End of ten days

Both of them were a little out of control. I don't know who pushed whom in the chaos, and the knife was red.

The big man's knife was inserted into the old man's chest.

Everyone onlookers took a step back when they saw this scene.

The old man lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the extra knife on his chest, and coughed lightly.

"You..." The big man with the knife felt a little confused, "Who asked you to steal my knife?!"

The old man wanted to argue, but he fell to the ground, and then there was no movement.

Everything is out of control.

Qi Xia looked at the situation on the court coldly, feeling that the wind direction had changed a bit.

The knife-wielding man who had always represented the "interests of the poor" now killed another "poor man" in front of everyone.

Cracks appeared in his regime even before it was firmly established.

It only shows that the person holding the knife is not smart enough. Sometimes the knife does not need to be cut down, it just needs to be held in the hand.

While everyone was hesitating, an unexpected figure slowly walked over.

It was the "ground sheep" who had been standing in the center of the room.

Diyang looked at the dead "poor man" solemnly, then raised his head and said to the man holding the knife: "You are too courageous. Who told you to keep killing people?"

"Why?"

The big man with the knife was obviously stunned. He thought that "violence" was tacitly allowed in this place, but it seems that Diyang is not allowed to kill people?

Diyang knelt down and looked at the stabbed old man, his eyes also wandering.

If Qi Xia guessed correctly, he would start lying.

"He is hopeless." Diyang raised his head and said to the big man, "As punishment, I will impose sanctions on you."

"Restrain... sanctions?!" The big man took two steps back in fright, "Are you kidding me?! This is not part of the rules you mentioned!"

Di Yang stood up and without any explanation, he just slapped the big man quickly.

The big man's body didn't move, but his head turned in a complete circle, and his expression froze.

Di Yang took out a handkerchief from his pocket

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Wiping his hands, he said: "I hope you understand that this is my game, and you are following the rules I have set. If you still dare to do something outrageous, I will never hold back. This person's fan will be mine." It’s confiscated, you can disperse.”

After saying this, Di Yang took out five fans from the big man's pocket, then pushed away the onlookers and returned to the center of the room again.

At this time, the onlookers also hurriedly dispersed, not daring to think anything wrong about the "rich man" in front of them.

Seeing Di Yang's performance, Qi Xia slowly reached out and touched his chin.

Why does Di Yang remain indifferent when he kills the "rich", but why does Di Yang take action when he kills the "poor"?

Isn't this too strange?

At this time, Qin Dingdong's teammates helped her up. Seeing that the situation was safe for the time being, the two of them looked at Qi Xia and hurriedly ran towards the exit.

Until Qi Xia watched them leave, no one stepped forward to stop them.

After all, no one knew what rules Diyang had made.

Can I snatch the fan? Is it possible to kill people?

Under this vague rule, everyone's eyes were a little confused, and no one has taken the sharp knife stuck in the old man's body.

"Could it be..."

Qi Xia seemed to know what he had neglected.

The reason why the two people who were killed were treated differently was not because of their status as "poor" or "rich".

Rather, it is the identities of “those who escaped” and “those who did not escape.”

After all, the number of participants is an even number, and if the participants want to escape from here, they must form two teams.

So it doesn't matter if the "escapers" die, because they are no longer included in the calculation of the "remaining number of people".

But if one of the "unescaped" dies... that will make the remaining number of people an odd number, and eventually one of them will be left alone.

That's why Diyang took action.

The best way for him to get the number of people back to an even number again is to kill one more person.

Although it is a bit strange, Qi Xia feels that this idea is relatively reasonable.

Next, he needs to concentrate on his own plan.

Now he has four "Sorrows" in his hand. If he wants everything to go smoothly, he must calculate the number of all "Sorrows" in this game.

Qi Xia came to the center of the room and slowly closed her eyes.

There were large fans floating through his mind, and then they were neatly arranged into four teams.

But just a few seconds later, he felt that he had overlooked an important issue.

Diyang once said that in the beginning, there are the same number of fans of four colors.

However, there are a total of fifty people present, and each person starts with three fans, which means that in the first round, the human-goat sends out one hundred and fifty fans.

One hundred and fifty fans, how to distribute the four colors equally?

37.5 fans per fan?

Isn’t this contradictory?

Did Di Yang lie on this issue?

"Probably not..." Qi Xia frowned and said silently in his heart, "Lying on such a key issue would be too fatal. It will lead to a bad reputation of this game... It is impossible for "repeat customers" to appear. it's here."

What's more... if the number of fans can lie, then the optimal distribution ratio should be 147:1:1:1.

There are one hundred and forty-seven of one suit, and one of each of the remaining suits. This will result in that only two people can escape in the entire game. In other words, the settings of fifty people, one hundred and fifty fans, and the fraud game are completely meaningless.

It would be better to let everyone directly draw lots to decide life and death, so Di Yang should not have lied in such a critical position.

So where are his lies?

Qi Xia lowered his head and looked at the four "Sorrows" in his hand. He knew that if he did not calculate the number of "Sorrows" remaining on the field, he would not be able to win.

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No matter what, you can't win this game.

But the number of 37.5 made it difficult for him to move forward.

Then there is only one other possibility...

At this time, Qi Xia stood in the center of the room, with a panoramic view of everyone in the room.

He slowly opened his eyes, quickly counted the number of participants in the room, and then showed a strange expression.

There are a total of forty participants left standing on the field.

There seems to be nothing wrong with it, but if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem right.

Qi Xia closed her eyes again and recalled everything that had just happened in her mind.

When the game just started, four people escaped immediately, leaving forty-six people.

Half an hour later, the first group of "rich men" escaped, leaving forty-four people.

Then, the person who bought all the "sorrow" lost his teammates and escaped alone, leaving forty-three people.

Finally, Qin Dingdong and the Sichuan and Chongqing men escaped, leaving forty-one people.

Then remove the corpse of a "rich man" and an old man, and there should be thirty-nine people standing on the field.

Qi Xia opened her eyes and looked around at all the participants again.

Why are there forty people left here?

When did it start...there is one more participant here?

A strange feeling slowly rose in Qi Xia's heart.

Are there really fifty participants?

Qi Xia only knew that each person received three fans, but how many people received the fans?

The team of fifty people was larger than he had imagined. From the beginning to the end, everyone could not stand in line. When you are in it, you can't count the number at all.

So the most critical question lies here.

"Diyang...you can't fool me..." Qi Xia slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Everything seems clear now.

This is not a game for fifty people, but a game for fifty-one people.