Ten Days End

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

The big man's knife stabbed into the old man's chest.

The crowd watching took a step back when they saw this scene.

The old man also lowered his head in disbelief, looking 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 was out of control.

Qi Xia looked at the situation on the field with cold eyes, and felt that the wind direction had changed a little.

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

His regime has not been stable yet, but there are cracks.

It can only show that the knife holder is not smart enough. Sometimes the knife does not need to be cut down, just hold it in your hand.

Just as everyone was hesitating, an unexpected figure slowly walked over.

It was the "Diyang" who had been standing in the middle of the room.

Diyang looked at the dead "poor man" with a serious look, and then looked up at the knife-wielding man and said, "You are too brave. Who told you to keep killing people?"

"Huh?"

The knife-wielding man was obviously stunned. He thought that "violence" was tacitly allowed in this place, but Diyang seemed to not allow killing?

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

If Qi Xia guessed correctly, he was going to start lying.

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

"Sanction... Sanction?!" The big man took two steps back in fear, "What a joke?! There is no such rule in the rules you said!"

Diyang stood up, without any explanation, and just slapped the big man quickly.

The big man's body did not move, but his head turned a full circle above his head, and his expression froze.

Di Yang took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands, saying: "I hope you understand that this is my game, and you need to follow the rules I set. If anyone dares to do something out of line, I will never hold back. I have confiscated this person's fan, and you can go away."

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, and they did not dare to have any improper thoughts about the "rich man" in front of them.

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

Why did Di Yang remain indifferent when killing the "rich", but when killing the "poor", Di Yang took action to punish?

Isn't this too strange?

At this time, Qin Dingdong's teammates helped her up. Seeing that the situation was temporarily safe, the two of them exchanged glances with Qi Xia and hurried to the exit.

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

After all, everyone didn't know what rules Diyang had set.

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

Under such vague rules, everyone's eyes were a little confused, and no one had 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 identities as "poor" or "rich".

But because of their identities as "escaped" and "non-escaped".

After all, the number of participants was an even number, and if the participants wanted to escape here, they had to form teams of two.

So it didn't matter if the "escaped" died, because they were no longer included in the calculation of the "remaining number".

But if one of the "unescaped" dies... then the remaining number will become odd, and one of them will be left alone.

That's why Diyang took action.

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

Although it's a bit strange, Qi Xia feels that this idea is more reasonable.

Next he needs to concentrate on his plan.

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

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

In his mind, a large number of fans floated by, and then neatly arranged into four teams.

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

Diyang once said that at the beginning, the number of fans of four colors is the same.

But there are a total of fifty people on the scene, and each person starts with three fans, which means that Diyang will send out 150 fans in the first round.

150How to evenly distribute the four suits of fans?

37.5 fans of each kind?

Isn't this contradictory?

Did Di Yang lie about this?

"It shouldn't be..." Qi Xia frowned and said silently in his heart, "It's too fatal to lie on such a critical issue. This will cause the reputation of this game to deteriorate... There will be no "returning customers" here. "

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

There are 147 fans of one suit, and one fan of each of the remaining suits. This will result in only two people being able to escape in the entire game. In other words, the settings of 50 people, 150 fans, and fraud games are completely meaningless.

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

So where is his lie?

Qi Xia looked down at the four "Ai" in his hand. He knew that if he didn't calculate the number of "Ai" left on the field, he would not be able to win this game anyway.

But the number of 37.5 made him unable to move.

Then there was only one other possibility...

At this time, Qi Xia stood in the middle of the room, just in time to see all the people in the room.

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

There were still forty participants standing on the field.

It seemed that there was no problem, but it seemed wrong to think about it carefully.

One of them clearly died while standing, and he could not be counted as the remaining number.

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

When the game just started, four people escaped immediately, and there should be forty-six people standing on the field at this time.

Half an hour later, the first team of "rich people" escaped, and there were forty-four people standing.

Then, the person who bought all the "sorrows" lost his teammates and escaped alone, and there were forty-three people standing.

Finally, Qin Dingdong and the Sichuan and Chongqing man escaped, and there were forty-one people left.

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

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

Why are there forty people left here?

When did... there was one more participant here?

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

Are there really fifty participants?

Qi Xia only knew that everyone received three fans, but how many people received fans?

The team of fifty people was larger than he imagined. Everyone had never stood in line from beginning to end. When you are in it, you can't count the number at all.

So the most critical problem lies here.

"Di Yang... you can't fool me..." Qi Xia slowly raised the corner of his mouth.

It seems that everything is clear now.

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