Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Men know that the way to break the illusion is simple.

As soon as he turned around and saw the body lying on the ground, the hallucination would no longer appear.

He took a deep breath and turned around slowly. He lowered his head and searched the floor with his eyes, but he did not find the body.

The body is missing?

He pinched his arm, trying to wake himself up, and when he raised his head again, the man was shocked.

"Monster...monster..."

As the man muttered, an inexplicable strength suddenly surged through him, and he ran towards the door.

But the voice behind him was like a ghost, chasing him.

"Why run away?"

"I've already said it once, if you don't come over, it will be against the rules of the game."

"Well, since you insist on this, I can only use some coercive means."

The man rushed towards the exit. The strange thing was that no matter how he ran, he still stayed on the same floor.

Finally, he collapsed from exhaustion, feeling a biting chill on his shoulders.

It was a pair of extremely strange hands. The white bones pierced the skin of the fingertips and stretched out abruptly.

The hands pressed firmly on the man's shoulders, forcing him to turn around and face the owner of the hands.

The shot just now was indeed fired, and the upper half of the hunter's face was torn apart by the bullet, so that the skull was completely damaged.

However, the bullet passed through his temple, but the area below his nose was spared.

This caused the hunter's head to look like a smashed watermelon, with only some residual flesh and blood left on top, and only a mouth that kept opening and closing.

Generally speaking, a brain-dead person is deemed "dead" by doctors.

But why is a person without a brain still alive?

He could talk and walk, and he was as strong as a monster. With just a slight pull, the man felt that his shoulder blade might be broken.

"I'm sorry, did I not control my strength well?" the hunter asked, "This is difficult to handle. You can't play the game. Then let me do it for you."

The man shouted excitedly: "The game is over! It's over! You've been lying to me from the beginning! How can you keep your word?!"

"I think you must have misunderstood something." The corner of the hunter's mouth raised, "We are playing Russian Roulette, right?"

"The gun just hit me, how can I continue! You lose, you have to let me go!" The man vented his grievances.

"I don't think I said that this gun only has one bullet."

Hearing these words, the man felt his body go cold.

He thought he was betting on a 1/2 chance, but he never thought that there were still bullets in the gun.

As long as there are bullets in the gun, the game is not over and must continue.

He fired two shots, the hunter fired two shots, and there were two positions left in the magazine.

Even if there is only one bullet left, what is the probability that the hunter will be hit by two consecutive shots?

More importantly, the person playing games with him is not a human being at all. He will not die even if he is shot. But even if he is only shot once, his life will be decided here.

This is a losing game, and only men still hold on to a faint hope that they can survive.

After thinking about this clearly, the man suddenly calmed down and asked: "...What will happen if I lose?"