face: "I'm going to give you scissors!"