Survivorship Bias

    Wu You's face changed when he heard this.

    “You…” He stared at An Wujiu, “Did you guess?”

    “Looking at your reaction, it seems that I guessed right.” An Wujiu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, “I thought it was you who leaked it to me on purpose.”

    He couldn't continue, and was dragged to another room by Wu You.

    "How did you guess?" Wu You took off his hat, scratched the short red hair, and buttoned it again, "Am I being obvious?"

    An Wujiu didn't laugh, just looked him up and down, didn't answer his question directly, just said calmly: "If I were Yang Ming, you would be dead now. "

    Wu You's expression changed immediately.

    Soon, An Wujiu laughed as if he had succeeded in a trick, "Don't be afraid, you are lucky, the curse line didn't reach my head."

    The room was dark except for a cool white lamp next to the sofa. An Wu Jiu went over and sat down, his left hand up against his temples, his right leg was crossed over his left leg, and his whole body was leaning on it.

    "But you really haven't been careful enough."

      And every inch of the other half was immersed in unfathomable darkness.

    Mysterious beauty wraps around this person.

    "I heard that apart from me and Yang Ming, everyone else is a stranger who has never met. That is to say, you didn't know Yang Ming before you entered this game."

    An Wu Jiao's voice is actually gentle, so it always gives a good illusion.

    "From the start of the warm-up match, you and Liu Chengwei have had a lot of friction. You almost got into a fight several times, but after you draw the character card, almost every time you sing the opposite of Yang Ming, intentionally or unintentionally, You even exposed your hostility towards him in front of us." An Wu Jiu laughed lightly, "He was the most dominant character on the field at that time, and he has an alliance with a high force value, how dare you?"

    Wu You stood where she was, her lips tightly closed.

      His deep black pupils stared at Wu You standing in front of him, "It really is you."

    "But..." Wu You seemed to be trying to quibble for himself, "Why can't someone hide his curse on Yang Ming? You also said that he has such a great advantage, directly Isn't it too obvious?"

     "Of course it is possible." An Wu Jiu leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling, "Using the method of exclusion, I am not the one who cursed Yang Ming, Ueno must not be, Liu Chengwei is a wall. That's right, but he doesn't have the ability to disguise, so he can't stand with him while cursing Yang Ming."

    "Old Yu... He seems to be a good and sensible person who can hide his emotions and is very cautious, but he has refuted Yang Ming several times. With his character, it is more like the red and black lines are related to Yang Ming's irrelevant person. If he really cursed him, he would definitely avoid suspicion. Just wait and see, if his black line is made public, he must be a person who has almost nothing to do with him."

    “Then only Shen Ti and Zhong Yirou are left.” Thinking of Shen Ti, An Wu Jiu’s focus gradually spread out, the frescoes on the ceiling gradually distorted and spread like a kaleidoscope, and finally into countless pairs of jewel-like eyes.

    An Wujiu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, sat up straight and looked at Wu You, "I'm too lazy to think about it, first find the best deceit to scare me. Tried it out."

    Wu You only felt terrible about the man's ability to observe and detect.

    "So," he asked, "you really pretended?"

    An Wujiu smiled, "Then my acting skills are too good. I'm still wondering, how can I become so kind, others want to hurt me, I'm still thinking about whether I can win a win, maybe You just entered this game, and you haven't let go."

    "Win-win is impossible here." Wu You said.

    “Of course it is possible.” An Wujiu curled his lips, “It’s just that some people don’t deserve it.”

    Wu You stopped talking.

    "Hello."

    Wu You raised her head again and saw An Wu Jiu's kind face, "Tell me about your crush."

    Wu You frowned, but did not hesitate to tell An Wu Jiu the answer.

    "Shen Ti."

    An Wujiu suddenly laughed, "It's him."

    "What's the matter?" Wu You asked, "Do you want him to die?"

    “Hmm…I thought about it for a moment.” An Wujiu yawned.

    But not now.

    Wu You was silent for a while, and finally said, "Then what do you think Yang Ming..."

    Mentioning this name, An Wujiu's face clearly showed a boring expression, like sleepy, "He hasn't found out yet."

    Wu You frowned slightly, but the doubts in her eyes never dissipated.

    "Let me guess, what are you thinking now?"

      You can check my red and black lines, he will definitely try his best to kill me. I don’t want to die, but even if I survive, as long as Yang Ming doesn’t die, I can only get one more point from Shen Ti at most.”

    After he finished speaking, his expression and tone recovered in an instant, becoming arrogant.

    "You're scared right now."

    Wu You's eyelashes trembled, and his silence became weaker, so after a short pause, he chose to speak.

    "You're right. Yang Ming's skills are designed to restrain me. No matter how well I hide, I will be known by him sooner or later."

    The object of his curse is Yang Ming, but Yang Ming chose the role of a capitalist, with the ability to learn the privacy of [company employees].

    "If he uses his skills on me, I will die." Wu You lowered his head, and his hands that were clenching fists relaxed.

    An Wu Jiu's snow-white face was glowing golden under the light, which made him think of a cloud of snow thrown into the fire.

    “Yes.” An Wujiu smiled, “It’s so miserable, there is absolutely no other choice.”

    Wu You's heart gradually sank.

    This is the only and last door to survival he can open. But he also knew that this was like begging An Wujiu to help him with his only one chance to change lanes. It is difficult to eradicate your own black lines, and the survival value of red lines is low...

    Hope is slim.

    "You can only cooperate with me."

    Hearing the unexpected answer, Wu You raised his head, his eyes surprised.

    "Why..."

    Why did you find him, and why did you help him.

    An Wujiu chuckled lightly and opened his mouth, "When Zhong Yirou sutured my wound, I made a plan, but after two duels in a row, busy courting death, no Looking for you."

    The light reflected in his pupils, like two darkly burning ghost fires.

    "Yang Ming will check your line sooner or later, I must be in front of him."

    "Little devil, I'm not helping you."

    Wu You stared at his eyes, feeling that those eyes were like an abyss.

     "Yang Ming always feels that this game is a loser's game, and that my level is not much different from his level. As long as he does not make mistakes, he will not lose."

    An Wujiu made a regretful expression, "It's so pitiful, he really can't see it at all, this is obviously a game of disparity and winners."

    Wu You said softly, "So..."

    "So I have to give him a lesson and let him see how he loses."

    "Last minute."

    Where the light source is not enough, these gorgeous and delicate religious frescoes seem to lose their divinity. The faces of the angels and the Father were twisted and deformed, and together with the dogmas that tamed people, they flowed into the silent darkness.

    Shen Ti stared at the painting on the wall, and the eyes of the person in the painting seemed to be staring at him, creating a subtle sense of seeing each other.

    "It's half past nine so soon."

    He heard Ueno's voice. There was only one place in the entire bunker where time could be seen, and he came from the parlour.

    Ueno's voice was a little vague, "...Aren't you helping Brother Ming? He was about to die of anger when he saw that you directly agreed to An Wujiu's conditions."

    "Fuck it, I can't take care of myself. Don't say help him. When it's time to live, I'll kill anyone except the one I'm connected to." As Liu Chengwei spoke, he seemed to be eating something, chewing loudly, which was annoying, "This bread is so **** hard."

    "Really? I think it's much more delicious than what I can afford in reality." Ueno stared at the bread in his hand, didn't look carefully at the road, and accidentally bumped into Shen Ti's He was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

    Shen Ti's eyes were in the dim light, like a lake under the snow-capped mountains in the early morning.

    "You have a good relationship." He lost his mask and began to speak. It's just that this person is always full of contradictions. Just being over 1.9 meters tall is already very oppressive, but he will act like a child. The tone is cold, but the tone of speech is full of jokes.

    Hearing Shen Ti's words, Ueno seemed a little flustered, "I, we are not in a mutually cursed relationship, of course it won't be bad."

    "What are you nervous about?" Shen Ti smiled and asked deliberately, "Did I mention the curse?"

    Ueno was stunned for a moment, speechless for a while.

    But Shen Ti chose to pursue and fight hard, "You are so sensitive to this word, are you cursing him or me?" He glanced at Liu Chengwei with a smile in his eyes.

    "I don't!" Ueno blurted out, but he couldn't hide his guilty conscience and turned his head to look at Liu Chengwei.

    "I see." Shen Ti patted Ueno's shoulder, lowered his head deliberately, and whispered to him, "Don't trust others so easily."

    "What do you mean." Liu Chengwei looked annoyed, "What are you sowing here!"

    "What?" Shen Ti immediately showed a frightened expression, "I thought you would only have a good relationship with strong people. I didn't expect..."

    Speaking, he suddenly showed an expression of sudden realization, turned his head and said to Ueno: "Yes, I almost forgot, you got a character with high strength and survival value, then Makes sense."

    "You!"

    Shen Ti's remarks made Ueno and Liu Chengwei look at each other, and the atmosphere even became a little awkward. But the initiators were at ease, leaving the corridor without saying a word, and waving back to them in a friendly manner.

    "Get along well. Come on."

    As soon as he turned around, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

    I wanted to sit in the reading room, but unexpectedly found that Wu You was leading Yang Ming to the piano room next door. Yang Ming's expression was solemn, as if he heard something he didn't want to hear.

    Shen Ti thought for a while, then turned and walked in another direction.

    In this closed bunker, time passed quickly, when Shen Ti ended his last round of games with himself in the billiard room, and came to the empty meeting room again, The time on the clock was nearly twelve o'clock.

    He stood looking around and returned to his lounge. I didn't meet anyone else along the way, probably because it was almost time for forced sleep, and everyone went back to their rooms.

      .

     Lying on the bed, the deities and love painted on the ceiling, a pair of blue eyes staring at Shen Ti.

    He has no interest in this religion, and even has a natural resistance.

    After closing his eyes, the scene of An Wu Jiu cutting his hair kept appearing in his mind, like a malfunctioning machine. Although he originally planned to test An Wu Jiu to see if he was really harmless, the moment of An Wu Jiu's sudden change still surprised him.

    Finally met an interesting guy.

    Gradually, there seems to be a slightly sweet aroma in the air, which is dizzying. In a daze, Shen Ti completely lost consciousness. This feeling is not good, it is completely different from falling asleep, it is more like a nightmare that quickly strips away consciousness.

    The strange thing is that he was clearly asleep, but he felt as if he heard some strange noises, like the friction of some heavy behemoth dragging, rustling, rustling.

    The hypnotic gas and the small voice were tugging at the nerves, and at the critical point of falling asleep, he suddenly heard the singing, the singing was holy and beautiful, repeating, in the hazy lullaby, Shen Ti Completely lost consciousness.

    Opening his eyes again, he was woken up by the noise of the door.

    There is no difference between day and night here, the light is the only source of light. Shen Ti felt a slight headache, probably because of the hypnotic gas last night.

    "No wonder it looks like a church here, but it doesn't seem to be like a church... It looks weird." As soon as he pushed the door, Shen Ti heard Ueno say this.

     "Don't you think those angels are like, like, staring at us?"

    Shen Ti closed the door and walked towards them with his arms crossed. Everyone else is there, except An Wujiu.

    Yang Ming held a piece of paper in his hand with a solemn expression.

    Shen Ti was not curious, just looked at the panicked expressions of others.

    "Fuck, what does this mean." Liu Chengwei spat out the wooden sign in his mouth, "The more you look, the more evil you are."

    Suddenly, a door behind him was slammed open, Shen Ti turned his head, saw An Wujiu yawning, grabbing his hair and walking out, with the head still on his head, nearly a quarter of it was consumed One yellow energy bar.

    He found a large white shirt from somewhere and draped it over his body. It was unbuttoned, and it was loose. The wounds he had bandaged and the black peony pattern were exposed on the front.

    "What evil?" An Wu Jiu walked over without doing anything, took the piece of paper directly from Yang Ming's hand, with a beautiful smile, "Me?"

    "You!"

    “Oh, there are so many words.” An Wujiu stared down at the piece of paper and read out what was written on it in a very perfunctory tone.

      With the most sincere prayers, may the Lord accept me. I hid among the survivors, and sent the blood of the last seven living to the altars, one man, one life, and midnight was a pilgrimage of burning fragrance, and I was immune to pain, It is holy rest—your most devout believer."

    "Writing and crepe." After An Wujiu finished reading, his expression was a little disgusting, he turned to the back in boredom, there was nothing, and then checked the paper against the light source, "Printed?" Kneading, "It won't be holographic..."

    Yang Ming grabbed the paper from his hand, "You don't need to worry about it."

    “Why don’t you use it?” An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, “Where did you find this? Who found it?”

    "Yes, it's me." Ueno raised his hand. He was quickly stopped by Yang Ming, "Shut up."

    Zhong Yirou, who was leaning against the wall, looked at her face with the small mirror in her palm, put on her lipstick, and said, "Could it be a new hint from the game?" Among the survivors, send the last seven living to the altars', isn't this..."

    An Wujiu used that excited and overjoyed tone, and said with a smile what others were unwilling to accept.

    "Ha, it turns out that among the eight of us...there's a cultist who wants to kill everyone."

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    The author has something to say:

    Winner game and loser game highest is also an economic concept.

    This is probably the case. The loser game means that the two sides are of equal strength. If you want to win, you have to make fewer mistakes than the other side. The provincial team played more steadily and won with fewer mistakes.

    The winner's game is reversed, one side is far stronger than the other, so the person who wins the game relies on his correct decision-making and strength, even if the opponent makes no mistakes, it is difficult to reverse the situation.