Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

Su Ye looked at the fifteen cards on the bracelet:

"A true loop requires at least two or three layers."

But we're not dealing with gamblers, we're dealing with people fleeing for their lives.

He looked up:

"When people are fleeing for their lives, their first thought isn't about winning, but about not losing."

Wu Feng's expression changed slightly.

"We won't lose..."

"Paper, flat paper, win by fist," Su Ye said.

"The only situation where you lose is when you encounter scissors."

Of the three, scissors carry the highest risk, but the potential reward is the same as paper and rock.

Only one win.

He paused:

Most people won't pick scissors in the first round.

It's not that I couldn't think of scissors and cloth; it's because the risks associated with scissors are different from the other two.

"Scissors lost to rock."

Chen Shou slowly replied,

"And stones are a human instinct."

"so--"

Lin Wei's eyes lit up:

Most people play cloth in the first round.

Because of Bookerstone, and stones are an instinctive choice.

"But quite a few people will also get stones."

Wu Feng said,

"Especially those who... think they can guess that the other person will guess that they will play cloth."

"That's the second floor."

Su Ye nodded.

"People on the second level will still produce stones."

They anticipated that some opponents would assume their opponents would instinctively choose rock and choose paper to win, while those opponents would choose scissors to counter paper. Therefore, they chose rock to counter scissors.

"What about the third floor?"

Wang Kui was a little confused.

"The third level has scissors? It counters rock?"

"right."

Su Ye said,

"But those on the third level need to guess simultaneously—"

The person on the first floor puts out the cloth.

The people on the second level produce stones.

Then he threw scissors, took paper, and lost to rock.

He paused:

"They thought that the number of people who produced cloth on the first level was far greater than the number of people who produced stones on the second level."

After all, when people start to think about how to survive and move forward, they will choose to test the waters with cloth.

Old Zhao slapped his thigh suddenly:

"Therefore—paper is the most, rock is second, and scissors is the least!"

He couldn't keep his voice down, and several survivors nearby glanced at him sideways.

But no one responded to him.

Su Ye didn't respond to him either; he was also deep in thought.

First layer: Produce stone (instinct), produce cloth (seeking stability).

Second layer: Play paper (against rock), play scissors (against paper).

Third layer: Scissors (cloth) or rock (scissors).

Fourth level: Rock (counters scissors), Paper (counters rock).

Back and forth.

In theory, no level is "guaranteed to win".

But this is not a theory.

This is a real betting game.

In real gambling, the vast majority of people don't even make it to the second level.

It's not that I'm stupid, it's that I'm afraid.

There are probably only a handful out of a hundred people who would dare to play scissors in the first round when there is zero information, betting that the opponent will play paper.

More people will dare to throw stones because throwing stones is a human instinct. Even if they know that instinct is unreliable, some people will still believe that "the other party will not expect me to throw stones."

The most common outcome is that people will produce cloth.

Because cloth seems the safest: it can flatten the board, it can beat rock, and only scissors can beat it.

Scissors is the card that the fewest people will play because winning with scissors is the riskiest way to win.

……

After the agreement was reached, Wu Feng was the first to speak.

"I have the most stars."

He raised his wrist, and the six stars floated quietly above his palm.

"I'll play the first game against an outsider."

No one objected.

Six stars means a margin for error even if you lose three games in a row.

This is the team's highest level of risk tolerance.

Wu Feng didn't say much, and turned to walk towards the densely populated area deep inside the hall.

Chen Shou, Su Ye, Old Zhao, Lin Wei, Wang Kui, and Li Xiaowei followed behind him, keeping a few steps away.

This was both to give him space and to make it easier for him to observe his surroundings.

Wu Feng did not take the initiative to contact anyone.

He stood by an empty chess table, his gaze sweeping over the passing crowd.

Less than two minutes later, someone stopped.

He was a middle-aged man.

He was in his early forties, with an ordinary appearance, wearing a dark gray coat, and a light screen on his left wrist was lit up, displaying four stars.

He looked at Wu Feng, without any further pleasantries:

"Want to play a round?"

Wu Feng looked at him and slowly nodded.

The two stood on opposite sides of the chess table.

Chen Shou and the others stood a few steps behind Wu Feng without saying a word.

-

The game begins.

Both of them raised their wrists.

The light screen unfolded from the wristband and floated in mid-air.

Fifteen cards, neatly arranged.

Wu Feng's deck has three columns.

The five cards above have a fist printed on them – a stone.

The five cards in the middle have a handprint on them—scissors.

The five cards below have two fingers printed on them – cloth.

The back of the card faces outwards, and the front faces inwards.

When in a game, only he can see the cards.

Wu Feng began selecting cards.

In the first round, he was going to play the stone.

He raised his hand, moved his fingertip to the top, clicked on one of the stones, the card lit up, and then confirmed.

—Just then.

Su Ye's gaze passed over Wu Feng's shoulder and landed on the middle-aged man opposite him.

The opponent did not look down at their deck.

He was looking at Wu Feng's hand, his gaze fixed on Wu Feng's fingertips—

Wu Feng confirmed this.

hum.

The card was removed from the deck, flipped over, and landed face down in the center of the table.

The light from the remaining fourteen cards instantly converged and disappeared into the wristband.

There's only one card left on the table.

Then, the middle-aged man withdrew his gaze from Wu Feng's hand.

Take a look at his own deck.

His deck has two columns;

His fingertips did not hesitate.

Drop the card directly to the left, select it, and confirm.

hum.

His cards landed on the table, alongside Wu Feng's cards.

The card is facing down.

-

Both players flip their cards simultaneously.

Wu Feng's card is face up - Stone.

The middle-aged man's card is face up—cloth.

Booker Stone.

Wu Feng lost.

One of the six stars in his palm floated out and disappeared into the other person's bracelet.

Four stars become five stars, and six stars become five stars.

-

Wu Feng's face darkened as he stared at the expressionless face opposite him.

The middle-aged man withdrew his wrist, his tone indifferent:

"Want to play another round?"

Just as Wu Feng was about to lift his hand off the edge of the table.

A hand rested on his forearm; it was Su Ye. He gently shook his head and said, "..."

"Let's not play the second game yet."

Wu Feng glanced at him, but didn't ask why. He simply said to the middle-aged man:

"...No."

The middle-aged man didn't argue and turned to walk towards the crowd.

Chen Shou asked from the side:

"Su Ye, what's wrong? Why don't you continue to the next round?"

Following the opponent's lead is the most conservative way to play.

"No, come and see for yourselves!!"

Su Ye gestured for everyone to gather around, then lit up the wristband.

The light screen unfolds, revealing fifteen cards arranged in three columns.

He swiped his finger along the edge of the light screen, and the entire semi-transparent deck interface rotated ninety degrees, from "inward" to "outward," revealing the cards clearly to everyone.

First row: Five stones.

Second row: Five scissors.

Third row: Five pieces of cloth.

The initial arrangement has not been changed.

"I saw it in the last game."

Su Ye's voice was not loud, but it was very clear.

"The opponent never looked at their own deck of cards from beginning to end."

His gaze remained fixed on Captain Wu's hand.

He paused, his fingertips tracing the light screen around him:

"Our decks are all in this initial state."