MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 17 Residential plan

After dressing the wound in the storage room, Lao Yu took out his own bread from the cabinet and took a bite. The pain here is very real. He took a tablet of analgesics, but the effect of the drug has not yet been exerted. There are only two small tablets in total, so he has to eat it sparingly.

Just after swallowing the piece of dry and hard bread, Shen Ti pushed the door and came in, with the brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose that he had just exchanged in the morning.

When he saw Lao Yu, he paused for a while, then pushed his glasses and said to him in German "Good noon."

The way he greeted was weird, Lao Yu didn't say anything and nodded at him.

Shen Ti suddenly realized something, "Oh no, you are French." After that, he said "I'm sorry" in French.

He's a weirdo. This matter is no longer surprising, Lao Yu was too lazy to pay attention to it, only to see Shen Ti walking towards the glass cabinet beside him, only then did he know that Shen Ti's materials were put together with his own.

Shen Ti didn't eat, and almost all his supplies didn't move. No wonder the energy bar on his head was much less than others. He opened the cabinet door, only took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and poured it into his mouth, drinking water like some kind of animal.

Old Yu didn't look back at him, and put the last bite of the bread into his mouth to chew. With his striped shirt open, he was in pain, strangely painful. In addition to the chest and abdomen that were injured in the duel, I also felt some pain in the back.

And ankles.

I don't know when, Shen Ti actually sat beside him, showing no trace at all.

"Hey, your skill is that you can go to other people's rooms, right?" He stretched out his hand, and his index and middle fingers imitated the walking posture,

Old Yu frowned, "Did you only know now?"

"Just one more confirmation."

Shen Ti seemed to be thinking about something. After thinking for a while, he pointed to his chest, "What's in your clothes?"

Old Yu pulled his shirt away subconsciously, looked down and looked up, and asked Shen Ti, "What?"

"Oh." Shen Ti's face didn't fluctuate, and he said boldly, "The wound on your chest is a bit strange, I want to look at it again."

It was only at this time that Lao Yu realized that he was deceived by Shen Ti just now. This guy is completely out of order, not like a normal person.

"What do you mean?"

Shen Ti tilted his head and stared at it, then raised his head and drank the last sip of water in the bottle, "The injuries are all new, did you get them during the duel?"

"Yeah." Lao Yu nodded.

"What the **** are you doing?" Old Yu was puzzled by him.

No other wounds could be found, so Shen Ti chose to give up. He seemed sleepy, raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and said lazily, "I ask you, what did you do with that kid last night?"

His attitude is very general, his speech is listless, the most important thing is that his thinking is still very jumpy, and he jumps to a new topic at once.

Old Yu was slightly dissatisfied with his attitude, "Why should I tell you?"

Shen Ti turned his face, a pair of green eyes in the dim light, like a ghost, "You are good at pretending." So, are you bullying me?"

A sensible gesture.

I was agitated by Shen Ti, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

Interested. You just need to tell me what time it is and where to go after that."

Old Yu frowned. Although he didn't want to tell Shen Ti the answer, he couldn't help but recall his question.

"I think about it, this hypnotic gas makes my mind a little unclear." Lao Yu took a deep breath, "I only remember that it was almost twelve o'clock when we were talking in the living room. , At that time, I told Wu You that it was getting late, we should go back to sleep, or we might commit a foul."

Shen Ti made a lollipop out of nowhere, put it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Then what? Are you going back?"

Old Yu nodded, "He walked with me. We walked side by side to the door of the room and said goodnight to each other. Wu You is a very polite child."

"And then what?"

"Then I went back to my room to sleep."

"Sleep..." Shen Ti repeated these three words and raised his eyebrows at him, "Don't you think it's strange?"

"What's strange?" Lao Yu asked in confusion.

"Your skills." Shen Ti counted his fingers, "You can use skills from 7:00 pm to 5:00 am, and then you will be forced to sleep at twelve o'clock at night. So this There's five hours in it that's wasted, isn't it?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and stared at Lao Yu, as if he wanted to observe a little trace to support his conjecture.

But Lao Yu just looked confused and told him, "I'm also very strange, I have never understood how to use my skills, even if I can go to other people's rooms before going to bed at night, but I There is no way to get his supplies, and there is no way to do anything else, what's the point?"

Shen Ti nodded lazily, more like shaking twice, then stood up, "I know."

Old Yu puzzled: "What do you know?"

"I know you don't know anything."

After Shen Ti finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Old Yu sat inside for a while, the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, so he buttoned his shirt and opened the door to go out. Coincidentally, the holy voice announcing the duel message came from the bunker.

"Anyone else duel?" Old Yu didn't expect it.

Zhong Yirou walked in from outside the passage, "It was initiated by Dacheng Ueno, for Liu Chengwei."

When they went to the duel room together, it was already the second duel between Ueno and Liu Chengwei. What makes Zhong Yirou feel strange is that Ueno's expression doesn't look like a person who initiates a duel on his own initiative.

Zhong Yirou stood still, only to realize that An Wugui was there. When she turned around, she saw Wu Yougang come in, and then walked straight to Yang Ming in the dark corner.

She pretended that her lipstick had fallen off, and when she turned around to pick up something, she glanced in the direction of the two of them, and happened to see Wu You taking something out of her pocket and handing it to Yang Ming, what was it? Can't see clearly.

Soon, Wu You walked in her direction quietly, and finally stopped beside Zhong Yirou.

Zhong Yirou also pretended not to see anything and asked him in a low voice, "Liu Chengwei only has four health bars left?"

"Probably." Wu You said.

"Aren't you going up?"

Wu You stared at Liu Chengwei, who was covered in bruises and bruises not far away, and did not forget to insult them.

"I don't need it."

The weapons of the second duel were nail sticks and machetes. Although Liu Chengwei's current health bar is lower than that of Ueno, he is still fierce, holding a machete and mercilessly waving it towards Ueno's shoulder and neck , just because of lack of physical strength, there are not many real cuts.

Ueno, who has always been very humble, smashed Liu Chengwei's chest with a stick like crazy.

The sharp steel nails smashed into the flesh and were pulled out again.

This unruly battle is like a real beast.

Zhong Yirou is a doctor. She has seen too many amputated limbs and stumps, and it is not the first time she has entered the altar. Although she feels that it is not good to kill each other, she cannot have too many reactions. She looked sideways at Yang Ming, his expression was more indifferent than before.

With the character of above Ye Dacheng, it is impossible to initiate a duel, this duel must be initiated by Yang Ming.

Why?

Is it really just because he suspects that Liu Chengwei is a cult? Just so cruel?

But fighting to the death of one of his subordinates, what good is it for him?

Is there a new piece?

"The duel is over."

From the duel threshold, both of them were bloody. Liu Chengwei's face was covered with wounds and blood, and now he can't see a blind eye, he just feels terrible.

He swayed, walking forward step by step, **** footprints one step at a time. He didn't stop until Yang Ming was in front of him.

Yang Ming wore a neat suit and said nothing. He smelled the strong smell of blood and frowned.

Liu Chengwei suddenly stretched out his hand towards his neck and grabbed it fiercely, almost using all his strength, trying to strangle him here!

"Warning! Warning!"

The holy sound appeared, Liu Chengwei trembled violently as if suffering an electric shock, let go of his clenched hand, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Players are not allowed to fight outside the duel threshold. Liu Chengwei fouls once and will be warned by electric shock."

Yang Ming's throat was burning hot, the brief suffocation and pain made him furious, and he kicked Liu Chengwei, who had fallen into a coma.

"Dog stuff!"

After he finished cursing, he adjusted the tie around his neck, and glanced at Ueno, "Do it again."

Zhong Yirou frowned, Liu Chengwei only had three lives left, could it be that Yang Ming wanted to kill him today?

Ueno doesn't know if he can resist, what are the consequences of resisting? Will Wu You and Yang Ming start a duel against him?

Maybe there is also his black line, his five health bars are far from enough.

Ueno's lips were trembling, and he launched another duel against the system request.

After a while, Shengyin replied: "The number of duels today is full, and the duel threshold is closed."

The scarlet net was retracted like this, and finally disappeared into the dim room. Unable to initiate a duel anymore, Yang Ming's anger grew stronger and stronger, and he was even more suspicious when he saw Ueno's unrepentant appearance.

Just now, everyone's eyes were focused on the duel threshold, only he stood alone in the corner and took out what Wu You stuffed him.

several circles. Probably want to start all over again, so there are two more big forks in the whole sentence.

[Ueno is done, in the reading room at 9:30 pm]

This discarded note allowed Yang Ming to confirm the identity of the opponent immediately, so he forced Ueno to duel with Liu Chengwei and cheated his reaction.

In fact, for a moment, he suspected that it was An Wu Jiao's trick, but his endless fear, panic and fear of An Wu Jiao blurred his mind.

Are both of your allies really being turned against by An Wugui?

Perhaps An Wujiao relied on his own tricks, so he used the easiest way to force himself to drive away the Ueno and fall into a state of isolation.

That's right, Liu Chengwei is not an ordinary person, he is a cult, how dangerous he must be when they join forces.

But if Liu Chengwei is really a cult, why did An Wujiu directly expose his identity in the morning and target him everywhere?

Yang Ming frowned, thinking about it.

The most dangerous place is the safest.

"What about him?" Wu You suddenly spoke, interrupting his thinking, "Just put it here?"

Yang Ming took a deep breath.

Even if Liu Chengwei can't be killed today, he must be contained.

"Are you able to stay up late tonight or tomorrow night?" Yang Ming asked Wu You.

"Tonight." Wu You replied.

Yang Ming nodded, "Then tie him to the reading room, to the sofa, make sure that he will never move, you stare at him and see what will happen tomorrow morning."

If there are still people dead, it means that Liu Chengwei is not a cult, but if it is Christmas Eve, Liu Chengwei can't stay no matter what.

Anyway, this guy only has three health bars left, and his survival value is only two points.

Just think he doesn't want these two points.

Several men present lifted Liu Chengwei up and arrived in the reading room. Wu You brought the quilt from the lounge and put it on the ground, spread it for himself, and tied Liu Chengwei together with Lao Yu, All limbs are firmly fixed on the sofa.

Others left, Wu You sat on the floor, took out a piece of bread and nibbled silently. After half a meal, Liu Chengwei on the wooden bed also woke up. He struggled desperately and cursed at Wu You. But Wu You turned a deaf ear, and quietly ate the remaining half.

The more Liu Chengwei scolded, the more unpleasant he sounded, and even raised his head to spit at Wu You, but Wu You just tilted his head slightly to avoid it and still didn't speak.

Without dueling, time flies. An Wu Jiu finished reading half of the Vimalakirti Sutra, so sleepy he could only yawn, thinking that it was almost ten o'clock, so he closed the book and got up and went back to his lounge.

When passing by the porch of the lounge, he saw Zhong Yirou on the sofa on the porch with Erlang's legs cocked, the newspaper in his hand covering his face, and the high heels with skulls on his feet swaying, and he was about to fall Come.

"Looking for me?" Zhong Yirou sensed An Wujiu's existence and put down the newspaper, revealing a pair of cat eyes.

An Wujiu took a step closer, caught a glimpse of the coffee cup by her hand, and tilted her head.

"Another deal?"

They didn't talk too much on the porch, the partition wall had ears, An Wujiu took Zhong Yirou to the airtight piano room, finished the plan to Zhong Yirou in a sincere cooperative attitude, and didn't care whether she agreed or not , then yawned and went back to his No. 5 lounge.

He was sure that Zhong Yirou would nod.

Otherwise won't show up to wait for him on the lounge porch until he comes out.

They are all smart people, don't have to say too much.

An Wujiu was sitting beside the bed, feeling that the arm that had been hanging on his chest was numb and uncomfortable, he removed the cloth, put down his right hand, then climbed onto the bed, fainted Shen Chen closed his eyes.

Liu Chengwei's hoarse scolding sounded in his ear, what happened during the day was replayed in his mind, and the countless precise routes formed by the convergence of strategies continued to move forward, and he was still far from the goal he wanted to achieve some distance.

Lack of food and water resources, An Wu Jiao can feel that her physical strength is consuming faster. The yellow energy bar above his head kept decreasing, and sooner or later something would go wrong.

Before this, even if he had allies, he couldn't and couldn't exchange other people's materials, which was too easy to expose.

Three days left...

He lay down, and soon, Liu Chengwei couldn't scold anymore, he stopped, and the lounge became extraordinarily quiet. He was so quiet that he could only hear his own heartbeat.

He counts his heartbeats.

It is 11:35.

Twenty-five minutes left.

The feeling of using heartbeat to record time is familiar to him, but he can't remember what kind of situation he did, he just felt as if he was doing it every day.

The feeling of amnesia made An Wujiu irritable, ready to turn over, just as he turned his shoulders, he suddenly turned over and opened his eyes, with his left hand that was not injured, he flipped the person near the bed to the bed , took a step and bent over to sit on top of him, with his forearm straight down to press the opponent's neck.

It's Shen Ti.

An Wujiu suppressed his throat, his brows were furrowed, his hands patted An Wujiu’s arms and body, like a dying fish.

“Want to sneak attack?” An Wujiu’s arm relaxed a little, slowly moved to the left on his blushing neck, and finally changed his hand to grab his neck.

The fresh pulse beat in his hand, beating faster than his heart.

An Wu Jiu loosened up, only using five points of effort, Shen Ti was able to breathe. He panted and smiled at An Wujiu, in the darkness, this voice seemed to be amplified by An Wujiu's sensitive response to danger.

This is more and more dangerous.

“You are so sensitive.” He lay under An Wujiu, his transparent and charming green eyes seemed to be condensed with a layer of mist, “How did you find out?”

"I heard..." An Wujiu lowered his head, got closer, stretched out his **** right hand that was not healed, and held the two red strings that were still shaking slightly with his fingertips Coral, the tail is very cold.

"The sound of your earrings."