Survivorship Bias

    No matter what Yang Ming thought, he never expected that the person being attacked was actually himself.

    His raised head was extremely heavy, and there was only one blood bar above his head.

    "How could this be?" Yang Ming murmured in disbelief, "How could it be me..."

    For a moment, many possibilities flashed in his mind, but hatred and anger had destroyed the ability to think, and subconsciously gave birth to the answer. Yang Ming grabbed An Wu Jiu's collar abruptly, "Is it you? It must be you!"

    An Wujiu just smiled, just like when he was threatened on the first day, even more arrogant.

    "I want to kill you too." An Wujiu shrugged, frowned slightly, deliberately made a wronged expression after being slandered, "But I can't get in your house. room, you will be forced to sleep at night, how can you kill you when you are asleep?"

    An Wujiu's words made Yang Ming feel discouraged for a moment, and even his hands loosened a little.

    Seeing him like this, An Wujiu smiled again, "It's not necessarily true that there are cultists. Think about it, if he really kills seven people by himself, this difficulty will be rewarded How many points? It's hard to kill just one Shen Ti."

    Shen Ti shrugged and said nothing.

    On the other hand, Zhong Yirou said, "I think so, the note didn't say it, maybe the mission is not all kills, but one person, one life, after all, everyone's health bar base is different. what."

    She was still looking in the mirror and said, "And now that someone has lost blood, it is even more certain that there is indeed a cult."

    Liu Chengwei refused to accept, "How can this be determined?"

    Zhong Yirou put down her hand and sneered at him, "I can't think of this? Look, if there are no cultists, the only way to lose blood is duel, and a duel must go to the duel threshold."

    "But we were all forced to sleep after twelve o'clock last night. Even the victim Yang Ming was asleep. How do we go to duel?"

    Ueno suddenly thought of something, "Then that sound of dragging heavy objects last night was someone dragging Mr. Yang away?"

    Zhong Yirou walked over to Yang Ming and looked at his clothes. There was no wear or dust on the suit jacket. After all, the floor was covered with carpets.

    "Even so, what about the person who fought him? Where is it?"

    Ueno immediately pointed to Wu You, "He, isn't he immune to the influence of hypnotic gas?"

    Wu You didn't say anything, Zhong Yirou said first, "The key is that even if he didn't sleep last night, he couldn't open Yang Ming's door. Then again, someone could Open the door of Yang Ming's room, but everyone is forced to sleep, who is going to duel with him?"

    Zhong Yirou is right, these are the rules, and no one can break the rules unless there are really special players.

    The blood loss at night became confusing for a while, and everyone fell into a deadlock.

    "...Indeed, if there were no cultists, none of us would be able to make Yang Ming lose blood." Old Yu said.

    Yang Ming naturally couldn't figure it out. If there were no cultists, all except Wu You would have to fall asleep after twelve o'clock, and it was even more impossible for Wu You to open his door on the first night.

    His room is a secret room for Wu You after twelve o'clock. How can you kill someone in the air?

    What's more, when I woke up in the morning, I lay in bed, and the first person I saw after going out was Ueno Taisei.

     "How many people can enter my room last night?" Yang Ming asked.

    Old Yu thought about it and said, "According to the rules, only me, Zhong Yirou from Room 2, and..."

    An Wujiu replied on behalf of Old Yu: "Room 8, your good friend, Liu Chengwei."

    When Zhong Yirou heard this, she blinked her big eyes, and immediately said, "I didn't go to your room last night."

    "Really?" Yang Ming's distrust of Zhong Yirou was straightforward, "If I die, you Zhong Yirou will be the person with the highest survival value in the audience."

    If the object of her curse happens to be herself, then she may become the first in this round of the game.

    "Doubt me just because of this?" Zhong Yirou sneered, "Why don't you ask your good brother Ueno Taisei, he is one point lower than me, and his force value is one point higher. Cut. I'm sure I won't live as long as he does."

    Ueno kept trying to distance himself. Yang Ming still stared at Zhong Yirou, and every word he said had a heavy killing intent, "Then what were you doing last night?"

    "Me?" Zhong Yirou was very relaxed and was not threatened by him. She touched the single braid she had braided on her left shoulder, and stared at him with the corners of her mouth hooked, her gesture and tone of voice being so charming.

    "Sleep. What else can I do, no one's going to my room."

    As soon as these words came out, Ueno, who lived in Room 3, blushed and didn't dare to glance at Zhong Yirou.

    He did not go to Zhong Yirou's room.

    "You don't do Tai Chi for me!" Yang Ming was extremely dissatisfied with her gag, "What time did you enter the room, and what did you do after entering the room!"

    "Why are you so fierce? It's not elegant at all." Zhong Yirou complained coquettishly, "I entered the room at ten o'clock last night, and I haven't come out since, if you don't believe me, ask Others, if anyone sees me outside after ten o'clock, it means I lied."

    Although her tone was still frivolous, she spoke with certainty and certainty, as if she was not afraid of being overthrown. After Yan Bi took out his own game panel, opened the page for points redemption, entered a piece of code, and a rolling background record appeared on the right.

    "Look." Zhong Yirou cut a piece with **** and pushed it in front of him, "This is my record on the exchange page last night, the time and minute are all clearly written. ."

    Yang Ming frowned and read the records she retrieved. Until twelve o'clock, Zhong Yirou was browsing the points exchange page.

    "It takes so long?" He raised his eyes suspiciously.

    After she finished speaking, she put her hands behind her back, and a playful smile appeared on her beautiful face, "Then my suspicion has been ruled out, should it be time to torture Liu Chengwei."

    Suspect suddenly gathered on Liu Chengwei's body, he took a half step back, with obvious panic on his face, "Nonsense! What does it have to do with me! I didn't do anything!"

    Wu You sneered, which made Liu Chengwei very dissatisfied, but did not dare to attack. Zhong Yirou said again, "Then you were sneaking around last night."

    Ueno's timid eyes also began to look suspicious. He glanced at Liu Chengwei, then at Yang Ming, trying to keep silent and take himself away, but Shen Ti, who had been silent, opened his mouth.

    He sat lazily on the soft leather sofa on the porch, with the exchange page in front of him, sliding his fingers on it, picking out several pairs of glasses, "Is the bread delicious?"

    After he finished speaking, he picked out another kind of glasses from the glasses hanging in front of him, tried to put them on, suddenly remembered something, took out the candy in his mouth, and made no sound at Zhong Yirou The whistle, and finally called her, "Sister, hey, sister..."

    Zhong Yirou turned her head inexplicably and saw Shen Ti beckoning to her with a pair of glasses, like a blind liar begging on the black market. She pointed to her nose and raised an eyebrow at him.

    "Yes, it's you, come here." Shen Ti smiled charmingly, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "stretch out your hand and lend me a photo."

    Zhong Yirou: "...Okay."

    So she became a human mirror that was not at all elegant.

    "How can you redeem things again?"

    "I haven't redeemed it for several rounds, but I saved it."

    Shen Ti took off his glasses and put on a pair of red-lens sunglasses, the corners of his mouth straightened, "Didn't you hear what I said?"

    He looked at Ueno and raised his eyebrows, "Is the bread delicious?"

    Ueno was stunned, his forehead almost sweating, it turned out that Shen Ti was really asking him a question.

    Facing the target of the curse, he was a little flustered, thinking only about how to eliminate his suspicions, so he took the initiative, "I... I was talking with Liu Chengwei over bread, but, but after I We went to the bathroom and we separated and I went back to my room, really."

    "What time?" Yang Ming asked with slanted eyes.

    "Could it be me!" Liu Chengwei was anxious, "You say I'm a cult, do you have any evidence?!"

    An Wujiu, who was standing in the outer circle, leaned forward and leaned over, put his palm to his mouth, pretended to be whispering, deliberately said in a low voice, "Last night someone was sneaking outside the door. Oh."

    "Yeah, why are you swaying at the door of Yang Ming and me!" Zhong Yirou crossed her arms and retracted her palm mirror, causing Shen Ti to turn her head over, almost not sitting down stable.

    Liu Chengwei's neck was flushed with anger, his throat seemed to be choked, and he made a strange noise.

    "I..." He held it back for a long time, and finally gave a reason with anger, "I just peeked at you, how is it! When you went in, didn't you say you want to go back and change clothes! I just I want to see it!"

    "Rogue!"

    "What? You don't believe it." He walked lightly and slowly between Yang Ming and Liu Chengwei, put one hand on one's shoulder, and said lightly, "It doesn't matter, it's just a blood bark. Do you still have a life left?"

    He showed a somewhat provocative smile and looked at Yang Ming, "Just like me."

    Yang Ming was so angry that he let go of An Wujiu, but he couldn't act recklessly at this moment, he knew that he was not the same as before. Now he has only one last chance left, and he may die at any time.

    In just one night, the situation took an unexpected turn.

    "You seem to have forgotten someone."

    Shen Ti, who had not been involved in the discussion and only cared about raising his eyes, got up from the sofa. He chose a pair of brown sunglasses, pilot style. The golden beam connecting the two lenses shone with a mysterious light.

    The green eyes under the brown lenses became deeper, glanced at the people present, and finally met Lao Yu.

    "You can move at will." Shen Ti said lightly.

    "It can be..." Lao Yu's face was very calm, so he seemed to be less suspicious, he thought for a while, "I can indeed enter any one without any restrictions. room, but I remember that I entered the room with Wu You last night, and he can prove it for me."

    Wu You, who was named, also nodded, "Yes, I chatted with Lao Yu for a while last night."

    Shen Ti glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Little friends, are you the last two people to go back?"

    For this title, Wu You responded with displeased eyes, but still affirmed Shen Ti's words, "Yes."

    "What about in the morning?" Shen Ti added, "You can move freely in each lounge until five o'clock?"

    Old Yu nodded without denying, "That's right, but the effect of the hypnotic gas lasted until six in the morning, and I couldn't wake up."

    The clues are tied again.

    For Yang Ming, this information is like a thick fog that cannot be dissipated on the sea, which is getting heavier and heavier. It was hard for him to know what was driving him in the end.

    The silence of everyone magnifies the depression in the confined space infinitely, like an expanding black ball.

    Finally, it was punctured by Wu You in the corner.

    "Although the three of them can enter Yang Ming's room for their own reasons, and they all said that after twelve o'clock, everyone will be forced to sleep."

    The taciturn Wu You said slowly, "But maybe, the cultists are like me, even more capable than me, and they won't be affected by hypnotic gas after twelve o'clock. Control, you don't have to sleep."

    "In this case, Lao Yu, Zhong Yirou, Liu Chengwei, all have the possibility of cultists."

    Zhong Yirou wanted to say something, but paused again, before Ueno said, "If the cultists have special abilities, why can't they move at will?"

    Although Ueno's conjecture can justify himself, Zhong Yirou still denied the possibility, "It shouldn't be, first of all, the rules of the room are very clearly restricted, it can even be said to be very cumbersome, and the rules are written in a big way. heap."

     Her long black nails tapped her chin, "If cultists can break this rule at will, what's the point of writing so much. Let's look at the issue of forced dormancy, it's just a very Small point, raised a mouth."

     '. Midnight explained the time, burning the fragrance probably refers to the hypnotic gas, 'immune'..." Yang Ming sneered, gathered his five fingers, and clenched the paper in his hand tightly, "Sure enough, you can act at night."

    Ueno said softly: "It seems... I really can't be sure who it is."

    Yang Ming gave everyone a cold look.

    "Since this is the case, it's better to fight the wheels."

    Zhong Yirou frowned and said in surprise, "What did you say?"

    "Wheel duel." Yang Ming repeated, "The three of you are all suspicious, any two of you enter the duel threshold, then come out and replace."

    Zhong Yirou responded the fastest, "You are crazy, I only have one health bar!"

    "You can ask for help, let's talk about it," Yang Ming said coldly, "Can't you give yourself an extra life?"

    Faced with what Yang Ming said, Liu Chengwei almost collapsed, "I said it wasn't me!"

    "You have seven health bars, what are you afraid of?" Yang Ming said indifferently.

    "Ha, yes, then you only have one blood bar now, why do you order us!" Liu Chengwei was furious, repression and resistance often depended on each other, and the lively anger made him forget about Yang A posture of reliance.

    An Wujiu was like watching some good comedy movie, he laughed wildly and walked between the two, as if he was about to pull a frame, "Hey, hey, do not do that."

    "It's weird." Zhong Yirou stared at him, thinking that there were times when he was a peacemaker.

    “Don’t be like this, don’t be like this.” An Wujiu glanced at the two of them, “If you want to fight, fight quickly, what are you arguing about!” He waved his arms, “Fight! Fight! !"

    Wu You: "…"

    He watched all of this, but he heard a voice amidst An Wujiu's roaring, and following the sound, Shen Ti actually saw these people eating bread.

    When he was so nervous, he only had a play-watching expression on his face.

    Yang Ming gave An Wu Jiu a sinister glance, and walked around him to Liu Chengwei, his eyes gloomy, "Do you really think so?"

    "Don't force me to tell you the object of your curse." His voice was low and hoarse, the dull air compressed the information in his voice, turning into a small hard rock, pressing on Liu Chengwei's heart, "If you kill your crush again, even if you survive, how much will you be worth?"

    "Two points... guess where?"

    Liu Chengwei's face became visibly ugly.

    In order to join Yang Ming's faction, they revealed their red and black lines in the noble name of trust, but now they have become the most favorable handle in Yang Ming's hands.

    "Let's do it." Yang Ming turned around, a disgusting openness appeared on his face, "Old Yu and Cheng Wei start a duel first, how about it?"

    "Ma'am." He forced a smile, "Leave it behind."

    So, the next thing was still in accordance with Yang Ming's instructions, people moved forward one by one along the passage, looking for the position of the Colosseum's stands, and the passages were lit up one by one. The lamp is like the last light before the end of the road.

    Shen Ti walked at the end of the crowd, when everyone moved forward, he quietly turned around and returned to the lounge porch where the people were arguing. An inexplicable feeling was at work. He looked down at the ground. Every inch of the wooden floor was covered by a dark red long-haired carpet.

    Shen Ti paced, seemingly aimlessly, and finally stopped at the door of Room 1. He squatted down and stretched out his long fingers, lined by the color of the carpet, so white that it didn't look like a human skin color. In the silent porch, his fingertips stroked the hair flow of the carpet, going forward and backward, pressing his head lower and closer, and finally twisted a golden hair from the carpet.

    Suddenly he raised his head again and looked at Room 6 in the distance.

    And the carpet in front of the door.

    Not long after, the sound of the system announcing the result of the duel resounded through the bunker.

    Zhong Yirou's blood bar remains the same, still 1 bar.

    Liu Chengwei and Lao Yu only have 5 left.