Purple Yawu

Half of the face seemed to be embedded with a spider, covered with wrinkles, and the other half was furry, like a cat.

Then the cat lady opened the corners of her mouth, and her tone was as gentle as the sea breeze and whispered:

"Son, grandma is back."

She paced back and forth in the room, and then grimaced: "It seems that you are a little disobedient, making the room dirty."

Mrs. Cat's eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped on Lu Fengqian: "My child, I can smell my daughter's red. Did you steal my wine?"

Lu Fengqian bit his lip: "No."

The other party stared into Lu Fengqian's eyes, and then spoke for a long time:

"Son, you didn't lie."

Then she turned around and raised her hands: "Children, since grandma is back, I'm going to treat everyone to drink Nurhong."

Mrs. Cat bent down, picked up the two cans of Nurhong under the tribute table, and opened them on the table.

She seemed to squint her eyes: "My wine is gone!"

Mrs. Cat pointed to the three people, and made a distorted expression as if she was using her facial muscles for the first time: "You three bad boys! Only one can be left to make wine!"

She paused, and said in a serious tone, "The rest will be chopped up by grandma to make wine."

At this moment, He Ming felt like falling into an abyss.

Mrs. Cat scratched the door in a panic, and then left angrily, leaving only the loud slamming sound of the door.

The three stayed where they were.

Tang Xiangwan smiled self-deprecatingly: "It seems that our fate has come to an end."

Lu Fengqian: "I don't think this is the only way."

He Ming looked at the other party: "What else can I do?"

Lu Fengqian: "From entering the system to now, the number of surviving people is actually an arithmetic progression, with a tolerance of minus ten, so according to common sense, the number of surviving people after this game is over is seventeen."

"Now there are nine groups of people. Under the premise that the rules remain unchanged, if two people die in such a group, there will be nine people left in the end, which does not conform to the previous rules at all."

He Ming nodded in agreement: "There is another question, if the death toll exceeds the limit of the system itself, how will it be dealt with?"

Lu Fengqian replied: "Maybe there is some death restriction, after all, there is no exception to this rule."

Tang Xiangwan clapped his hands: "You are very smart, but how long do you think this game can last? How many people can get out alive in the end?"

He paused: "Sometimes, it's a good choice to remove obstacles in advance. Then please think about it, are you and I now someone else's thorn in the side and thorn in the flesh?"

Lu Fengqian sneered, and the atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point.

This is not an analysis of probability, but a test of people's hearts.

At the same time, in another room of Miao Village.

Jiang Zekai looked at the two corpses in front of him, and sat on the ground slumped.The blood is still flowing, like a river passing by his feet.

His white shirt is still clean, just like his ethereal soul, blank and boring.

Jiang Zekai's thoughts drifted back to the past.

He and his sister were surrounded by a group of villains who tried their best, everyone was like a colorful face, pointing at the two people and smiling: "Good brothers and sisters, different surnames, it turns out that they are crazy old ladies, they are monks, no one hurts, no one loves them." People love-"

At that time, he would protect his sister, and then let others hit him with small hands.

But later, they didn't dare to get close to themselves.

In other words, from ridicule to disgust and even fear: "Stay away from him, his father is a murderer."

It's really ironic now, maybe like father like son, he really became a murderer in the end.

But Jiang Zekai knew that before the execution, there was one more thing waiting for him to do.