Survivorship Bias

    Zhong Yirou did not expect that what Yang Ming said was true.

    But she couldn't feel any trace of An Wu Jiao's previous disguise, even when stitching up his wound. Before that, she had used many methods to test, and finally she almost believed that the person in front of her had indeed lost her memory and had no intention of killing.

    But An Wujiu, who is standing at the duel threshold now, has no resemblance to him except for his appearance. He is full of oppression and provocation. The deputy looks at ease, and is extremely excited about duels and killings.

    Patients with post-war stress disorder will not only become weak and dull, insomnia and dreaming, language function degeneration, emotional disturbance, and intrusive memories of repeated flashes of trauma, a small number of people will also experience Another extreme symptom - violent irritability, emotional instability, reduced empathy, extreme arousal.

    The former is An Wujiao before, and the latter is him now.

    There have been many incidents of retired mercenaries going mad before, but the public opinion at that time only regarded those social cases of shooting hundreds of people as terrorism caused by cyber psychosis.

    When man is no longer completely composed of organisms, human beings start not to be human, so human psychological problems are no longer a concern.

    Shen Ti in the duel threshold was not as shocked as others imagined, on the contrary, a subtle smile appeared on his face.

    At the moment when An Wujiu’s long knife stabbed into Shen Ti’s eyes, he turned sideways a few steps away from the attack, and at the moment when An Wujiu slashed horizontally, he leaned back and avoided At the same time, he picked up the steel stick on the ground.

    “Don’t you want to give it to me?” An Wujiu still smiled.

    "A twisted melon is not sweet." Also armed with weapons, Shen Ti started to attack An Wujiu, and one end of the steel rod almost hit An Wujiu's head.

    "I really want it, please."

    An Wu Jiu didn't move, just tilted his head, avoided directly, sneered.

    "Who says it's not sweet, I prefer to twist it."

    Shen Ti's every blow was stronger than before.

    Left, right, left.

    A huge metal crash exploded with fireworks.

    The long knife blocks the steel rod.

    The moment the two approached extremely close, the nose tips were about to touch, An Wu Jiu suddenly stretched out his fingers towards Shen Ti, his fingertips were close to those eyes.

    Shen Ti didn't mean to dodge at all, and looked directly into An Wujiao's eyes.

    Finally, the hand stopped.

    “You are testing me.” An Wujiu’s voice was very soft.

    "Really?" Shen Ti just smiled, "You misunderstood."

    The attack of the two is like a tense tango, with aggressive rhythm, pressing step by step, and stalemate. But An Wu Jiu could see how much the other party did, he didn't want to be the one to be led in this dance.

    In the end, he withdrew his hand, just raised his leg, and kicked the steel rod in Shen Ti's hand directly out of the duel threshold. The moment it left the light curtain, the steel rod turned into green data and finally disappeared.

    Facing Shen Ti, An Wujiu slowly backed away, holding the long knife in his left hand, the tip of the knife slipped on the ground with a sound, blood was dripping from his right hand, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop along the trajectory.

    "You have a nice face." He said blankly, "It's a pity that everything you do is boring."

    He doesn't like being tempted.

    “It’s really boring.” An Wujiu looked up, raised his hand and turned his wrist, the tip of the knife turned in the opposite direction. He just stabbed Shen Ti's knife into his chest.

    The health bar above the head is cleared directly.

    He threw the knife straight out, then raised his hand and made a gesture of surrender, with a happy smile on his face.

    "I lost, I conceded."

    Everyone was stunned, no one thought that this guy could be crazy enough to solve himself.

    “Shen Ti wins this round of duel—An Wu Jiu’s health bar is reduced by 1, and the number of remaining health bars: 1.”

    "I see." An Wujiu lowered his head, took off the blood-stained T-shirt with one hand, shook the hair that only reached his shoulders, bit the shirt with his teeth, and tore it out Strips of cloth, used as bandages to secure your injured hand and chest.

    After taking off his clothes, Shen Ti found out that An Wu Jiu's left chest has a black line on the skin, and like the white flowers on his right neck, they are all peony in full bloom.

    After dealing with his injury, An Wugui walked out of the duel threshold, a scarlet light curtain covered his naked skin, like returning home in blood.

    An Wugui, who clearly had only one life left and died immediately, had a self-confidence and momentum that ordinary people could not understand. He walked in the direction of Yang Ming step by step, stood still in front of Yang Ming, whose body was already stiff, stared at his pale face, raised his hand and tucked the hair covering his cheek behind his ear.

    "You..." Yang Ming couldn't accept what happened in front of him, "You..."

    He had already believed that the terrifying An Wu Jiao would never come back, just at this small duel threshold, he could completely kill An Wu Jiao without any effort.

    Yang Ming suppressed his anger and fear: "You really are lying!"

    As if hearing a joke, An Wujiu was amused by him, "As for me, I have no impression of you at all. But—"

    "Don't you remember me? If I really wanted to lie..."

    An Wujiu bowed his head slightly and whispered to him with a simple look, "You should have died long ago."

    After finishing speaking, An Wujiu patted Yang Ming on the shoulder, walked past him, turned around, smiled and said to everyone, "I know what you are thinking."

    As he walked around, he imitated the tone of an outsider, "An Wujiu is lying! He really is the kind of person Yang Ming said, now he only has one last life left, as long as he proposes a duel to kill Just drop him."

    “This is a very good idea.” An Wujiu turned his neck, “If I were you, I would definitely propose a duel now.”

    As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Chengwei opened his mouth eagerly.

    "Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

    "I'm also very puzzled about why I got into this broken game. And I'm even more puzzled about how bullying I was ten minutes ago." After he finished speaking, he looked at Yang Ming , "Hey, you. Haven't you met me? Explain to me, am I that stupid in the 'last game' game you said?"

    Yang Ming's hand trembled slightly, he clenched it tightly, and then suddenly said to everyone: "Have you seen it, this is his true face! Must..."

    "Stop." An Wujiu rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Ask what to answer is a precious virtue."

    "Listen well, everyone." He seemed to be tired, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, bowed, resting his chin with his uninjured hand, and said with an indifferent expression: "I heard that I seem to be the player with the most points on the field, I think you are very curious.

    "Let me be blunt. The reward I got in the last round was 50,000 points. In other words, 50,000 saint coins."

    Everyone was stunned, no one would have thought that the opponent's score for winning a game could be several times their own accumulated points.

    Only Shen Ti narrowed his green eyes.

    "As long as you don't start a duel with me, after the game is over, I will share the points and rewards of my last round equally with you." He smiled generously and pointed at Yang Ming with his hand. , "Listen, it's everyone, including those who want to drive me to death."

    "You do the math, it may be higher than the reward points you all won in this round of games."

    Faced with this temptation, it is difficult for anyone not to be moved.

    Yang Ming’s previous proposal of equal share of materials won a lot of people’s hearts, but the materials in the game are always virtual, although they can live for a while, but participating in the game is for promotion and points, and wants to return to reality To become a real rich person, not to mention that points are still the hard currency in the game, no matter how you count them, they are more attractive than materials.

    Liu Chengwei licked his lips and said sternly: "Then you are not cool, no one else is looking for a duel with you, you can just duel with others."

    An Wujiu smiled and said: "Of course not, I also promise you, as long as you agree to my request, I will never start a duel against you in this game."

    He continued to incite: "I know, you are very jealous of me, to be honest, it seems that I really have a problem with my brain, and my personality is good and bad, but it doesn't matter, what matters is me Now I'm a guy with only one health bar, zero supplies, and he could die here at any time. My only thought is that I don't want to die like this. You just need to agree to my request, leave me some leeway, and I'll take the last one The points of the round are given to everyone in vain, isn't that bad?"

    Under all kinds of foreshadowing, An Wujiu has indeed become the weakest person on the field, unable to plunder materials, unable to restore health, and without materials, even if he does not duel, he is likely to starve.

    No hands-on at all.

    "How do we know if you will lie to us? Mr. Yang has already said it, you are not a vegetarian." Ueno said boldly, but he was quickly appalled by An Wujiao. His eyes frightened, "I... just ask."

    “So afraid of me? I don’t eat people.” An Wujiu made an innocent expression, “I still believe what Yang Ming said, he just blew me into the sky to give it to you Set a target, kill one is one."

    "When I first came in, I told you that everyone should be peaceful and live together until the last day. You have to listen. Now I propose the second plan, you should think about it carefully. "

    No one dared to act rashly, An Wujiu did not force it, just smiled.

    "Don't worry, of course you need to understand a little about money. In this way, I'll make a statement for you."

    Zhong Yirou thought that he had no memory and did not know the various mechanics in the game, so she reminded: "The system can be a third-party guarantee."

    In the morning, she transferred 10,000 stitches from the total amount, and now she has to use the last round of reward points for trading.

    Prodigal. Truly a loser.

    "Is this still possible?" An Wujiu showed a surprised expression, put his palm to his mouth, and shouted to the ceiling, "Hey, Shengyin."

    Soon, the system responded to his voice, "The player has made an interaction request."

    "Get me a contract document or something, and let everyone press their fingerprints. If I don't give you points in the end, or start a duel with them, after the game ends, all my points will be cleared. , you too, you will be punished for breaking the rules."

    "Wait a minute." Lao Yu asked, "If you spent the last round of points, can we still get the money?"

    An Wujiu snorted, "Understood, I'm afraid I'll use it, Shengyin, you add, no matter if it works or not, it will definitely give you all the bonus points in the last round."

    Sheng Yin said, "Once a player provides a point transaction in the system, regardless of whether the player still has points, the points will be deducted after the transaction is completed."

    "If the total of the player's points is zero, the system will enter into arrears mode. Even if the player successfully survives in the arrears mode, the next round of the game will automatically add a huge disadvantage. Players please be careful."

    "I see, I know," An Wujiu yawned, "I saw the data on my dashboard, I participated in four games, the winning rate is 100%, and they all know whether the family is rich or not. Bar."

    "Generating convention system."

    Soon, a fluorescent blue virtual note appeared in front of him, which wrote An Wujiu's demands and promises.

    [Player An Wujiu uses the points obtained in the previous round to exchange requests to other players: Do not initiate a duel request against An Wujiu in the game. All players who press the fingerprints are deemed to have accepted the agreement and will not receive an invitation to a duel from An Wu Jiu, and will receive An Wu Jiu's points from the previous round equally as a reward. If either of the two parties violates the rules, they will accept the penalty of clearing the account points.

    Party A: An Wujiu  Party B:]

    "Is this the head office? Whoever signs it will give it to whoever."

    An Wujiu has already pressed his fingerprint on Party A, and then looked at the others with a relaxed expression.

    "50,000 points, if you all join, everyone will have at least 7,000 points."