Weird Regulator

No. 1002, this is a warm but ordinary two-bedroom apartment.

The decoration inside the house is just like the style of more than ten years ago, mainly white and blue, which looks simple and pleasing to the eye.

On the balcony, several green plants that have just been watered sway gently, and water is dripping from the mouth of the white spray bottle, leaving a water stain on the blue-gray tiles.

The range hood in the kitchen roars, and after the sound of egg shells being broken, there is the crisp sound of chopsticks stirring quickly in the bowl, accompanied by the little song humming in the woman's mouth.

The dining table in the living room has been set up long ago, with the white of steamed mandarin fish, the red of garlic shrimp, the green of fresh mushrooms and cabbage hearts, and the fragrant egg yolk in the kitchen...

The mixture of sound, color and smell weaves a happy family atmosphere.

The perspective skips the woman in the kitchen and the dining table in the living room, and gradually turns to the open bedroom. There are three incense sticks on the southeast wall worshiping something, but they flash by.

A ray of orange light seeped out of the bedroom. On the red checkered tablecloth on the desk, a family of three, a man, a woman and a boy, were hugging and smiling in the frame.

Happiness was forever frozen in the moment of three smiling faces.

"If you only have one bullet and there are two gangsters with knives standing in front of you, how can you ensure your survival?"

The boy, with both hands on the desk, secretly pinched the eraser in his palms, bit his lips and looked at the page of the question book on the table.

He was very good-looking, with a little flesh on his fair face. Even at the age of six or seven, there was a touch of extraordinary heroism between his eyebrows.

But now his big eyes were full of confusion, because he could not figure out the final question in front of him.

In the answer area of ​​the question book, he had written three answers, but they were all marked wrong with red pen one by one.

The first answer: "I want to run away."

Comment: "You are a child, you can't run faster than the criminals."

The second answer: "Stand still, I will hit whoever takes a step forward."

Comment: "If you hit the first person, you will die in the second person."

The third answer: "Do I have to find a suitable angle to hit two people with one bullet?"

Comment: "You can't complain when doing questions. This kind of answer is not allowed to appear again in the future, not even the idea."

Looking at the above three answers that have been marked in red, the boy sat up straight, his eyes on the questions, but he had already started to interpret them in his mind.

In the small and cramped dark box, two tall black shadows holding sharp knives blocked the front, and he, a short elementary school student, was holding a pistol and trembling.

Although the questions are a bit weird, the interpretation of the situation is not in line with common sense.

But the boy has been doing similar questions since he can remember, but the difficulty is higher every year.

Today is his seventh birthday, but it is also his father's thirty-seventh birthday. The father and son have celebrated their birthdays on the same day for the past seven years.

But even on such a special day, the daily question training is always inevitable.

And today's final question is more difficult than the ones he has done before.

The boy has been stuck on this question for an hour, and he has never gotten the correct answer after countless calculations.

After the third answer was severely rejected, he began to close his eyes and constantly performed the question scene in his mind, trying to find the correct answer in this way.

Finally, the mother outside the kitchen brought two bowls of fragrant and hot egg noodles and placed them on the dining table. When the edges of the two bowls collided with the table, two pleasant sounds were made one after the other.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, and the pencil that had not moved for a long time quickly wrote the fourth answer on a new page of the answer sheet:

"Don't raise the gun, don't let them know the number of bullets I have, just for deterrence."

Finally at this time, a middle-aged man who had been lying on the bed reading a book heard the sound of the pencil sliding and turned over to get up.

The man's facial features were particularly handsome, with sharp edges and prominent eyebrows, and a pair of eyes flashing with a very wise light.

But if you look closely, you can always read a deep sense of sadness from this face that is not too old.

When the man saw the boy's fourth answer, his eyes lit up, he uttered a sigh, raised his hand as if to touch the boy's head, but then shook his head slightly and retracted his hand.

The boy was already very happy, but he immediately returned to his original position after seeing the man's performance.

He could only watch his father sigh with his own eyes, look at him deeply with a very complicated look, and finally took out a red pen and wrote a big "wrong" again.

But this time, what made the boy happy from worry was that his father did not throw the book back after marking the wrong answer, but started writing something on his own.

The boy was overjoyed, and his butt sitting on the chair began to be restless, and his nose kept smelling the aroma of food on the table.

He was not excited that his father would give the correct answer that he had been looking for.

But his father no longer forced him to do this question, and he could finally leave here and finally celebrate his seventh birthday.

"The question is very general, with only basic scenario information.

In this case, you have to consider a lot of factors, and if you want to have a better chance of survival, you should collect information.

But the reason you keep making mistakes is that you only focus on yourself.

The correct answer is - cater to the needs of others.

Use the advantage of having one bullet to negotiate, test, and understand why the two gangsters stopped you? What is their purpose? What do they want to do in the end?

Only when you have enough information about the other party can you truly handle, solve, and finally survive.

For all things, don't just focus on one aspect, but analyze and look at it from multiple angles.

You must learn to dig, understand, and apply.

Tongguan, this is not just a question, you have a long life ahead..."

This is the longest comment his father has written for Tongguan since he was born, learned to read, and did questions.

In the comment on the final question, the answer was only one sentence, and the rest of the content might be related to the question, or not.

But little Tongguan didn't read it carefully at this time. His mind had already flown to the living room, the dining table, and the seventh birthday that he would never forget.

Green plants, dining table, red grid, birthday, father and son, woman, egg noodles, family reunion...

In the southeast corner of the living room, the 25-year-old Tongguan was holding the question book with tears streaming down his face, and his trembling hands stroked the long comment left by his father.

Maybe Tong'en had a premonition, maybe Tongguan was destined.

He had been with The countless questions he had done during the seven years his parents had been together, and the comments he had not taken seriously when he was seven years old, all became precious treasures for his survival many years later.

Tongguan cried, and his tears drowned him in the memories of the past woven in this 1002.

His heart began to boil, just like the hot tears and burning memories, and the oppression in the air gradually increased, but he knew nothing about it.

The spleen and earth are the most yin among the yin. Under the burning of the heart fire, the qi and blood surged, making the already depressed Tongguan even more emotional.

And the only woman in the living room, Ah Jing, who was smiling while taking off her apron, slowly turned her eyes to the southeast, where Tongguan was crying.

At this moment, the heart fire was boiling and the spleen and earth were surging. When she looked at him, her smile was weird and twisted.