American Comics: Gambit Guide Batman

Chapter 2801 Weird Nightmare (9)

The most difficult part of this game is that if you are lucky enough to survive this level, it does not mean that you are a master, and there is no reward for victory. On the contrary, people who survived the previous level may not be able to remember the next one at all.

There is no law regarding the content, strength or weakness of the relationship.

Even if people who can survive to this day have good memories, there are levels between each level. Everyone has levels that they don’t remember clearly. This is their weakness, and this weakness is already doomed now.

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So the best option is to let everyone who can clearly remember the content of their weak points die in the previous levels. In this way, even if you are bad at writing, you may survive because your competitors are also bad.

But this is not playing cards, or the cards are all in the mind. No one can tell who is better at which level without the ability to read minds. If there are too many masters at your weak level, then you will definitely die.

The method proposed by this elegant woman is a mediocre solution, which is to adopt a completely blind selection method, forcibly erase everyone's weak points, and rely purely on luck to determine life or death.

Those who only have one weak point don’t agree, and those who can’t remember the next two or three levels are of course more willing to adopt this method, but now everyone is a black box, and no one knows how much others have remembered, so we are in a stalemate.

No one wants to move.

"Let's do this." Schiller suddenly said: "How about I turn my immunity into a piece of paper and put it in the lottery box?"

"But you only have immunity for this round." Someone else said.

"But at least it can guarantee your safety this round." Schiller replied.

There were whispers in the restaurant, and it was obvious that this was the chip that could completely tip the scales.

Everyone here is a successful person. Although I don’t want to be elitist, the vast majority of successful people still have two skills to succeed. Pure waste cannot reach this level. Even those who run away because of fear, their

The willpower is also quite good. The mental pollution of monsters in the Cthulhu mythology is everywhere. If they can survive for one second longer, they can outlast countless people.

They immediately realized that even just this round of immunity was tempting enough, especially those who did not remember this level clearly, which can be said to be the majority of people, because as mentioned before, the second level was very difficult.

It was embarrassing, almost everyone present was unsure.

This is a weak point for many people. Many people feel that as long as they can survive this level, it will not be their turn later. If they have a chance to get immunity, they are still willing to take a gamble.

Some people think more deeply. This Dr. Sohipu said that he knows the standard answer. If he also participates in the lottery, then he will also put his answer into the box. This is equivalent to two exemptions in the box.

Right, the chance of getting it is much higher.

People have to judge which is greater, the probability of getting the bottom 20 by writing or the probability of getting the bottom 20 by drawing lots. In the second level, which is a more special level, many people have already tended to the former. With the addition of two exemptions, many

People have already agreed to this method in their hearts.

Of course, there are a very few people who are sure about the second level. Although they also want immunity, they don't think that if they write it, they will be among the bottom 20. On the contrary, drawing lots may bring bad luck. They shook their heads.

, indicating that he will not participate.

There are so few such people that I can count them on one hand. Others, whether they have calculated the probabilities, are aware of themselves and others, or simply want to follow the crowd, have chosen to participate. After counting the number of people, there are

67 people.

In other words, there is about a one-third chance of drawing the last 20, and about a one-thirtieth chance of drawing immunity.

This probability seems very dangerous, but most people are in high positions all year round. They know that this is a pretty good probability. If 20 people are definitely eliminated, it can only be because they are unlucky.

Schiller asked the chef for a box. This was a very bold move, and once again earned other people's attention. However, the chef didn't seem to be dissatisfied. He quickly asked the waiter to go to the kitchen and bring an ordinary paper box.

After gluing the box, I used scissors to cut a hole in it that allowed me to reach out.

Everyone began to write furiously, adding more content to what they had written, and then rolled up the notes they had written. Schiller left his seat and went to everyone and asked them to put the notes into the box.

After everyone had voted, Schiller shook the box vigorously to ensure that all the notes were mixed. During this time, others also wrote their own level rankings, this time handing them to the woman who made the suggestion.

The woman began to read the name of the priority of this level. Many people wrote the priority of this level very high, so there were many tied votes. They used the simplest method of holding the palms of the hands to decide an order, and started in that order.

Draw lots.

The bearded man from before won the victory. He didn't make any special moves when he came up. He stretched out his hand and swiped, and then opened it. His expression seemed to be relieved, because even if he couldn't see the specific content, most people could see it.

The one with dense writing is at least better than the one with only two lines written on it.

Some people wondered whether he was so lucky that he directly drew the one written by Dr. Sohipu, but the bearded man controlled it very well and did not show any abnormality.

Soon, the first round of people was drawn out step by step. There were almost 40 people. They had different expressions, but none of them were too exaggerated. There were a few people who obviously had very little content on their papers. They were holding pens and planning to make amends.

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But at this time the chef spoke up. He said: "If there are two handwritings on a piece of paper, I will regard it as cheating, just like someone who wants to escape, and execute him directly."

As soon as he finished speaking, a person was pressed down on the table. It was obvious that he had quick hands and had already written down his other answers on the paper. His spine was removed, and the others put down their pens tremblingly.

Just as the second round was being drawn, a woman suddenly let out a scream. Her body was shaking and she looked at the note in her hand. There were no words on it at all, only a smiley face drawn on it.

“Someone wrote nothing!!!”

This scream seemed to completely ignite the atmosphere in the room, and everyone's expressions darkened.

There is indeed something wrong with this plan. Someone wants to take this opportunity to eliminate dissidents, but isn't he afraid of getting his own note?

Wait, two kinds of handwriting are not allowed, which means that if he draws his own note, there is a chance of redemption, but if this poor woman draws the smiley face he drew, she is doomed to die.

Everyone present realized this man's sinister intentions, he just wanted to trick someone to death.

Someone immediately stood up and pointed at the elegant woman who had made the comment before and said: "It must be you, this is the trap you set! You bitch!!!"

"It's not me, there's no point in me being like this..." The elegant woman still wanted to defend, but the man had already rushed to her side and strangled her neck.

The woman struggled desperately, but was unable to break free from the shackles of a strong man. She slowly lost her breath. The body fell to the ground and quickly disappeared.

The restaurant fell silent again. No one had thought that such a thing would happen before, because it was completely harmful to others and not self-interested. No, it might not be completely selfless. At least he used this method to secure a spot among the 20 people.

And the woman who got the smiley face was crazy. She was laughing crazily, wandering between the tables, like dancing a dance of death. She pointed at everyone, then picked up the pen and started writing on the note.

Write something.

"Are you crazy?" Someone looked at her.

"As long as I am eliminated early, I will not be counted among the 20 people." She screamed crazily: "I won't die for you, you will still die 20 people, not one of them!!!"

When her spine was removed, everyone looked ugly. This woman was right. Those who were eliminated early were not counted in the 20 people. She chose to die together, and the death quota of the 20 people did not change.

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"It's good now." An old man with a mustache touched his beard and said with a wry smile: "That guy didn't harm anyone, and he also let this plan come to an end."

That's right, after this incident, it is impossible for anyone to participate in this plan again. If the lunatic puts a smiley face in again, whoever draws it will die. If there is more than one such lunatic, then everyone should stop

Alive.

Others who had not yet drawn were also a little hesitant, but when they thought that no one had received immunity yet, they bravely reached out to the hole.

Suddenly a young man shouted, "I got it, I got immunity!!!"

He raised his arms high and waved the note in his hand, like a king returning from victory. He straightened his suit collar and walked back to his seat, obviously wanting to review the next question.

He seemed to be immersed in excitement and did not see the pairs of malicious eyes around him. When he found someone approaching him, he suddenly ducked to the side, but was pushed to the ground by another person.

The man with the mustache just grabbed the note from his hand with force, held it in his hand, and used the broken porcelain shard from the plate to slit his throat. The others wanted to snatch it from his hand, but the time was up.

After everyone had finished smoking, the chef entered the back kitchen again. Some people began to whisper and conspire to kill the chef, but most people were not as stupid as him and waited quietly.

Soon the chef came out. This time he seemed to be in no mood to read these things anymore, but directly announced the death list.

The faces of those whose names were read were pale, some wanted to struggle, but were quickly suppressed, and some numbly accepted their fate.

But after a name was read, a person suddenly stood up. It was the mustache from before. He said: "How can it be my name? I have immunity! I grabbed the immunity!"

"That's not immunity." The chef said, "Just because someone writes the word immunity on a piece of paper, it doesn't mean it's immunity."

The mustache was stunned, then he reacted, looked around in disbelief and said: "Some of you did not write the answer, but wrote the word immunity on the paper?! Why did you do this?!"

"I'm afraid you have to ask Dr. Southhip about this." The chef clasped his hands behind his back and looked in the direction of Schiller. After such a long period of preparation, he finally showed his fangs and said.

"The doctor put two slips of paper into the box, but neither of them was genuine immunity. One had the word useless immunity written on it, and the other had a smiley face drawn on it."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to Schiller.

"With all due respect, I didn't know that writing immunity on the note was useless." Schiller looked at the chef unwilling to be outdone and said: "You agreed to my request to transfer the immunity."

"I only agree with you to transfer immunity to that woman." The chef showed an evil smile and said, "I don't agree with you writing this thing on paper and giving it to anyone."

"That's because you didn't explain the rules clearly."

"That's because you didn't ask, doctor. If you had asked, I would have told you the correct transfer method. In this life-and-death situation, why didn't you ask more?"

Schiller did not answer. He said: "I did not draw the smile."

"I have some way of seeing what you wrote." The chef suddenly raised his hand, and the originally calm tabletop suddenly began to ripple, and dense eyes opened on the tabletop, making everyone scream in fear.

stand up.

But after the initial panic, they looked at Schiller with frightened and angry eyes, obviously believing what the chef said.

Schiller sat there and sighed, and said: "Well, I know that immunity written in words will not work. I also drew the smiley face. Everything is just to kill you."

The chef paused. He didn't expect Schiller to admit it so easily. He stared at Schiller closely, trying to see if he wanted to quibble in another direction.

Schiller, however, calmly put the briefcase in front of him, opened the briefcase, and took out a red candle and a match.

Then he stood up and looked around and said: "I believe that any smart person can see that this is just a conspiracy of the devil. He did all this and framed it on me, just to let you attack me."

Schiller lowered his head, lit the match with a snap, put the flame on the wick of the candle, and said: "I hope you believe me, this is your last chance."

Others, including the chef, were a little confused by his statement. Wait, what did he say? This is our last chance?

The chef's eyes moved to the candle. When the candle was lit, he clearly felt that something was changing.

Schiller gently blew out the match, looked up at the chef and said, "Don't you want to know why I look different on the plate?"

"You said it was dissociative identity disorder."

"No more separation... Excuse me, is there anything to eat?"

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