Odd Containment Specialist

Xia Shou pressed hard on the wound on the severed finger, and all the muscles in his body tightened due to severe pain.

"Lord Xia Shou!" Alice worriedly asked, her transparent ghost hands hurriedly helping Xia Shou press the wound.

This was a rare moment of panic for Alice. She rationally wanted to apply pressure to Xia Shou to stop the bleeding, but she was afraid of causing more pain, so she acted at a loss.

Xia Shou raised his head, sweating profusely, and looked at the boy opposite.

The boy picked up Xia Shou's fingers from the ground, took off his schoolbag, unzipped it and threw it in. It was full of broken fingers!

Some are very fresh, while others are already starting to rot!

Did this kid win all of this? After winning so many fingers, you only lost three?

Xia Shou was slightly surprised, but not surprised.

It was written in the newspaper that he cut off eight fingers of his scissor hands in one failure. This is very unscientific in terms of probability, and the fingers of this schoolbag were all obtained by him with three fingers.

This shows that although there is a way to defeat him, the probability is very small and winning will be very difficult.

Xia Shou dared to conclude that this kid was definitely cheating, but no one could see through his cheating method.

"Let's change the way we play... We make six cards with three types of rock, paper, scissors written on them. Each person takes one of rock, paper, scissors, and then chooses them first and opens them together." Xia Shou endured the severe pain and continued intermittently. Di suggested.

"No, you can only play with your fingers! When playing rock, paper, scissors, your reaction speed is also tested." The boy smiled slyly.

Xia Shou couldn't help but laugh.

Response speed?

He could see clearly that there was no before or after when the two of them took action. It was like a period of time was deleted during the unfolding process of the palm, and the process of taking action was erased, leaving only the result.

In this weird rock-paper-scissors world, reaction speed means nothing at all.

This guy is lying!

"Alice." Xia Shou called softly.

"I understand, Lord Xia Shou."

A few seconds later, Xia Shou's vision was filled with the other party's vision.

[Alice's Vision] was not sealed by the Horse in the Forest, which is something to be thankful for.

Since Alice can obtain the opponent's field of vision, it means that the abnormality level of this abnormal body is not high.

In other words, what is abnormal is not the boy himself, but the scissors in his hand.

“Come on, Rock, Scissors—”

"Wait a minute." Xia Shou stopped the other party, "I'll call Rock Paper Scissors."

"Okay, then you shout." The boy agreed readily.

Xia Shou raised his hand: "Rock, scissors——"

While shouting, Xia Shou suddenly saw multiple overlapping afterimages on the opponent's body. Those afterimages seemed to form some kind of trajectory. It can be seen from the movement pattern of the afterimages that each afterimage intercepted the punching process. a posture in.

And at the last moment when the boy punched, those translucent afterimages of his hands kept changing in the position of the punch, turning into scissors for a while, stone for a while, and paper for a while.

Xia Shou thought for a few seconds and immediately guessed what the other party's cheating ability was.

This kid can see his future moves!

However, the future that the other party sees is not the absolute future that is destined to happen, but the most likely future shown by some high-precision calculation.

Once the observation element of Xia Shou's second perspective is added to this calculation process, the final calculation result collapses, showing an unknown state that changes all the time.

When both sides of rock-paper-scissors can predict each other's opponent's strategy, the two ideas are constantly superimposed and covered.

The final result is that no one can accurately predict the opponent's moves.

So now, the game is completely fair.

Xia Shou quickly glanced at the boy's expression. His expression was obviously more panicked than the first time, even a little at a loss.

"cloth!"

Xia Shou took action, and so did the boy.

Xia Shou's answer was paper, and his opponent's answer was scissors.

Lost!

The scissors boy's tense expression instantly relaxed, and he stretched out his hand: "Bring your fingers here! You still lose. I'll cut your ring finger this time, and I won't let you continue to play with me. It's a discount for you."

"You want to run away after winning? How boring is it to end like this?" Xia Shou wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were shining, his left palm was shaking with pain, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The scissors boy was stunned and his face turned cold: "If you want to continue playing, then just cut this."

He put the scissors against Xia Shou's tiger's mouth.

Xia Shou looked at the four remaining fingers on his left hand. The sharp blades of the scissors were clamped on the skin of the tiger's mouth, and the hard pressure squeezed the thin skin.

He could imagine in advance the pain that was coming.

The blade cuts through skin and muscle tendons.

Like crushed walnuts, the bones cracked at the tangent line where the force was greatest, and finally broke cleanly with a "snap".

Xia Shou looked at the other party and let out a short chuckle. The flinching flames in his pupils trembled, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was thicker than before.

That's the look on a gambler's face when he puts all his bankrupt money on the gambling table.

Only when you want to turn over your mistakes to the point of losing your mind can you look like this.

"Cut it." Xia Shou clenched the remaining three fingers.

Xia Shou knew that what he was facing now was a rumor from the past, a strange story.

The boy defeated the scissorhand and transformed into a new ghost story. If he defeated the opponent, would the pair of scissors become his trophy?

If it were in reality, Xia Shou would never think so optimistically, but this is in a movie!

A character made a huge sacrifice in the movie, but got nothing in return. It was meaningless except to deepen the atmosphere of despair.

This plot handling method can appear in insignificant characters, but Xia Shou does not think that his current role is an insignificant supporting role. He is set as a rescuer and has a greater influence on the development of the plot than the survivors.

Let him increase his chances of winning, or let him get nothing. The former can inspire the audience. Although the latter creates a more desperate atmosphere, it brings too much frustration.

Now they seem to be surviving, but only those who always remember that this is a movie can accurately predict the development of the plot!

Xia Shou thinks that if he were a director, he would definitely shoot it like that.

Xia Shou's left thumb was cut off at the root, and this time he only groaned. Alice immediately pressed around the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Damn, it hurts!" Xia Shou looked at the other party with a pale face, "Come on, keep playing."

…………

"Huh...Huh..."

Xia Shou and the scissor boy sat cross-legged on the ground facing each other, with a bunch of fingers scattered between them, and blood soaked the carpet in the corridor.

The scissor boy sat on the ground expressionlessly.

Xia Shou looked like he had just washed his hair, with his hair wet and sticking to his forehead.

The sweat gathered into beads on his neck, rolling down, his heart hitting his chest, impacting and vibrating his eardrums.

"You, are you still playing?" Xia Shou looked at the other party.

The scissor boy looked at the only two fingers left on his right hand.

Even if he played again, he could only use scissors and fists.

Of course, having only two fingers does not mean that he cannot play.

Although the opponent can be invincible as long as he keeps using fists, it does not mean that he will definitely lose.

As long as he keeps using fists, the game can be tied. At that time, if the opponent wants to win, he must use cloth.

If he was very lucky, after countless punches, the one time he changed his move to scissors happened to match the opponent's one time of paper, he would win.

Of course, the probability is very small.

The scissor boy looked at Xia Shou and asked seriously: "What does it feel like to hurt?"

Xia Shou was not surprised to hear this question. He saw in the middle of the game that this kid had no sense of pain at all.

"My sweat, the scream you heard just now, and my shaking hands, the tears I shed... all these add up to pain." Xia Shou could only summarize it like this.

The scissor boy smiled, hooked the scissors with the only two fingers left, and handed them to Xia Shou.

"I lost, I don't want to play anymore."

Xia Shou blinked and took the scissors with his right hand with only three fingers left.

The trophy, got it!

"Thanks, actually our winning rate is not bad, 50%, but why didn't you just cut off my right thumb just now?"

The scissor boy pursed his lips, shook his head, and then like a dissipating ghost, he slowly became transparent and finally disappeared completely.

On the ground, there was only the schoolbag full of fingers.

Xia Shou looked at the scissors in his hand, and the words appeared in front of him - [Finger-severing scissors]