The chicken was offended

Wang Mingcheng looked at Lu Yifei, knowing that he seemed to be joking, but his eyes were shining with fire.

He patted him along the back.

Lu Yifei didn't feel refreshed looking at the annoyed Li Xingren.

Li Xingren is a time bomb, but he never found out that he was cheating her, but he also discovered in the video that Li Xingren and Li Niannian who were beside them had too many similarities in personality. Extremist, no compromise, serious occasional flashes of disdain for Yang Luan who is helping her by his side, he should have thought of that.

"So what, you will die sooner or later. None of you can escape." Li Xingren was clearly smiling, there was no smile in his eyes, it only made people feel scalp numb.

"Bah, bah, shut up if you can't speak." Yu Mei'e unceremoniously stuffed a cloth in her mouth, and she didn't know where she found it.

It's definitely unrealistic for Yu Mei'e to look at Li Xingren, when it's just the two of them, it's fine for Yu Mei'e to kill her if she doesn't do something.So everyone has to hand over this burden to Yang Luan.

Yang Luan, who always went straight and said what he had to say, was hit hard by this incident, but Li Xingren was a girl after all, and it was more appropriate for her to watch over her. Yang Luan also knew this.

She tilted her head, and no longer had direct contact with Li Xingren's eyes, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Now that nothing happened, Lu Yifei felt pain in his hand. The knife in the palm of his hand was in a very coincidental position. It looked like there was a lot of bleeding, but no bones were hurt. Wang Mingcheng had already shown him that it was a flesh wound, nothing serious. A nerve was injured, and a simple bandage was done to stop the bleeding.

In order to prevent him from moving around and there was no splint at hand, Wang Mingcheng tied Lu Yifei's left hand with adhesive tape to a moderately sized plastic toothbrush cup.

Lu Yifei felt that this binding method was very confusing, but it might be popular in the industry with Wang Mingcheng and the others, so he happily named it "Hand Cup".

Lu Yifei, who felt a little thirsty due to blood loss, was raising his own cup, signaling to Wang Mingcheng to add water: "Full up, let me punish myself for my recklessness."

Wang Mingcheng clasped his cap, turned to himself, and smiled angrily, staring at his open mouth with deep pupils: "You still have the strength to make a joke, I don't think you feel any pain."

Meng Lang, who was visiting the "Hand Cup", said in his heart, Brother Lu is really not afraid of death, the boss is staring at him with sparks in his eyes, and he is still there.

Wang Mingcheng said that he was about to walk away, but he didn't expect the other party to blink his round almond eyes, put his chin on the cup and pretend nothing happened, which made him feel like a cat scratched his heart and couldn't express his anger.

What's more, this dog pretending to be a cat yelled "Brother Wang, my hand hurts" loudly, it was worse than a child.

"Then it hurts." Having said that, Wang Mingcheng still went to the refrigerator to dig out the ice tray, took out ice cubes and wrapped them in a towel to give him a cold compress.

Lu Yifei's eyes were like fried eggs, and he was so moved beyond words: "Brother Wang is the best, your girlfriend will be really blessed in the future."

Sometimes it's better not to say thank you.

Wang Mingcheng's face darkened visibly again: "Oh, he better have such a thick skin as you can bear."

In this chaotic morning, one looked crazy and was tied up, one was seriously injured and had to lie down, and the other was slightly injured and his mouth was still pouting...Meng Lang suddenly felt that this configuration seemed to be a bit promising unpredictable.

The topic that everyone didn't want to bring up before had to be put on the agenda before nightfall: Who will be sent to that room tonight?

Originally, there were so many candidates, everyone thought it would not be me.The fluke mentality was like a bubble in the sun, which was suddenly punctured after the chaos in the morning.

The probability of nine people choosing one person is 0.1111. No one would think that they are so unlucky. However, the situation is different now. Li Xingren has gone crazy, so he can't send a lunatic inside. Li Xingren didn't want to let everyone If she survived, there was no guarantee that even if she came out alive, she would not provide them with any useful information.

Yan Changhai was seriously injured in his abdomen, and he didn't even know if he would survive. Sending someone to that room was equivalent to knocking on the door of the hell.

There is also Lu Yifei, even if his wounds are not counted, it is extremely risky to send the team's brains into it.What's more, the two door gods guarding the cubs around him, how could they obediently let Lu Yifei walk in by himself.

After delivering the meal to Yan Changhai at night, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "How many of us...who will go to that room at night?"

It was Yang Luan who spoke. She always felt that if she didn't speak, no one would break the silence today. Although she was also afraid of being selected, she was somewhat confident that she would not be selected.

"Can't we send that Li Xingren there? Anyway, she's crazy, and it's a good thing if she can be useful in the end." Yu Mei'e leaned on the sofa and said, hugging her chest.

"She's just crazy, she's not going to die, it's kind of cruel to do that," Meng Lang said.

She sat up straight from the sofa and straightened her neck: "Oh, you love her so much, so go for her."

Meng Lang punched the sofa: "Why do you always want to influence others to go or not?"

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, Bian Hongbo yelled "Enough", and the two who didn't know what he wanted to do shut up.

Those who go to that room are risking their lives, but as long as they can find clues and get out, it is very possible to crack the real secret of this house.It is very important to choose who to go, but everyone cherishes their lives, and no one wants to fall into a situation of isolation and helplessness. No one volunteers to come forward when facing the election.

Bian Hongbo went to find a pen and paper, but this was just the beginning: "Since no one wants to go, except Brother Yan and Li Xingren who can't go, let's draw lots, isn't it fair?"

In comparison, it is a better choice to remove the ability of zombies to move and people who lose their minds.

After Bian Hongbo said so, seeing no objection, he took action and found a pen and paper, wrote and drew on it, crumpled it up and threw it casually on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

The balls of paper were scattered in the center of the table, they all looked similar to the naked eye, and the fate of everyone was about to be decided fairly.

As the lottery maker, Bian Hongbo said that he did not draw first, but spread his palms to invite others to choose first.

Drawing lots has been a good tool for predecessors to make decisions since ancient times, although in recent years, after the popularity of smart tools, this activity has gradually withdrawn from people's lives.As far as their current situation is concerned, they only need a simple and no objection method, and the lottery is all based on luck, which is more fair and convincing.

But this is relatively speaking, as long as the lottery is initiated by a person, even if it is an online lottery, there will always be loopholes, not to mention... Wang Mingcheng raised his eyebrows silently as he watched Bian Hongbo advance rapidly.

Everyone drew lots one after another. Although they knew that the probability was only 0.14, their hearts seemed to jump out of their mouths. It seemed that even the people around them could hear the noise in their chests.

When everyone was hesitating, Yu Hao stretched out his hand and picked up a ball of paper. From a psychological point of view, the psychological pressure of the people who drew lots at the beginning was lighter than those who drew lots later. No mercy.

- It's a black circle.

To draw and write notes, Bian Hongbo used two kinds of pens. One red signifies winning the lottery, that is, being selected to enter that room, while black is naturally a safe card.

The ball of paper that Yang Luan opened was also a black circle.

Meng Lang's is also black.

In this way, the safety card is six to three, and the probability of subsequent drawing of the red circle increases.But three of the remaining four are black, and the probability of drawing black is relatively high.

Yu Mei'e stretched out her hand and moved it over the remaining paper balls, hesitating.

Bian Hongbo couldn't stand it anymore and kept urging her, but she couldn't stand the urging and chose one.

As if he couldn't wait any longer, Bian Hongbo was about to grab the next ball of paper when everyone's eyes were on the content of the note she was about to open—

Wang Mingcheng, who was still waiting, shot quickly, stretched out his hand seemingly inadvertently, blocked Bian Hongbo's hand, and grabbed the two paper balls in the remaining three.

Bian Hongbo stared at him, but Wang Mingcheng felt chills all over his body.

Wang Mingcheng gave one of the two balls of paper to Lu Yifei, and both of them opened it at the same time, both of which were black circles. At this time, Yu Mei'e also opened it, which was also a black circle.

In this way, the only red circle is in the hands of the promoter of this game.Everyone looked at him with a little bit of sympathy and pity.

Bian Hongbo tightened his grip on the two balls of paper, one black and one red, and clenched his back molars. Originally, he made seven black circles, but the eighth extra red circle was still in his hand. If he had to take advantage of the diversion of everyone's attention to switch in, the winners would only be the two people behind him.

Who knew it was such a coincidence that the only draws behind him were Wang Mingcheng and Lu Yifei, no matter who they were, he would be very satisfied with the result.

This plan is not perfect, but as long as it is fast, everyone will complete his arrangement unconsciously before they have time to think, so he advances quickly, leaving no room for it.

"You, you..." Bian Hongbo's body was stiff, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he couldn't speak smoothly.

Wang Mingcheng flicked his fingers, and flicked the ball of paper to the ground at will: "Why, it's just a lottery, should there be rounds?"

This is the convenience and quickness of drawing lots. Of course, some people prefer to draw in order, but in terms of probability, both simultaneous and successive draws are [-]/[-]th, and it is understandable for people to draw together.

But for manipulators, of course it's different!

The skin behind Bian Hongbo's ears turned red. As a lottery maker, even if he had a black circle in his hand, he couldn't take it out at this time.The seven cards were all black. If the seventh card he finally took out was still a black card, it was obvious that the game he was advancing was for cheating!

He could only swallow Coptis chinensis.

Everyone who thought that Bian Hongbo had won the lottery and made a big fuss was relieved to see that he was so calm, but his face was not good.Before he could speak, Meng Lang said: "Don't be afraid, we will send you in at night, and everyone will give you advice."

Although Meng Lang was well-intentioned, with the lessons learned that Wang and Lu Zhuang didn't know about, these words were especially harsh to Bian Hongbo's ears.

Lu Yifei understood what had happened when he took the paper ball from Wang Mingcheng, and now that the candidates had been settled under the eyes of everyone, he called Wang Mingcheng to come over and whispered: "Look at Bian Hongbo, I suspect that he may have another trick for being so calm. "

Until nine o'clock in the evening, there was nothing unusual about Bian Hongbo, except that he paced more often.

In Yan Changhai's room, Meng Lang went to clean up his dinner.Yan Changhai leaned against the head of the bed clutching his bleeding abdomen. Meng Lang persuaded him to lie down, but he refused.

"I don't want you to come in, I'm lying like a corpse, let me sit."

Seeing him like this, Meng Lang stopped persuading him, looked at Yan Changhai who was suffering so hard, and told him about the candidate for entering the room, so that he could divert his attention a little.

"It's already decided that Bian Hongbo will go in? Isn't he clamoring for a replacement?"

"No, the candidates have already been decided."

Meng Lang saw Yan Changhai heaved a sigh of relief visibly, and an unreasonable idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

Did brother Yan get injured on purpose so that he could quietly eliminate the candidates from the team.

Then he scolded himself for this unreliable guess.Impossible, Brother Yan has always been fair and rigorous, he must have been infected with suspicion by Yu Mei'e, and actually suspected that Brother Yan was such a person.

Yan Changhai saw that he suddenly started beating himself inexplicably, and thought he was bewitched: "Why are you beating yourself?"

Meng Lang was a little ashamed: "It's nothing, just wake up."