Doomsday Wonderland

"you're so dumb?"

Hina's loud voice was the first to break the silence again, and said to the man with short black hair: "Why are you saying this? Aren't everyone going to be wary of you now? I will definitely not believe what you say anyway."

The man with short black hair obviously realized the mistake he had made. He stammered "No" several times with an ugly face, as if he wanted to regret it, but could not come up with any good explanation. He finally fell heavily on the sofa and said to Everyone who was staring at him asked: "That's it? I have no experience, and I have never entered a dungeon... If I slip a word, everything is over? Then, what should I do now? I can't get enough microphones. Man, what will happen in the end? I forgot..."

Everyone looked at each other. "I don't remember either," Guan Nan whispered; Doctor Chen also shook his head and said, "I have no memory."

"I feel like it's not mentioned in the rules at all." Duckling recalled with a frown.

"It's true," Lin Sanjiu said in a deep voice, "I paid special attention when listening. The rules only say that the person who gets four microphones can pass the level victoriously, but it doesn't say what will happen to the loser."

This is the truth; but the reason why she chose to tell the truth at this time was because of her selfish motives.

The introduction to the rules says that when you prove your honesty—in other words, when people think you are telling the truth—your credibility increases.

What the introduction didn't say was how big an "event" is needed to increase credibility; what Lin Sanjiu is doing now is a "test" to increase credibility.

Seeing everyone nodding and acknowledging the fact that "the rules don't say what happens to the loser," Lin Sanjiu looked at the small white number in the upper right corner of her field of vision that represented credibility - as if sensing her expectation, the number moved.

"It's gone up." Teacher Yi's surprise didn't last for half a second before he lost his breath. "Why did it go up by 0.058?"

After all, it has to be divided by 12.

Lin Sanjiu frowned and calculated in her mind - it was mentioned in the introduction to the rules that when she makes a person trust, the minimum unit should be 0.1; if a person's trust in her is lower than 0.1, it will not be calculated. . If you multiply 12 back, it means that the sentence just made only seven people agree that it is true, and it generated a minimum level of trust.

"At least we know that the trust value a person can generate by telling the truth is 0.1," she said to Teacher Yi. "I'll try it again to see if this theory is correct."

While everyone was still discussing the rules, she thought about it and added: "This scene is not mine."

"Isn't this natural?" Hina seemed to be the kind of person who poured out whatever was on her mind. The look on her face when she looked at Lin Sanjiu clearly suggested that the latter was not very smart. "He - what is your name? Wan Volt? What a weird name. Anyway, Wan Volt said it himself, this is his scene."

Lin Sanjiu didn't pay attention to what she said, and almost missed the name of the short-haired girl - because there was indeed movement in the upper right corner of her field of vision.

This time, 0.358 jumped twice: first, it jumped to 0.3, and the number jumped again, to 0.291.

"Damn it," Teacher Yi rarely cursed, "This means——"

Before she had time to calculate carefully, she heard the woman with a face that looked like makeup saying coldly to Hina: "You should think about it again. She said that this scene was not hers, and Wan Volt said that this scene was his. Chosen, but have two different meanings.”

Hina was stunned for a moment, and the confusion on her face "What are you talking about?" soon turned into a thin layer of anger. "Pay attention to your tone. If you want to speak, speak clearly."

Whether it was her height, body shape, voice or temper, she was very intimidating; when those two arms were stretched out, she felt like she could bend any adult man and throw him out of the window.

Even the somewhat aloof woman had to slow down and say, "Mao Nu said that her scene was not the current hotel. The probability of this being true is 12/13, but Wanvolt said that his scene was exactly that. The probability of this being true is 1/13... Do you understand?"

Mao Nu is talking about her? Lin Sanjiu touched her eyebrows and thought to herself, this woman is not only clear-minded, but also good at naming. She is both a sounding board and a hairy girl, which is very appropriate.

Hina clearly still doesn't understand. But she seemed to hate the other party a little and didn't want to ask any more questions. She snorted and asked Wanvolt: "What is the 'answer' in your scene?"

"That's the one," Wan Volt answered quickly and raised his hand to point. Everyone followed his hand and saw a large stack of newspapers placed against the wall of the reception area. Judging from the thickness, there were twelve copies. .

I knew what Media was without even looking for it. Could this guy just be telling the truth?

"I think... he might be telling the truth."

I happened to think of duck down as well. She was not confident enough. Under the gaze of the woman who looked like she was wearing makeup, her voice became smaller and smaller: "If what he told was a lie, wouldn't the real owner of the scene know that he lied immediately? There would be deductions. The effect of 0.1 credibility... If other people only half-believe it, it will neither increase nor reduce his credibility... It will be 0.1 less in the first place. This, this, I think it is a big disadvantage. Of course, I just thought about it for a moment, and maybe there are other possibilities..."

Lin Sanjiu pondered and sat down on the sofa.

Her second sentence "This scene is not mine", calculated from the numbers, only made four people believe her - one of them should be the woman who looked like she was born with makeup - she just added 0.4 divided by 12 credibility, but because one person immediately distrusted her, she was deducted 0.1 alive.

It wasn't half-belief, non-committal, hesitation... none of them were enough to detract from one's credibility; the person was very sure that what she told was a lie.

Why?

Is it because of duck down again? If Duckling immediately disbelieves her every time she says a word from now on, her credibility will probably be destroyed in less than three scenes - she needs to think about what to do.

"Yes, it's a waste of time." Teacher Yi concluded.

"No, at least my inference is correct..." Lin Sanjiu murmured in response, "A truth, or in other words, when they thought I told a truth, the trust value generated is 0.1. But this method is risky. It’s not small, if one person thinks I’m lying, it can offset the trust value of the whole group.”

However, there may be a way to make up for the lost 0.1.

"This girl said that the chance of me telling the truth is 12/13, which is indeed the case." She raised her voice slightly and said, "I don't know if you believe in Ten Thousand Volts, but I won't ask you to pick it up anyway. I won’t say anything weird about anything in this scene, and you are welcome to supervise me.”

This sentence increased her credibility by 0.025 - that is to say, three more people believed her. Her words themselves should not be so powerful. It should be the "12/13" probability question raised by the woman, which helped a lot.

At any rate, she is now at 0.31, which is a good thing.

"I don't understand," Heina raised her hands and surrendered: "My mind is completely messed up and I don't know who is real and who is fake. Anyway, from now on, I won't believe anyone, and I will be invincible. "

"Whether it's true or not, it's not that important now. I'm going to take a look around," Dr. Chen calmed down gently, "Speaking of which, don't laugh at me. I haven't eaten anything since last night. My blood sugar level is... Low, can’t stand being hungry.”

"But, what if..." Duckling immediately raised his head.

"Don't worry, I only touch things whose total number is less than 12." Dr. Chen said with a smile.

It shows that he is also dubious about Wan Volt's statement; after all, there are at least 12 media in each scene... This should be used as a way to identify media, Lin Sanjiu made a mental note.

Haina shouted "I'm going too," and then Guan Nan and Wen Ya left with them. Four people were missing in one breath, and the reception area seemed a lot more relaxed. Everyone looked at each other, no one was getting close to anyone, but no one was moving away.

Lin Sanjiu thought about it carefully and understood. If you stay away from others for safety reasons in a non-home court scene, what should you do when you get to your home court? Then wouldn't it be too conspicuous to approach everyone so blatantly?

"Wait a minute," a young man who was speaking for the first time suddenly turned back and forth in his seat several times. He has a round head, a round face, a round nose, and round lips. He is honest and honest. It can be said that he was born with a face that is suitable for this game. Anyone who looks at it thinks that this man cannot lie - "Flowers, flowers, in the vase on the table, There are more than twelve flowers in total..."

"Did you just find out?" The woman who looked like she was born with makeup sat down next to Lin Sanjiu, crossed her slender legs, and said very rudely: "I suspect that in order to drown out Media's presence, every scene is There is more than one thing, and the number is more than 12."

"What else?" asked another man with a pointed chin. His facial features are gentle and delicate, and although the undulations and shape of his face vaguely resemble that of some kind of rat, for a man, his appearance is considered acceptable. "Did you find it?"

"You can see for yourself," she raised her chin towards the front desk at the far end of the lobby. "There must be twelve of those things in the big transparent bowl on the table, right?"

Sure enough, ordinary people after the apocalypse did not recognize those sepak takraw balls that were supposed to be used for decoration. After being reminded by her, everyone except Wan Volt got up and looked around - soon they discovered that there were more than twelve bottles of wine and more than twelve glasses in the decorated wine cabinet; There were hundreds of blank sheets of paper at the end; Dr. Chen and his team came out of the hotel restaurant, and they also brought almost unfortunate news: there was no food, and the total was less than twelve.

"Does eating it count as taking it with you?" Dr. Chen pointed to the bags of bread slices in the restaurant kitchen and asked with a sigh.

Too bad this is another rule that no one remembers.

"I said, Media is a newspaper," Wan Volt suddenly strode into the kitchen with a wave of anger, tore open the bag and said, "If you don't believe me, don't eat it. I'll eat it myself."

Everyone watched helplessly as he opened the refrigerator and found a large box of turkey fillets. His movements were not taboo at all, and they gradually gained a little more courage. Ironically, people who would choose to eat with him were unlikely to think that Wan What Volt told the truth was something he probably didn't expect.

Perhaps human beings are always involuntarily relaxed and lively when eating. Soon, people inside and outside the kitchen relaxed their vigilance towards the plates of food, and the chatter one after another became a buzzing background sound; even the long The man with a primitive forehead and strong arms even took the risk to open a drink—it seemed like nothing was wrong.

To gain the trust of others, sometimes it is not necessary to rely on words. Although the man seemed to be a muscular type who was not good at using his brain, he found a good entry point; soon, he, the round-faced man, and the rat-faced man started to exchange cups.

Now is a good time to find Duck Down to resolve the misunderstanding.

Everyone was busy doing their own thing. Although their eyes were still wandering around the room, at least they were not focused on others as they were just now. But Lin Sanjiu walked around the lobby and restaurant, but for a moment he didn't notice. Saw duck down.

"Who are you looking for? Aren't you going to eat?"

Without looking back, Lin Sanjiu knew who the speaker was. She turned her head, looked at the face that was covered with pink mist, and asked, "Don't you have something to eat too?"

"Yes. My name is Jiang Tian, ​​UUReadingwww.uukanshu.net" She crossed her arms and said in a knowing tone: "What you just said was actually an experiment on how to increase credibility. Bar?"

She squinted at Lin Sanjiu - if there was any benefit to the big hair on her face, it might have made Lin Sanjiu's expression less obvious - "Actually, I was doing the same thing just now. I Increased credibility by 0.1, what about you?"

You may have discovered that the name Wanfu comes from the reader Shiwanvolt, and Jiangtian comes from the fact that ginger is sweet... This kind of behavior is to cut it first and then tell it later. If you don't agree, it is too late. The raw rice is cooked... Although let It's fun when readers play the role of a sidekick, but when they kill the sidekick, they feel a huge psychological burden...

Let me report on the second day without shampoo: my hair felt so damn uncomfortable, it felt a little sticky and greasy, as if it hadn’t been washed (it might have been); but you couldn’t tell it clearly when you looked at it. , even a little more fluffy than when using shampoo, I don’t know why. From what I've gathered so far, I won't be able to wash my hair again until next week, so in order to remain civilized, I'm now calling dry cleaning my hair.

ps: It seems that my Q number password has been stolen. It is being retrieved. I would like to say something to everyone who has joined the group...

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