Survivorship Bias

    The bread fell and landed on An Wujiu's lap, he glanced down, then looked up at them.

    Ueno didn't comment on Liu Chengwei's actions just now, he even made a smile and urged, "You can take a bite." But An Wujiu had no appetite at the moment, he gave Ueno a smile, "No, thank you."

    Ueno did not respond, just glanced at Liu Chengwei. Liu Chengwei clicked his tongue irritably, picked up the bread on An Wu Jiu's lap, and suddenly grabbed An Wu Jiu's chin with his other hand.

    "What are you doing," Liu Chengwei kicked An Wujiu's lower abdomen, pressed his legs with his legs, and fixed him on the sofa with this violent method, unable to run, He turned back and shouted to Ueno, "Hand on hand."

    An Wujiu guessed that they were not just here to give him food, but Liu Chengwei pressed him so tightly, the knee of the other leg directly pressed his severely injured wrist, An Wujiu Jiu couldn't resist at all. He struggled, seeing that Ueno was forcibly stuffing the dry and hard bread into his mouth, he shook his head in resistance, and Liu Chengwei pinched it even tighter, almost smashing his face.

    "Cough! Cough!" The bread almost choked into the air pipe, An Wujiu had no choice but to swallow it, coughing continuously.

    "It should work..." Ueno asked Liu Chengwei, "As long as you eat it, the mission is successful."

    Tasks…

    Sure enough, to complete his mission.

    An Wujiu blushed as he lowered his head and coughed. The stuffed food, along with the humiliation, suffocated him.

    Liu Chengwei laughed, "That means, I can grab it too? I'll try."

    "You only get two chances." Ueno was afraid that he would suffer and tried to stop it.

    Liu Chengwei didn't care at all. On the one hand he desperately wants to deflate and humiliate this so-called "strong" guy so that he can get great satisfaction. On the other hand, he believed in his abilities and knew that he would not be reduced to the point of being without supplies.

    "I'll grab it."

    He took away the half-loaf of bread that Ueno "kindly" donated, but An Wujiu didn't eat it completely, and the floating label on the bread suddenly changed to the word [Liu Chengwei].

    Liu Chengwei laughed, "Really!"

    Ueno stood on tiptoe and glanced, "Ah, it's yours so soon."

    "What are you afraid of? Haven't you already completed the task of sharing food? It's still tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. By then, your supplies will double and you will be much stronger than me."

    "Same."

    They left just like that, laughing and talking. Before leaving, Liu Chengwei kicked An Wu to blame, because the bread he spit out stained his shoes.

     Leaning on the sofa, An Wujiu, who was depressed, suddenly had a thought, a strategy that could save himself, but was rather vicious.

    But he gave up quickly, like a cigarette butt. He even had some self-doubt, weird that he could come up with such a method.

    Sit quietly for a while, and when An Wujiu stood up, it was already past eleven o'clock. Thirst made him move instinctively, and went to where Shen Ti was standing before, but now the other party has disappeared.

    Finally, An Wujiu stopped in front of the low cabinet. In just a moment, he picked up the bottle of champagne abandoned by Shen Ti and took a sip from the mouth of the bottle.

    The taste is not bad.

    He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, picked up the wine bottle and walked to the other door of the living room, which led to another long and winding corridor. There is a circular device installed every meter above, An Wu Jiu can't see clearly. Whenever he passed one, the thing suddenly lit up, a lamp in the shape of a juvenile angel, but with only the head of an angel.

    One after another, they glowed behind An Wujiu, and then went out.

    He walked in slowly, only to realize that this was not a straight corridor, but a corner.

    There is a voice of dialogue, but it is so low that An Wujiu can't hear the content. He immediately stepped back before stepping over the lamp, standing in the darkness.

    His footsteps were soft and barely audible, so the other party didn't notice him. With the memory of the voice, Yang Ming and Ueno can be vaguely identified.

    Although he couldn't hear the content clearly, An Wujiu also noticed something strange. Unlike Yang Ming's previous state of wanting to control everything, in this conversation, the timid Ueno obviously said more, and Yang Ming just responded and didn't say anything.

    If you want to hear clearly, you must get close, but An Wujiu doesn't want to take risks.

    Soon, the dialogue fades and eventually disappears. He heard the footsteps of two people and dispersed.

    Stand silently in the corridor for a while, An Wujiu also walked inside.

    The structure inside is more complicated. At the end of the corridor is a small square-structured porch with four or five doors, one of which is a Baroque circular arch with a beautiful statue of angels carved on it. There is a floating projection of the word [Lounge] above the arch. Originally, the white arches should convey a delicate and sacred sense of art, but it was probably still in the morning. The lights were not turned on here, and the shadowy green projection became the only light source for the dark porch. Even the holy angel relief on the arch became very strange.

    An Wujiu turned his head, the projections on the other doors were the [Qin Room], [Reading Room], [Reference Room] and [Conference Room], behind the door was a long and deep detour Corridor.

    The structure of this bunker is perfect for a secret meeting.

    Behind the door of the [Lounge] is a new porch. As soon as An Wu Jiu pushed the door in, he saw Zhong Yirou's back.

    The porch is spacious and slightly brighter than the previous porch, with eight different carved arches marked with numbers 1 to 8 and names.

    [1 Yang Ming], [2 Zhong Yirou], [3 Ueno Dacheng], [4 Wu You], [5 An Wujiu], [6 Laoyu], [7 Shen Ti], [8 Liu Chengwei]

    "It's not entirely based on survival value, right?" Zhong Yirou said directly without turning her head.

    An Wu Jiu didn't pretend, he hummed softly.

    She turned her head and smiled at An Wujiu, "You walk silently."

    “Then how did you find out?” An Wujiu asked.

    Zhong Yirou raised her eyebrows, "Girls' intuition." After speaking, her eyes showed some deliberate apology, "What should I do? You are completely targeted now."

    An Wujiu didn't say anything, he was judging what attitude this woman is now.

    "I said it directly." Zhong Yirou raised her hands, "I can't help you right now."

    She called out her own parameters, and immediately a fluorescent green blood bar appeared on the top of her head, "My force value is the lowest, even if I use two opportunities to breastfeed myself, there are only three Blood, if I really duel, I can't protect myself."

     Hearing her so direct, An Wugui was much more relaxed. He thought of something and asked in a very slow voice, "What happens when you die?"

    "Didn't the Holy Voice say it? Brain dead." She tapped her temples, "Didn't we all enter the game cabin in reality? It's like a capsule, if it's real We died, and after 24 hours it was confirmed that there was no suspended animation, the device in the capsule automatically ejected us into the processing plant and recycled it into fertilizer." After she finished speaking, she showed a disgusted expression, "This method of dying is not elegant at all."

    “How do you know?” An Wujiu asked.

    Zhong Yirou paused for a while, and the face that was always full of energy and amorous feelings rarely appeared gloomy.

    "I saw it with my own eyes."

      But she just... went one step ahead."

     Hearing this, An Wu Jiu was a little moved, he already started thinking of words of comfort in his mind, but his mouth couldn't keep up, Zhong Yirou took the lead.

    "So," she didn't hide it, "In order to survive, I may stand in line to Yang Ming's side."

    An Wujiu nodded without speaking.

    His well-behaved and sensible appearance made Zhong Yirou even more suspicious of Yang Ming's words. She kindly offered a strategy, "If you're like this, it's better to have a good relationship with Ueno or Liu Chengwei. One of them can copy the supplies, the other can grab it, and maybe they will give you some."

    An Wujiu didn't speak, and he didn't plan to tell Zhong Yirou what just happened. However, Zhong Yirou was too smart and kept staring at her flushed cheeks.

    This feeling of being scrutinized is not very comfortable, An Wujiu tries to walk away. He noticed a thick-looking book fastened to the wall next to door 8, and walked towards it.

    "You don't really plan to let everyone live safely." Zhong Yirou followed him and set foot in front of the book.

    “Do you think I… lie?” An Wujiu stretched out his hand to the book.

    This book seems to be a long time ago, this page cannot be opened, as if it has been frozen for a long time, covered with a thick layer of dust.

    "Yang Ming said it too much, but when you said those words, my heart was still a little touched. He's been a good person, even if it's a fake good person who pretends to be like him."

    An Wujiu smiled and said nothing.

    "Idealists are short-lived here."

    Seeing him open the book, Zhong Yirou also leaned in, blew off the dust on it, and read the contents of the two pages aloud. There was a lot of blank space and few words. It seemed that everything was written as requirements.

    "1. Players need to enter the personal rest room at night, and after midnight, release hypnotic gas in the whole range to force sleep (except for employees who use the ability to stay up late). After falling asleep, players will not wake up until At six o'clock in the morning, the effect of the drug has completely dissipated, and the player will gradually wake up.

    2. Before 12:00 on the first night, you can enter the room next to your lounge, either left or right, other rooms are not allowed, and No. 1 and No. 8 are also considered next door. Entering other rooms by forced means is considered a foul (except for the use of skills by the wanderer), and half of the energy value will be deducted.

    3. If you have stayed in another room on the first night, you need to follow the path of the first night to enter the next room on the second night. And so on.

    4. You can stay in other people's rooms without fouling. "

    After reading, Zhong Yirou pondered for a while.

    "What a strange rule, like a game of chess." She turned to look at An Wu Jiu, with an expression that her views needed to be recognized.

    In order to satisfy her, An Wu Jiu also nodded.

    "So, like you." She stood at the door of room 5, "If you don't want to go to your room tonight, you can only go to number 4 or 6, and the next night Only…”

    "Go to No. 3 or No. 7." An Wu Jiu continued.

    "That's right." Zhong Yirou stood in front of door 5 thinking, "But according to the regulations, you will be forced to fall asleep at twelve o'clock, even if you go to other people's rooms, what can you do? Is it hard to do something indescribable?"

    Obviously it’s a dirty joke, but An Wujiu’s expression in front of him is completely unwavering, and his eyes are even pure. He repeated Zhong Yirou's words with a little questioning tone, "Indescribable..."

    After saying these words, the seventh door suddenly opened from the inside.

    It's Shen Ti.

    Shen Ti came out wearing red headphone shaking his head.

    Zhong Yirou was frightened by him, "Why are you here?"

    Shen Ti pointed to the number 7 on the door and his name, reached out and opened his door handle, opened the door, closed it again, then walked to the door of door 5, reached out and twisted it The door handle, which could not be opened, turned to face the two of them, raised his arms and crossed his chest, making a "no" gesture.

    Zhong Yirou narrowed her eyes, turned her head to look at An Wujiu, her voice was low.

    “…is this man dumb?”

    An Wujiu shook his head and directly pierced, "He... just spoke."

    Shen Ti, who was wearing a mask, tilted his head to An Wujiu and put his hands on his hips to show his dissatisfaction.

    Zhong Yirou ignored his actions and continued to ask, "What did you say?"

    An Wujiu paused for two seconds, as if hesitating for something, but finally took a breath, put the wine bottle in his hand on the ground, raised his hand to cover his mouth.

    "Ah."

    --------------------

    The author has something to say:

    Shen Ti, you really know when to come out

    Shen Ti: I wanted to go to my wife's room, but I was told