end of ten days.

The emotions of both of them were a little bit out of control. I don't know who pushed the other in the chaos, and the knife was red.

The big man's knife stuck in the old man's chest.

The onlookers took a step back after seeing this scene.

The old man also 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 told you to grab my knife?!"

The old man wanted to argue something, 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 field with cold eyes, feeling that the wind direction had changed a bit.

The big man with a knife who had always represented the "interests of the poor" killed another "poor" in front of everyone.

Cracks appeared in his regime before it was firmly established.

It can only show that the knife holder is not smart enough. Sometimes the knife does not need to be cut down, but only needs to be held in the hand.

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

It was the "earth 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 big man with the knife: "You are too courageous, who told you to keep killing people?"

"Hey?"

The big man with the knife was obviously taken aback. He thought that "violence" was acquiesced in this place, but it seems that the sheep are not allowed to kill people?

Di Yang squatted down and looked at the stabbed old man, his eyes were also erratic.

If Qi Xia's guess is correct, he will start lying.

"He is hopeless." Di Yang raised his head and said to the big man, "As punishment, I will punish you."

"Sanctions... Sanctions?!" The big man took two steps back in fright, "What are you kidding?! There is no such thing in the rules you mentioned!"

Di Yang stood up without any explanation, but quickly slapped the big man across the face.

I saw that the big man's body didn't move, but his head turned completely around his head, and his expression froze.

Di Yang took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and said, "I hope everyone understands that this is my game, and you are following the rules I set. If you still dare to do something out of line, I will never play it again." Keep your hands. I have confiscated this person's fan, so you should go away."

After saying a word, 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, completely daring not to have any unreasonable thoughts about the "rich man" in front of them.

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

Why is it that when the "rich man" is killed, the sheep is indifferent, but when the "poor man" is killed, the sheep is punished?

Isn't that weird?

At this time, Qin Dingdong's teammates helped her up, seeing that the situation was safe for now, the two met Qi Xia's eyes, and hurried to the exit.

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

After all, everyone doesn't know what rules Diyang made.

Is it possible to snatch the fan?Is it possible to kill someone?

Under such vague rules, everyone's eyes were a little puzzled, and no one has taken the sharp knife stuck in the old man's body so far.

"Could it be..."

Qi Xia seemed to know what he had neglected.

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

It is the identity of "escaped" and "non-escaped".

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

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

But if one of the "non-escapers" dies... that will make the remaining number into an odd number, and finally one of them will be left alone.

That's why the sheep will make a move.

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

Although it is a bit strange, Qi Xia feels that this way of thinking is more 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 his eyes.

A large number of fans floated through his mind, and they were neatly arranged into four teams.

But after only a few seconds, he felt that he had overlooked an important question.

Di Yang once said that at the beginning, there are as many fans of four suits.

However, there are fifty people on the scene, and each person starts with three fans, which means that in the first round, people and sheep will send out 150 fans.

150 fans, how to evenly distribute the four suits?

37.5 per fan?

Doesn't this contradict each other?

Did the sheep lie on this issue?

"Probably not..." Qi Xia frowned, and said silently in his heart, "It would be too fatal to lie on such a crucial issue, and it would cause the game's reputation to deteriorate...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 140 seven of a suit, and one for each of the remaining suits.This will cause only two people at most to escape in the entire game. In other words, the settings of fifty people, 150 fans, and cheating games are completely meaningless.

It's better to let everyone directly draw lots to decide life and death, so Diyang should not have lied in such a critical position.

So where is his lie?

Qi Xia looked down at the four "sorrows" in his hand, he knew that if he didn't count the number of "sorrows" left on the field, he would not be able to win this game no matter what.

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

Then there is only one other possibility...

At this moment, Qi Xia was standing in the middle of the room, just in time to have 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 standing on the field.

It doesn't seem to be a problem, but after thinking about it, it doesn't seem right.

Qi Xia closed his eyes again, recalling all the things that happened just now in his mind.

At the beginning of the game, four people escaped immediately, leaving 46 people.

Half an hour later, the first team of "rich people" escaped, leaving 44 people.

Then, the person who bought all the "sorrows" lost his teammates and escaped alone, leaving 43 people.

In the end, Qin Dingdong and the Sichuan-Chongqing man escaped, leaving 41 people.

Remove the corpse of a "rich man" and an old man, and there should be 39 people standing on the field.

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

Why are forty people left here?

Since when exactly... there was an extra participant here?

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

Are there really 50 participants?

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

The team of fifty people was bigger than he imagined, and the people had never stood in line from the beginning to the end. When you were in it, you couldn't count the number at all.

So the most critical problem lies here.

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

So everything seems clear.

It's not a fifty-man game, it's a fifty-one man game.