Survivorship Bias

Everything is complete except for no electronics.

in. The dark red patterns on the beige wallpaper are like dried blood stains, waiting for sacrifice and death in the dusty room for many years.

An Wujiu stared at the desk fascinatedly, on the wall behind the red solid wood desk hung an ancient wooden clock, the upper end was a quartz clock covered by a glass sheet, and the lower end was a side door The wooden box, but at this time, the two small doors were still tightly closed.

It is 9:31 am.

"Found, water and food."

The storage cabinets store the survival resources they need, but half of them are already labeled [capitalist], Ueno Dacheng reaches out and tries to get it, but can't pick it up anyway, until Yang When Ming came, these labeled things were taken out.

The so-called survival resources are only the simplest bread, bottled water, anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers and gauze bandages, and nothing else. The weight of the things does not seem to be much, and most of them belong to the capitalist Yang Ming. The food that really belongs to other people is only seven adult men's palm-sized bread and seven bottles of water.

Old Yu sighed, "Actually, a piece of bread can last for five days in reality, but the altar must have adjusted the parameters."

Liu Chengwei picked up two breads and two bottles of water and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Zhong Yirou, "Why? Start robbing things so soon."

"First come, first served." Liu Chengwei quibble.

Wu You sighed, "Why don't you say that it is ranked by survival value?"

Liu Chengwei was immediately annoyed, "I'm worthless in life, but your life is worthwhile? Come on, come and **** me, and whoever wins when you see it."

Ueno immediately grabbed Wu You, "Brother, don't say such things..."

"What did I say?" Wu You frowned and broke away from Dacheng Ueno's hand, "You are with them, don't think I didn't hear you talking together just now."

"Don't quarrel." Lao Yu also began to smooth things out, "This is just the beginning, everyone save your energy and be peaceful."

The more he said that, the more arguing the others became. An Wu Jiu took a breath, and found that Shen Ti, who was sitting on the carpet in the distance, suddenly moved to them and sat upright. As soon as there was a quarrel, Shen Ti applauded lightly, seeing An Wu Jiu stunned.

Where can you rank, pretend to be garlic here. You are still crying and calling your mother when Lao Tzu is crawling and rolling in the Easter competition."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if he had flipped a switch of some sort, Wu You slammed up and punched Liu Chengwei, if it wasn't for Zhong Yirou's quick reaction, they would have fought hard No deal.

An Wujiu didn't move, sat on the spot, when he heard Liu Chengwei's words, he suddenly thought of something.

Resurrection.

That is to say, "the last four who can live to the last" that Shengyin did not mention may not necessarily die directly.

As long as you don't die during the game, you still have a chance to enter the Easter.

"I have a suggestion." An Wujiu hurriedly opened his mouth, fearing that others might not hear him, he deliberately made a louder voice.

Everyone calmed down and turned around, looking at An Wugui who was speaking. He held the upper part of the injured wrist, his face remained the same, but the speed of his speech was still very slow and sluggish, unlike the others.

"The half that belongs to the capitalist role... let Yang Ming dispose of it, and the remaining half is distributed equally to everyone, so that at least everyone will not starve to death before the game is over."

This proposal is not unexpected, and even wandered silently in everyone's mind. But everyone is doubting whether this rule will be fulfilled as promised.

Old Yu continued: "What do you mean...we'll be divided evenly, no duel? But in the end, it will still be settled, and there will always be losers."

Sit back on the sofa without blame, and said slowly: "Yes. But when the rules were just announced, it was clearly stated that those who died during the game would also be brain dead in reality. Right."

He looked at everyone, his dark pupils reflected the warm yellow lights in the bunker, and he spoke with difficulty, but every word was sincere, "But Shengyin did not explicitly say that the final settlement will be made. What will happen to the bottom four, maybe they will enter the resurrection game, not necessarily."

"But," Wu You was punched, his cheekbones were red, and his eyes were stubborn, "A piece of bread won't last."

“I think so, but at least it can last for a few days.” An Wujiu said, “This game is not a zero-sum game, there is no inevitability of my life and death, and it is a victory to survive for a day, One day, there will be the possibility of discussing other survival strategies. As long as we cooperate, maybe we can try to go out completely.”

After hearing this, the others fell silent.

"I think it's quite right." Zhong Yirou smiled, "It's not worth dying here, and there's no chance of resurrection."

When everyone started to think about the peaceful division of blameless, Yang Ming stood up, and he walked slowly towards An Wujiao, "Your acting is really good."

“Every time you can pretend to be good for everyone, gain trust by helping others, and then incite and persuade everyone.”

An Wu Jiu looked up at him without speaking.

The two faced each other for a while, and finally Yang Ming turned around, called up his panel, and clicked his finger on it.

"I accept tie."

He smiled open-mindedly, "Also, I have to give one-third of my resources to everyone." He canceled the labels of these survival resources, and they became available for acquisition. public resources used.

The first to question was Wu You, who was always silent, "Would you be so kind?"

"Yes." Zhong Yirou laughed, "One-third of the half, and one-sixth of the complete resources, more than enough for one person. If this is the case, like just now No blame, we might really be able to hold on to the end without any difference.”

But this actually means that if Yang Ming doesn't give it, the rest of them won't get to the end.

An Wujiu knew very well that in any case, Yang Ming's supplies were their life-saving straw. He just hopes that everyone can maintain a united attitude, so that it is possible to persuade or defeat Yang Ming.

After all, the materials here are clearly enough for everyone to survive. If someone dies because of lack of supplies, it is a real death in vain.

"I said I will give it, but I have one condition."

“These things can only be shared equally by the six of you.” Yang Ming’s mouth twitched, “An Wujiu can’t take it at all.”

This is a choice without hesitation. As long as they agree, they can get more resources and a more stable situation than the previous even distribution method.

Yang Ming did not use power to force everyone to obey him, but took the initiative to cede a part of his own resources as a chip to raise in this isolated game.

Except for peace, everyone is sure to win.

"I agree! Who wouldn't agree with such a good deal!" Liu Chengwei was still the first to express his stance.

"I agree with what Mr. Yang said." Dacheng Ueno also raised his hand weakly, but there was a smile that couldn't be hidden on his face.

They completely forgot the peaceful strategy and compassion of An Wugui, and were only excited to get the extra gift.

Yang Ming retrieved these materials back to the panel, unexpectedly showing full patience to Liu Chengwei's recklessness, "Wait." He looked at the others, "I will divide these materials into two parts. Time to each of you. Don’t worry, I will give it when I say it.”

After he finished speaking, he squatted down and grabbed the bread on the ground, "Even if each of you doesn't have a duel, you won't be able to eat at the end, and there will be less water. I will give you the life-saving rations."

"I repeat, no one can help An Wujiu, understand?"

Liu Chengwei immediately smiled flatteringly: "I know, I'll divide these unlabeled ones first." After that, he started dividing up on his own. Regarding Yang Ming's coercion and inducement, others did not directly agree with him, and no one stood up to oppose it. Even Lao Yu, who would refute Yang Ming's words at the beginning, faced the real survival battle and his own disadvantages. , and had to choose silence.

An Wujiu was sitting on the sofa three or four meters away from them, quietly watching the other people carve up their lives. But he didn't feel any regrets, given another chance, An Wujiu would also make suggestions to make everyone work hard to survive.

I feel that someone is staring at me, and I look forward to my intuition.

It's the mechanical Guanyin again.

He leaned against the wall, his head was tilted, his eyes never left An Wu Jiao, as if he was a test subject to be observed, like a ghost, making no sound but following him.

Liu Chengwei and Ueno handed the distributed supplies to the remaining few. Wu You and Zhong Yirou both glanced at An Wu Jiu when they met, but they were soon discovered by Yang Ming.

"I put forward such a small condition, I hope everyone can follow it and don't go against my good intentions."

Yang Ming walked over to An Wujiu, bent down and smiled at him.

"Want food? Duel."

An Wu Jiu didn't have much expression, her eyes were clear.

"Are you... afraid of me?"

He even seemed to be extremely simple when he asked questions, his speech rate was still slow, and his sentences were strange and unsmooth, but Yang Ming seemed to be stabbed in something, and grabbed his clothes He led, "An Wujiu, I warn you, don't look at me like that! Don't think you can still control everyone like before, I can let you die if I want you to die now."

An Wujiu still didn't change his expression, he just closed his eyes as approval.

This appearance made Yang Ming more and more angry, and he was about to get angry when he heard a "Boom" sound behind him, and a small and hard object hit the back of his head from behind.

"Who!"

Yang Ming let go and turned around suddenly. An Wu Jiu straightened his collar, looked up and saw Shen Ti not far away holding the champagne he got from somewhere, the wine without the cork kept pouring out and dripping onto the floor.

"Ah." He let out a slightly surprised and bewildered voice, and covered his mouth under the mask with his black gloved hand.

But in the next second, he covered his mouth and bent over to laugh, laughing non-stop, his nervous appearance made Yang Ming speechless.

Laughing, the mask on Shen Ti's face clicked, he raised his hand and took off the lower part, took a sip of the champagne he just opened, and looked like he was enjoying it.

But the enjoyment didn't last long, Shen Ti was choked and coughed, his lips were tight, and he could see disgust.

An Wujiu sat on the spot and suddenly laughed, like a child.

"neuropathy." Although Yang Ming hates An Wujiu, but Shen Ti is present, he doesn't know the opponent's strength, nor can he guess his camp, and he is currently the most **** on the field People, once angered, they are asking for trouble, so Yang Ming just tugged on his wet suit jacket and walked away with a bad look on his face.

Not long after, Shen Ti also left, humming an unknown tune.

In the end, as Yang Ming expected, An Wujiu did not get water and food. He walked to the front of the storage cabinet where the supplies were stored and squatted down, only to find a little gauze and bandages that were left. He squatted at the door of the locker, barely wrapping his wrists with these leftovers.

Seeing this shocking injury, An Wujiu felt a little puzzled about his abnormal pain tolerance. Although it wasn't that painful, he snapped off the bandage and held his right arm over his chest.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is the worst for him now.

Among the eight people, he is the only one who has no water and food. It is absolutely impossible to last until the end of the game. If he really wants to duel, his only three health bars are also pitiful. His force value is only 1 point, Zhong Yirou, and Yang Ming, who is 2 points. Based on the degree of Yang Ming's jealousy of himself, I am afraid that if he fights with him personally, he will step in, the purpose is to make him die.

Time passed little by little, resting on the sofa without blame, staring at the patterns on the ceiling in silence.

The dark and closed space nourishes something, breaking out of the ground, ready to move.

After the materials were distributed, the people in the room lost their motivation to communicate. They scattered in every corner of the bunker, guarding the materials they just got.

Probably because of the red line and the black line, it is difficult for these people trapped in the limited underground space to communicate with each other sincerely, and trust has become a scarce thing. No one knew whether the person standing in front of Yan Yan was cursing him behind his back, wishing he would die immediately.

It was almost 10:30, Ueno and Liu Chengwei came back and walked to An Wujiu. I don't know what their purpose was, but An Wu Jiu still sat up straight, raised his eyes and looked at them.

"I..." Ueno's expression was a little worried, he broke off most of the bread in his hand and handed it to An Wujiu.

An Wu Jiu looked at him calmly, not taking it immediately.

I didn't even think about joining Yang Ming's team just now, promising not to save myself a way to survive, and now I'm here to help.

"I think you're right just now, this is not a zero-sum game." Seeing him not accepting, Ueno's expression was a little cramped, he licked his lips and put his hand in The bread is closer, "You take it, although it is not much, but it can last a day or two."

An Wujiu looked down at the bread with the label [Ueno Taisei] in his hand, looked up at him again, and said nothing.

Liu Chengwei became impatient and shouted at him, "If you want to hold it, just hold it, it's such a mess." Then he snatched the bread from Ueno's hand and threw it into An Wugui's arms inside.

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Shen Ti: Oops, why did I just hit it, let's apologize with a tea-like "ah" in the tea. Today, I was also attracted by a future wife who can't be surprised.