Chapter 257 Hidden Lies

Both men were a little out of control. It was unknown 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 had not yet been stabilized, but there were cracks.

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

When everyone was hesitating, an unexpected figure slowly walked over.

It was the "Earth Sheep" who had been standing in the center of the room.

Earth Sheep looked at the dead "poor man" with a serious look, then raised his head and said to the knife-wielding man: "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 it seemed that Earth Sheep did not allow killing people?

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

If Qi Xia guessed correctly, he would start to lie.

"He is hopeless." Earth Sheep 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!"

Earth Sheep stood up, without any explanation, and quickly slapped the big man.

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 are following the rules I set. If you dare to do something out of line, I will never hold back. I have confiscated this man's fan, so you can go away."

After saying this, Di Yang took out five fans from the big man's pocket, then pushed away the crowd of 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.

Qi Xia saw Di Yang's performance and slowly reached out to touch his chin.

Why did Di Yang remain indifferent when killing the "rich man", but when killing the "poor man", 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 safe for the time being, 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 Di Yang 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 "non-escaped" died... that would make the remaining number an odd number, and eventually one of them would be left alone.

That's why Di Yang took action.

If he wanted to get the number back to an even number again, the best way for him was to kill another person.

Although it was a bit strange, Qi Xia felt that this idea was more reasonable.

Next he needed 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.

A large number of fans floated in his mind, and then they were neatly arranged into four teams.

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

Di Yang once said that at the beginning, there were the same number of fans of four colors.

But there were a total of fifty people on the scene, and each person started with three fans, which means that in the first round, Ren Yang sent out 150 fans.

How to evenly distribute the four colors of 150 fans?

37.5 fans per fan?

Isn't this contradictory?

Did Di Yang lie about this issue?

"It shouldn't be..." Qi Xia frowned and said silently in his heart, "Lying on such a critical issue is too fatal. This will cause the reputation of this game to deteriorate... There is no "returning customer" 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 of one suit, and one of each of the remaining suits. This will result in only two people being able to escape from the entire game. In other words, the settings of fifty people, one hundred and fifty fans, and the cheating game are completely meaningless.

It would be 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" remaining on the field, he would not be able to win the game anyway.

But the number of 37.5 made him unable to move.

Then there is only another possibility...

At this time, Qi Xia stood in the middle of the room, just in time to see everyone 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 a total of forty participants standing on the field.

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

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, leaving 46 people.

Half an hour later, the first team of "rich people" escaped, leaving 44 people.

Then, the person who bought all the "sorrows" lost his teammates and escaped alone, leaving 43 people.

Finally, Qin Dingdong and the Sichuan and Chongqing man escaped, leaving 41 people.

Remove the body of a "rich man" and the body of an old man, and there should be 39 people standing on the field.

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

Why are there 40 people left here?

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

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

Are there really 50 participants?

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

The team of 50 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.

"Diyang... 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.

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