The Omniscient

　　 The death of Brother Flathead means that the five number plates in his hand have become unowned.

After the magician was rescued, he was originally going to get the number plate. After all, this thing is definitely useful, but after thinking about it, he finally did not go to the flat-headed brother’s cell, but went to take the wheat-colored beauties, the young people who stayed in the sea, the black-haired girls and The drunk was saved.

Everyone gathered in the corridor of the cell this time. The young people who stayed in the sea showed a surviving smile, the wheat-colored beauty covered her face and wept, and the gangster kept questioning the camera. The drunk vomited as soon as he got out of the cell. I vomited all I ate before.

　　 The magician gently comforted the wheat-colored beauty and gave her a number plate. The wheat-colored beauty was grateful, and only felt that she was relying on her.

　　 Then the magician gave another piece to the black-haired girl. The black-haired girl didn't expect that the magician would do this, and when she took it quickly, she bowed her head and said thank you.

　　 So far, the magician's extra two pieces have all been actively distributed.

　　 The magician said apologetically to the blond and sick woman and the young man who stayed in the sea: "Sorry, I only have so many. Although I don't know what it is, it is better for everyone to have our only bargaining chip."

　　 "Really, but someone has already taken five yuan without saying a word." The blond sick woman pointed to the gangster and said.

　　 Everyone looked at it, and the five number plates of Brother Flathead were taken away by the gangster. The gangster was saved by Luther. As soon as he came out, he went straight to the room of the gangster.

　　 After getting the number plate, he was not showing up and yelling at the camera to divert his attention.

　　 But there is no doubt that someone has seen it.

　　 "Divide the number plates for everyone, do you want to swallow five yuan by yourself!" the wheat-colored beauty asked.

　　 The little **** said with a sullen face, "You were the loudest just now, you almost killed us, are you embarrassed to talk?"

　　 The wheat-colored beauty changed her face, her lips moved slightly but she didn't dare to say anything, because she was indeed the one who panicked the most.

The magician stood up, patted the wheat-colored beauty on the shoulder and smiled and said: "That strange sound also said, the girl may die in three minutes, and she can’t be blamed. This place is very unfriendly to women. Ah, we should tolerate each other."

　　 Seeing the magician all smiles, the little **** curled his lips and said nothing.

　　 The magician smiled upon seeing this: "Forget it, the past is over. Who didn't panic just now? Everyone should unite to overcome the difficulties."

　　 "The number plate is definitely useful. The manager also said that there are three games in this bet. Maybe we will use the number plate...maybe even life-related."

　　 "This is a fateful game. We should let go of our illusions about 100 million and save everyone's lives first."

　　 His words are very reasonable, he even linked the number plate to life, and suggested that everyone temporarily put aside the so-called 100 million prize and put life first.

　　 In this way, the small gangsters swallow the number cards, as if they are depriving others of their lives.

Seeing everyone looking at you, the gangster immediately took out the number plate and said with an innocent look: "I didn't say to swallow it, this is not for you to pick it up, after all, the cell is **** and bloody, I am afraid you will not dare to go in. "

　　 "I'm used to seeing corpses anyway, and I don't know how much I have seen."

　　 The gangster said and took out three number plates. In his words, he also showed that he was accustomed to life and death, and even killed people.

　　 Seeing him still threaten everyone, brighten his muscles. A hint of sarcasm flashed in the magician's eyes, and then he smiled and said, "Get the one without the number plate."

　　 The blond and sick woman, the young man who stayed in the sea, and the drunk, each took a number plate.

　　 Here, the little **** played a little clever, he deliberately only took out three dollars, because there were only three people on the court and no number cards.

　　 There are twelve number plates, but there are only eleven people at the moment, which means someone can get two dollars.

　　 There is no doubt that the gangster acquiesced that he was that person, and the other two pieces were not revealed.

　　 Although everyone knows it well, after all, there are fewer people and more cards, and there will always be more people.

　　 "There is only one door here... the door is unlocked."

　　 Lao Wang came to the end of the corridor, creaked, and opened the iron door.

　　 That was another corridor, and there were still cells on both sides. They passed by the door and could see the mottled dark blood on the wall inside.

　　 "How many people have died here..." Luther numbed his scalp.

　　 "Oh..." The drunk vomited again.

　　 It is true that he ate too much. He ate and drank heavily when he was in the casino. He was drunk at first, and then suffered an electric shock. He was nauseous all the way.

　　 "Don't vomit! Are you inferior to a woman?" said the bastard.

　　 The pungent and sour smell permeated the already foul-smelling cell corridors. Many people distanced themselves from the drunk in disgust and walked forward quickly.

　　The magician patted the back of the drunkard, handed him a handkerchief, and smiled: "It's better if you spit it out. No one thought it would fall to this point."

　　 "Although I was struggling with life in society before, but at least there is no life worry..."

　　 The drunk wiped his mouth and looked at the gentle magician, only feeling warm.

　　 "Thank you, as you said, we must unite and escape, I want to expose the casino!" said the drunk.

　　 The magician nodded his head and dragged him to follow the team.

　　 The wheat-colored beauty and the black-haired girl walked out a few meters and found the magician behind, and stopped waiting for him.

　　 Everyone walked through the long corridor and found several fork roads. After they tried several fork roads in a row, the big iron doors at the end were all locked.

　　 "This seems to lead to a different level. The people behind the scenes have to arrange the second game according to our number of survivors."

　　 "We may have to wait until a door opens." Huang Ji said.

　　 Everyone nodded. This makes sense. The organizer doesn't know how many people live, so theoretically, there are many alternatives for the second and third games, which have not been determined in advance.

　　 As expected, after waiting for more than a minute, there was a clicking sound at the end of a fork.

　　 Everyone rushed over and pushed the door open as expected, and returned to an open square.

　　 This square is very similar to a prison in the United States.

　　 There are four-story cell buildings on the left and right of the square, and the front and the back are the exit and the iron gate when coming.

　　 But the exit was locked, and after everyone entered the square, the door behind them was also locked.

　　 At this point, they were completely trapped in this square, and obviously the second game was about to begin.

　　 "For such a simple game, one would die. It seems that I have to give you some simple and rude games with clear rules." The strange sound sounded again, this time from the radio speaker above.

　　 Everyone looked up, and the gangster shouted: "I have brothers. Your casino does this. Let me see if my brothers don't tear down your casino!"

　　 The drunkard also said, "I know the best lawyer on the West Coast. When I came, I told my family about my whereabouts, so let me go."

　　 "We are the spokesperson of God, this kind of gambling has been going on for a hundred years." Weird laughed.

　　 Everyone looked stiff, and their faces were frightened.

　　 The host did not explain why they were not afraid of retaliation or legal sanctions, nor did they elaborate on how powerful they are.

　　 He just stated a fact lightly: this kind of gambling has lasted for a hundred years.

　　 This sentence trumps all explanations. It's a complete contemplation and fear, and I can't imagine what a terrible force this is.

　　The magician asked loudly: "If we participate in three games, will you let us go?"

　　 "Do you think we will deliberately kill the last winner? No, try to survive in the game! Becoming a winner is your only chance." The host said.

　　 Everyone has to ask more questions, the host interrupted: "Stop talking nonsense, now introduce the second game, jailbreak."

　　 Everyone immediately silenced and listened carefully to what the host said.

　　They knew from the last game that this guy only said the rules once.

　　 "As you can see, this is a prison. In this prison, there are eighty cells on the left and right. The eighty on the left are red cells and the eighty on the right are blue cells."

　　 "You can choose your own cell at will. Choose the red one. You can only live on the red side. Choose the blue one. You can only live on the blue side. The cell contains your identity information. Once you choose, you cannot change it."

　　 "Everyone came in because of one crime, but the identity of the one hundred and sixty cells in total, some were actual offenders, and some were wronged."

　　 "Each of you wants to redeem yourself and leave this prison. Then there are three ways to leave."

　　 "The first one is, of course, serving a sentence. You only need to complete the ten-year sentence before you can leave here."

　　 When these words came out, there was an uproar, ten years?

　　 What are you kidding about, you won’t be crazy after being closed here for ten years?

　　 And... everyone looked around, at least as far as they could look, they didn't see the food or water, which means...

　　 "What about the food? How about ten years without eating? You starved to death soon?" Luther was surprised.

　　 The little **** scolded: "Are you a silly pen? This first way is obviously to make you play."

Unexpectedly, the host laughed strangely: "No, since there is a prison sentence, there must be a commutation law. Every cell has a bicycle-type generator. Through the exercise of a bicycle, the main control battery on the ceiling can be used. Charge."

　　 Everyone looked up. Indeed, at the highest point of the square, there was a large screen. The screen was dark and unremarkable.

"The battery is connected to the entire prison. After the game starts, I will turn off the switch. All of your electricity will have to rely on it. Of course, you can save a little bit. After all, you can use electricity to reduce your sentence. Ten percent of the electricity can be reduced by one year, which means that once the battery is fully charged, reaches 100%, and exchanges all of it, you will be released immediately..."

　　 Hearing this, everyone was pleasantly surprised.

　　 Bicycle generator, even if you haven’t used it, you’ve seen it before. It’s nothing more than stepping on it to generate electricity. You can do it with a little effort.

　　 is nothing more than doing some hard work to reduce the sentence!

　　 "As long as the big battery is fully charged, everyone can leave! This is a game where everyone can survive without working hard?" Luther and the wheat-colored beauty said happily.

　　 The little **** shouted: "Do you have a brain? How simple it is! This game is called prison escape! What are the other two methods?"

　　 The host smiled and said: "The second method is that everyone casts a vindication vote in their cell mailbox, or everyone casts a pardon vote, it will trigger a collective redress or a collective pardon."

　　 "Once the collective redress is achieved, all the injustices will be released unconditionally. But all the offenders will be executed."

　　 "On the contrary, once the collective pardon is reached, all offenders will be released unconditionally, but all those who have been wronged will be executed."

　　 "In other words, when you choose an identity, if there is a small number of identities, then they sacrifice themselves and everyone else can leave."

　　 Everyone's scalp numb, as soon as this rule came out, the whole game instantly became cruel.

　　 They didn't know what it meant to divide their identities before, but now they understand, this naturally divides the players into two camps, and this camp is randomly selected and cannot be changed once selected.

　　In the second way of life, only one side can live.

　　 "Fake, this is for us to kill each other!" the drunkard said in shock.

"Calm down. If we are lucky and everyone in these one hundred and sixty cells, they all have chosen the same camp by coincidence. Then it's okay. There may be a trick when choosing cells! Don't worry, everyone. For the selection, there is no time limit anyway, we can discuss more!" The magician said immediately, soothing people.

　　 The wheat-colored beauty took his arm and nodded and said: "You are right, I listen to you."

　　 The black-haired girl and the drunk also gathered beside him.

　　 The gangster frowned and stared at the magician, seeming to realize something.

　　 then asked the host: "So...what about the third way?"

　　 The host continued: "The third method is actually boring. You certainly don't need to be so united. People who have played this game in the past have never used it to escape."

　　 "This..." Everyone was taken aback, the third method was boring?

　　 "You tell me, what is the third method?" the gangster asked.

　　 The host reluctantly said: "In this prison, the guard key is hidden. If you find it, you can open the door and leave."

　　 "Fuck!" Everyone was pleasantly surprised, this was simply a turnaround!

　　 there is a guard key, you can open the door and walk straight away! This moment is not cruel again, everyone unites to find the key and it's over!

Unexpectedly, the host changed the conversation and said: "Those who get the key to escape can of course go, but a key can only be escaped by one person, and the collar will explode when other people go out. In addition, I hate escape, so after someone escapes , Others will be executed by me!"

　　 "Hi..." Everyone was dumbfounded, and their hearts fell to the bottom in an instant!

　　 "The third escape...is the only way to survive! Once the person who finds the key runs away, we all have to die!" The little **** gritted his teeth.

　　 "No one can escape from prison!" The sick woman said bitterly.

　　 "Yes! No one is allowed to find the key, no one is allowed to kill alone!"

　　 "We want to unite, let's forget the key!"

　　 Everyone hates the third way of life, saving themselves and killing everyone. Obviously everyone doesn't want to see it. After all, no one can guarantee that they are escaped.

　　 Whether it is morality or survival probability, this one is too bad.

　　 So everyone publicly appealed for a while and expressed their opinions, not to look for the key.

However, there was the voice of the host applauding on the radio, and he smiled lowly: "Hehehe, that's good. The person who gets the key is your public enemy, the traitor among you. I also hate such people. So let me give you a way to execute traitors..."

　　 "Each number has a report qualification, and there is an anonymous report room on each floor of the Red and Blue Prison Building. Once there are more than half of the votes and report someone as an escaped, I will execute that person."

　　 "Fuck..." Everyone looked at the radio loudspeaker foolishly, and some of them collapsed and were about to cry.

　　 This game, the more the host said, the more cruel it became!

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