DipNovel Chapter 71 We can't win!
Chapter 71 We can't win!
Chapter 71 We can't win!
Sixty seconds————
Mingpo's lips curled up slightly.
He already knew it was a lie when Lin Ya gave him that number.
Because she didn't have the guts to bet on 6,000 seconds, and it was simply impossible for her to calculate the optimal solution in such a short time.
Mo made them listen to the rules and start betting immediately, and they had to complete each round of betting within a time limit, so as not to give them any extra time to think.
The most important thing in this game is time!
When people first hear the rules, unless they can come up with the optimal solution within a few seconds, they basically make bets based on instinct.
In a sense, this game is a "psychological test"—first, it uses the crisis of death to push people to their limits, and then tests their intelligence, personality, trust in others, and crisis decision-making tendencies.
Can you quickly understand what you're about to do? Can you judge how others will choose based on previous brief exchanges and communication? In this situation, are you inclined to kill others, or simply want to protect yourself? Do you want to take the initiative, or choose the most moderate option for safety?
Once the game actually starts, time immediately becomes even more pressing!
Understanding the rules takes time, counting the seconds in your head takes time, calculating other people's betting time takes time, and thinking about your own strategy for the next round also takes time.
"If only there were more time," "If only time could stand still"—the charlatans who survive this game will surely understand this rule more deeply and realize the preciousness of the time advantage.
Is this the game designed by "Weigu Qiongchen"?
Mingpo increasingly felt that this "destitute and impoverished" person might actually be him.
This line of thinking is quite similar to his.
For this very reason, Mingpo knew that Lin Ya would absolutely not dare to choose sixty seconds.
She has a clever streak and always tries to take the lead, even at the cost of taking some risks—just like when she first tried to bring Mingpo, who was suspected of having just committed murder, into the picture.
She was visibly frustrated after losing the previous round due to a lack of control. Now, she'll naturally want to seize the initiative. Therefore, she'll bet higher.
But at the same time, deep down she also feared the strong.
She dared not directly clash with the powerful, nor dared she gamble her fate. Just as she dared not directly ally with Mingpo, because she couldn't be sure if doing so would make her a target. She wouldn't drive a path to certain death; she would always leave herself a way out.
She might back down and bet on 59 seconds, or she might back down again and bet on 58 seconds, or even back down more—but she certainly wouldn't dare bet on a full 60 seconds.
Because that would mean she had no way out.
However, Mingpo did not expose Lin Ya's lie.
Because she still has room for excuses; she could also say that she was trying to fool others.
Mingpo's upstream partner is the hostile [Protector].
If the protector decides to kill Minper, he will try to coordinate with the monkey to create a 59-second burst.
In that case, the protectors would be the ones killed in the explosion.
From another perspective, whether Mingpo or the protector is killed in the explosion, Lin Ya is still in a winning position. At least she survived and still got the benefits.
Because Mingpo, as her teammate and upstream player, couldn't kill her with a quick explosion—
If Mingpo wanted to time her down to kill her, she would need Lin Ya's reading to know the precise time; at that point, Lin Ya could counter Mingpo. If she sought help from the opposing team, they could also report an incorrect reading to kill her.
Therefore, Mingpo plans to wait until the "bomb" falls into his hands before taking action.
He intended to remain silent until then.
However, neither Mingpo nor Lin Ya expected that—
—Click.
Accompanied by the sound of a button being pressed.
The beeping timer that had just started suddenly stopped.
"The dealer is the monkey."
The host's voice rang out simultaneously.
The other three all looked up at the same time, staring at the monkey in surprise.
Even the host didn't urge the monkey to immediately reset the timer, but instead looked at the monkey with its head down with great interest.
This is completely illogical behavior—
Even if Lin Ya really set the shortest time, it would still be a full sixty seconds!
The monkey pressed the button the moment it was in his hand. Less than five seconds had passed.
—This means that the monkey's remaining time has increased by at least fifty seconds!
However, his own "absolute safety time limit" is too low, having only consumed fifteen seconds in the last round.
If he doesn't kill anyone else, it means he's almost certainly at the bottom!
"What are you doing!"
The protector was furious: "Why did you do this?!"
If his hands hadn't been restrained, he would have slammed his fist on the table in anger.
"I'm very interested too."
The host interjected, "Come on, I'll give you some time to tell me."
"Uncle—you've already used up twenty-three seconds, haven't you?"
The monkey looked up at its protector.
From his timid, confused, and even bloodshot eyes, Mingpo saw a hint of determination.
The monkey took a deep breath and said, "I used up 15 seconds in the first round, so your betting time should be within 38 seconds. That means you have a maximum of 75 seconds left."
"What are you doing, monkey!"
The protector's fists clenched, his chubby face flushed red: "It's none of your business! Just have fun!"
He had already realized what the monkey was going to do.
"—Uncle!"
The monkey's voice suddenly became louder.
He looked at the fat man, his voice almost cracking: "How can we win! One is a bookmaker, the other a master, and they even know each other!"
"They've all started working together, buddy! We can't win!"
Perhaps not.
The protector's lips moved, but he did not say the words.
He looked at the monkey and fell silent.
"Uncle, you saved me in the last game."
The monkey said earnestly, word by word, "I, Liu—I, the monkey, am not the kind of person who doesn't know how to be grateful."
"Now it's my turn to return it to you, sir. You can leave now—I'll deal with them."
"You're doing this—"
The protector closed his eyes in pain: "What difference does what you're doing make from one of us losing?
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"some."
The monkey's face turned red, and it shouted, "There must be one!"
"How could there be no difference? How could there be no difference between losing and dying? How could there be no difference between you and me?"
"What were you thinking when you saved me in the last game, old man?"
"I don't know you, and they don't know you—what difference does it make whether I fall or they fall?!"
"I just—"
The protector murmured, "Because you didn't fall directly. Because you—were calling for my help."
"I asked you for help, and you rescued me! So you are my protector!"
The monkey's face had turned as red as a monkey's bottom—that might not just be excitement and exhilaration, but also tension and fear.
Even so, he did not waver.
"I want the timer set for eighty seconds, sir! I'll get you out of here first!"
Before the host could urge him, the monkey entered the numbers and clicked "pass".
The beeping sound in front of him rang out, and the protector closed his eyes.
The monkey saved him, but he couldn't even save the monkey.
Because he is the monkey's next in line, and his next in line is "Frankenstein".
This is a game where only the player before you can save the player after you.
So—that's why teammates weren't assigned to opposite tables like in mahjong or card games, but rather to tables above and below each other?
The fat man was momentarily stunned.
He felt his eyes getting a little wet.
But with both hands restrained, he couldn't even wipe away his tears.
So, if I can't help but cry, how can I see the time above my teammates' heads?
A thought flashed through the protector's mind.
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