Survivorship Bias

Yang Ming's move was not unexpected.

For him, in the case of the countdown of his own health bar, the person with high force value but low survival value has only one use, which is to become his weapon in duels.

There is more than one way to form a camp, in addition to inducement, there is also coercion.

Now the advantage of the whole game is almost concentrated in his hands. Liu Chengwei is already standing in the line on the bright side. The conversation with Ueno in the corridor just now was also seen, 80% of which are nepotism .

A cowardly character like Ueno should be the kind of person Yang Ming pays the least attention, but he is willing to meet him in private, and it is more likely that there is a relationship between them. red line relationship.

But who is secretly in love with whom is still unknown.

Obviously, Lao Yu and Shen Ti, who were pushed out by Yang Ming without regard to life and death, have a high probability that there is no relationship between red and black lines. If there is, it may only be black lines.

Even if Shen Ti goes against the water and chooses to duel with Yang Ming, Yang Ming with 3 health bars joins Liu Chengwei with 7 health bars and Ueno with 5 health bars, for a total of 15 health bars, almost twice as much A very high blood count.

Shen Ti is a smart person who is very good at hiding and will not do this.

"Why? Don't want to?" Yang Ming took a step towards him, "Don't you sympathize with him? Like his face?"

Shen Ti shrugged and walked out of the darkness humming a little tune.

Seeing him stand up, An Wu Jiao's emotions hardly fluctuated.

Although they spent a while together on the porch of the lounge, it was a battle of survival after all, and the closest friends had moments of close combat, not to mention strangers who were close to each other.

You can never go wrong.

Shen Ti brushed past An Wujiu, who barely stood up, and jumped directly into the red duel threshold.

He glanced at An Wujiu, staring at his innocent and kind face, his eyes became cold.

"Today's duel threshold belongs to you."

An Wu Jiu slowly stepped into the scarlet duel threshold and stood opposite Shen Ti. He felt a little relieved after realizing the fact that no one would help him.

The Avalokitesvara on the mechanical mask is still in the same compassionate appearance, Shen Ti turned his head, shook his hands, and sat down very seriously to warm up.

An Wujiu did nothing.

"I'm going to be beaten again." Wu You's voice was low and complex. He looked at the complete eight blood bars above Shen Ti's head.

This is only the first day.

At this moment, Wu You really understood what Zhong Yirou said, if there is no duel, and only relying on the calculation of the number of blood bars to determine the outcome, maybe some people will be willing to put the only 4 blood bars on An Wujiu, Just buy a favor, if An Wu Jiu is as strong as Yang Ming said, maybe he can still stand in the team.

What's more, the opposite is Shen Ti, Wu You has absolutely no reason to stand on the opposite side of him.

"Are any other characters joining the duel?"

"Can I go back after joining?" Wu You asked this question for him.

The system replied, "If you choose to join, you will determine the faction. You cannot regret it. Please make your decision carefully."

"Understood, I won't join." After Wu You replied, seeing Lao Yu's feet also retracted.

I am afraid that the red line is connected to the person in the duel threshold, but from his own perspective, it may only be connected to An Wugui.

But in the current situation, even if you want to help, there are too many people on the other side, and the duel is destined to suffer.

"Confirm no other roles are involved."

After declaring that the duel threshold is closed, the weapon selection bar appears above, and the fate of the two scrolls in a small grid, and freezes after a few seconds.

"This round of weapons, Shen Ti: long knife; An Wujiu: steel rod."

In an instant, blue data fragments appeared in front of the two of them at the same time, and these fragments gradually merged into their respective weapons.

Seeing Shen Ti's long knife, An Wu Jiu's hands began to tremble again, and what's more, his breathing also became obstructed.

Liu Chengwei mercilessly ridiculed in the audience, "An Wujiu, you might as well just stand and let Shen Ti slash you a few times, save a little effort, lest even this house be destroyed by time. Can't get out."

"Duel this round—"

The two raised their hands to hold their own weapons.

Before the Holy Voice announced the start, Shen Ti in the duel threshold directly stretched out his two hands and held it high for a pause.

"Wait."

He opened his mouth for the first time.

This strange move made everyone present in a fog, only Zhong Yirou opened her eyes wide.

"Good guy, not really dumb."

An Wujiu is very inexplicable, but Shen Ti in front of him has already walked in front of him.

"Hug and give me a hug." The masked Shen Ti's tone had a hint of a smile, his voice was low and pleasant, making An Wujiu feel at a loss, "Friendship is the first and the competition is the second."

He was so wounded that he was gently hugged by Shen Ti. The other party was a head taller than him, and wrapped his arms around him, he was completely encircled in his arms, and he gently patted his back with those black-gloved hands.

It was normal at first.

Then it suddenly went wrong.

At a certain moment, An Wu Jiu felt an unprecedented pain in his heart, as if he was directly stabbed by a sharp chainsaw, spinning at a high speed, making his heart bloody.

Shen Ti's voice still haunts like a ghost.

"I'll make it quick."

, like a living person.

Seeing An Wu Jiu's abnormal expression, Shen Ti was still puzzled for a while.

But only for a few seconds.

In half a second when An Wujiu was immersed in pain, he who had given a friendly hug just a moment ago decisively launched a sneak attack, the hilt of the long knife slashed at An Wujiu who was not injured on the wrist.

Pain and muscle reaction made the steel rod in An Wujiu's hand fall down, Shen Ti tipped his toes and picked it up, the steel rod bounced up, he held it with his hand, and then threw it back.

With a bang, the steel rod fell out of An Wu Jiu's reach.

The weapon was seized, and every next move of Shen Ti almost drove An Wu Jiu to a dead end.

"How can it be so powerful." Ueno whispered.

"Strange..." When everyone was amazed, across the scarlet light curtain, Zhong Yirou showed a thoughtful look, "Why don't you use a knife?"

Although Shen Ti's attacking rhythm is fast, it is not the same as Liu Chengwei's lethal style of play.

The pain made An Wu Jiao's body sluggish, forcing him to retreat again and again, unable to breathe. He didn't understand why, he didn't feel pain when he was attacked by Liu Chengwei before.

The previous wound oozes blood again, drop by drop on the floor.

Enduring the severe pain as if the heart was peeling off, An Wujiu tried to block, but one hand was not as close to both arms, his eyes estimated the distance, An Wujiao who did not look back guessed that he was about to be forced into the light on the screen.

Once he really leaned back, there was no room for him.

An Wujiu raised his hand and punched, Shen Ti was ready to withdraw his leg to receive the move, but in an instant he caught it empty, it was just An Wujiu's vain move. An Wujiu was kicked in the upper abdomen, and in an instant, the other party had escaped and flashed behind Shen Ti.

Suddenly, his neck was wrapped around his neck with one arm, the strength of the arm was beyond his imagination, and he almost suffocated for a moment, "Wait wait I can't breathe Cough! Cough! Cough..."

Is the left hand also a mechanical skeleton?

An Wujiu predicted that Shen Ti would hit him with an elbow, because he is not the type with strong strength, so he took a step back and prepared to drag Shen Ti down, but he did not expect Shen Ti to grab him directly On his left hand, a big back fell, smashing the seriously injured An Wu Jiu to the ground.

But he didn't have another hand to stop Shen Ti's counterattack.

The fall caused his entire body to vibrate with metal, the eardrums were shattered, and An Wugui’s heart ached again.

His back was soaked with sweat.

"There is only the last trace of the blood bar." Ueno looked at him in a cold sweat, and just wanted to pray that he would never enter this terrible duel threshold, "It will be cleared again."

Next counterpoint…

The closest to them, Shen Ti's long knife.

But this intention was discovered by Shen Ti at the same time. He squatted down quickly, grabbed his long hair fiercely when An Wu Jiu tried to reach out his hand sideways, and picked up the long knife.

Shen Ti's wrist turned a few times, and the long black hair was wrapped around his wrist like a vine. With a ruthless pull, Shen Ti just dragged An Wu Jiu into his arms and crashed in.

His chest is a vast horizon, and his innocent heart is a dying sun, beating wildly and vividly.

Trying to make the final ring.

Is An Wujiao really a vulnerable ordinary person?

The last trace of blood, just forget it.

He raised his sword.

The next second, the knife in his hand and the person in his arms...

are gone.

Severe pain came from the wrist, and with a click, Shen Ti's wrist was dislocated alive. The next moment, he felt a sudden relaxation of his tense left hand.

The long black hair that was clenched in his hand was cut off.

Looking up, Shen Ti saw that the guy who was only one step away from driving to the dead end returned to a safe distance. The other party's eyebrows were half lowered, and the fluttering hair slightly covered his cheeks.

He heard the sobbing, and saw the man's eyes turn red from tears, the blood vessels under the skin spewed, and the red neck turned the flowers on the side of the neck into pink peonies.

Why are you crying?

An Wujiu's tears fell beautifully, the transparent teardrops slipped to the corners of the mouth, dripping into the blood stains, pale lips and jawline, everything was just right, even the frowning brows had a delicate fragility sense.

"Okay... it hurts." He opened his mouth slowly, slowly raised the back of his left hand, and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

Shen Ti felt a sharp pain in his wrist at this time, but he couldn't let go of his fingers, tightly holding An Wujiu's broken hair.

"It hurts to death."

It's just three words, but his tone has completely changed.

In an instant, everyone realized something was wrong.

That clean and beautiful face had a crazy cult-like smile. He held the long knife that belonged to Shen Ti in his hand, and the tip of the knife was aimed straight at his throat.

"You like my hair so much?"

"As a souvenir."

An Wu Jiu smiled nervously, unable to stop, her scattered hair half covered her eyes.

This laughter seems not to be laughter, but the sound of fingernails scratching on metal, which is creepy.

Shen Ti was not surprised by this sudden change, even a little surprised. He stared at An Wujiu and saw blood dripping from his chin.

Nosebleed.

An Wujiu also realized it, he raised his hand to wipe off the blood that dripped with the back of his hand, the red blood directly rubbed against his cheek, but he was still laughing, "I'm sorry, I seem to get excited when I get excited. so."

"By the way, how does my kind look look like? Do you still like it?"

His wrist lifted.

Murderous action duel Everyone outside the threshold held their breath.

"I'm so annoying. It's weird, how did I become like that?"

After finishing speaking, An Wujiu grabbed the end of the thread with his teeth and tugged hard, pulling the suture of the wound tight with a blank expression. Blood trickled down his white arm, drop by drop on the ground.

But he didn't even frown.

"I spent ten thousand saint coins to fix it, and it's very expensive to sew again." An Wujiu stared at the wound and muttered to himself.

Shen Ti stared at him.

This person thinks the same as himself, very wrong.

Want to try. But before he could get out, An Wujiu predicted his next move.

"Wait later." He also made a pause gesture, then brushed his hair with his left hand, as if arranging his image, and then took a few steps forward, separated by a layer of **** light The curtain looked at the people watching from the wall, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his blood-stained hand, and gave a self-friendly smile, "Is there a cigarette?"

Everyone froze in place.

An Wu Jiao in front of him seemed to be a completely different person.

The face is no longer perpetually calm, now full of dramatic freshness. With the blood on his head, he begged for cigarettes at the juncture of life and death like a lunatic.

But his face and his body didn't change in any way, it was the same as before, and even his memories were coherent.

Ueno, who was closest to the duel threshold, for some reason, was so frightened that he took a half step back and stuttered, "No, no, Mr. An."

The eyes swept across the crowd, An Wujiu's face showed a disappointed expression, "Nothing..." He pouted, "What about electronic? improvise."

Zhong Yirou noticed that his speaking speed was different from before, becoming smooth and fast.

Silence and retreat were the only answers An Wujiu got, he felt bored and rolled his eyes irritably, "There is nothing to exchange, a bunch of poor..."

Before finishing speaking, An Wujiu turned around abruptly, dodging Shen Ti's attack as if he had the ability of a prophet.

At this moment, An Wu Jiu finally faced the opponent in front of him.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead, as if remembering something, and walked towards Shen Ti, "Oh I almost forgot, you just told me to fight quickly, right? "

The corners of her mouth twitched, An innocent peach blossom eye curved into a crescent moon. He paced, walked around behind Shen Ti, leaned closer to his left ear and explained to himself in a low voice, "I'm sorry, there's something wrong with my brain, and it's not very easy to use."

The smile in his voice was creepy.

The next second, An Wujiu came to Shen Ti's back, pressed the tip of his knife against his spine, and asked an irrelevant question with that childlike expression, "Right. , have you seen horror movies?"

“I like watching it, especially in that kind of virtual reality theater, it’s very exciting, you can feel that ghost is behind you.” An Wujiu also trembled, like It's scary to think about.

"The one with the mask," he stretched out his finger, and his fingertip slowly slid across Shen Ti's right shoulder, "You know...what is a tried-and-true trick that horror movies use to scare audiences? "

The entire duel room was impossibly quiet.

An Wujiu leaned into Shen Ti's right ear and said the answer on her own.

“Jumpscare.”

After finishing speaking, An Wujiu suddenly stretched out two hands, put on a frightening expression, and made a sound that imitated a beast, but it was not scary at all, even a little cute.

Shen Ti was naturally not frightened by him.

“How is it?” Step by step, An Wujiu walked back to Shen Ti, with his hands behind his back, “Did I learn the same way?”

"Like what?" Shen Ti's voice was gloomy.

An Wujiu smiled, "Your sneak attack just now, isn't it cute? I haven't encountered such a cute sneak attack in a long time."

Children's version of jumping scare.

He laughed non-stop, like a child who was amused by a comedian's tricks, his arms holding the weapon were drooping, and he was slack and defenseless, while laughing, he said to Shen Ti : "For the sake of you being so cute, I'll teach you..."

Just when everyone didn't know how to react, An Wujiu's smile disappeared in an instant.

"What is the real jumpscare."

The cold light flashed, and the silver long knife attacked with completely irresistible strength and speed that could not be caught.

He raised his hand and slashed hard at Shen Ti's head.

Cracks.

Cracks open.

pop—

The fake Guanyin image produced with biochemical materials and machinery shattered in half and fell to the ground, followed by a very handsome face.

An Wujiu stared at him with surprise in his eyes, but his expression was so innocent.

"Ah, did it scare you?"

"I'm so sorry, I just wondered what you looked like from the first sight I saw you."

His short black hair was messy due to the battle, and his forehead was stuck with sweat. The drop-sized ruby, the coral pearl earrings on the earlobes are wobbly, and the whole person exudes a strong sense of alienation.

The most unique is the pair of eyes, the pupil color is between tsavorite and pato stone, a transparent and subtle blue-green.

Humans often like to carve the gods they believe in like this.

The corners of his mouth twitched, An Wujiu glanced at Shen Ti's long hair that was still clenched tightly, the blade tip that shone coldly along the line of Shen Ti's profile face slowly upwards, like grinding together.

"Chinese people respect etiquette, you took my hair..."

"Should I give me a pair of eyes?"