Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 184: Coin ruling

Qucheng is a small city with a population of less than 10,000. In fact, it’s only in the last few decades that the audience chooses this place as their nest. After all, in the past two hundred years, one batch of one The audiences of the batch came to this world basically in the posture of being chased and killed by the local indigenous strong, that is, after the balance of power between the two sides was deviated and destroyed, the audience could truly start to have a place to stay.

Nowadays, as the last batch of the world’s indigenous peoples’ peak power that can be formed into a system has been defeated, for most of the listeners, it is time to "put the horses in the mountains".

They can have a few hundred years less time to think, live, and enjoy, usher in their true "good life", and no longer have to worry about the number of kills that must be completed by broadcasts every once in a while. There is no need to bite the bullet again and again to sneak attacks and hard work.

A quiet, comfortable and unfettered life is coming. If they want, they can even create a religion, or even a country or regime under their own name.

When the broadcasters really move over, they will not be able to continue to have such unfettered days. They will become as low-key as they used to be in the reality of their own world, but when they think about it, they only need to be a little low-key to enjoy it. The comfortable and unrestrained life of a hundred years of land immortals has been treated like a paradise for listeners whose average life span is equivalent to that of a "cicada" in humans.

The ordinary people in Qucheng don’t know who is in charge of the city, but they are serving the lives of the listeners here. Whether it’s women, food or other various needs, the listeners are all You can get what you need here.

Of course, there is no internet in this world, but even the life of ancient princes is enough to make the audience comfortable.

At this moment, an Eastern man and a Western man are sitting in front of the chessboard and playing a game of Chinese chess. The two sides are inextricably killed. Basically, at the end of the game, the winner can rarely be distinguished. Personal intelligence and computing power have surpassed the limits of ordinary people too much, and it is too pediatric for them to take one step and two steps.

But they prefer this kind of game. These two people also have a high status in Qucheng. After all, they belong to the group of listeners from Litchi. Now there are less than ten people left in that group. For the audience who came over, they are undoubtedly more qualified and can gain some respect.

However, nowadays, they are the most laid-back category of the "world under heaven", unlike the latest group of big guys who have to hunt down those who slip through the net for a little bit of points.

The western man lighted a cigarette, which was wrapped in locally grown tobacco. At first, he was not very accustomed to smoking, but slowly, it became natural and he enjoyed it. He even looked for Some special tobacco leaves have been improved by themselves, and it is possible that after a thousand years of this world, there will be legends that belong to him, the father of cigarettes and the like.

"The radio should be moving soon, right?"

"It's coming soon."

However, at this moment, the ground began to vibrate, and the whole Qucheng also began to vibrate.

The two men stood up together and flew up together, looking into the distance,

A Qin army is marching from a distance,

For a while,

The sunset is like blood.

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Fatty sang a few songs in a row and recovered his calm. The three of them are not hypocritical people. I have seen too much between life and death and I have experienced too much personally, so there is nothing I can't let go of.

If there was a silver lining in the past, everyone had a big deal and tried their best, but this time the three of them didn't have the energy to fight for anything, so just wait quietly.

In the end, there were only two cigarettes left. The fat man handed one to Su Bai, and the other was divided into two halves, which were distributed to Lord Buddha and himself.

"Differentiated treatment?" Su Bai, who was obviously better paid, joked at this time.

"You are the prince, you deserve it." Fatty wasn't a disadvantaged lord and went back ironically.

"Hehe." Su Bai smiled and spit out a smoke ring, "It's unlucky for you to follow along."

"It's boring to say that." The fat man shook his head. Although he has always claimed to be a loyal fat man from broadcasting and broadcasting the prince, he actually didn't get any benefits from it. I've been addicted to it.

Of course, everyone’s path is his own choice. Fatty knows that his wisest choice is actually to watch the fire from the other side, but he has no regrets at all for getting himself into this field. People always go crazy. .

Speaking from the bottom of my heart, sometimes fat people are really envious of Su Baifa's mental illness, and live casually. Who doesn't want to?

Even ordinary people have the urge to see the phone ringing after a day of exhaustion and don't want to take that **** job and **** interpersonal relationship.

"Okay, no need to be sensational, let's see how to choose from the radio." The Buddha shook his soot. He seemed to be serious about putting on a serious face but failed. He shook his head helplessly. The emotions before death cannot be brewed."

"Hahaha..." The fat man smiled, smiling happily, "Me too."

The sandalwood has burned to the end, and it seems that there is only the last trace left. The three people stared at that position together, as if they were waiting for the final judgment.

It's just that when the sandalwood reached its critical point, it actually paused.

One second,

Ten seconds,

One minute,

Nothing happened.

"The time should be right." The fat man murmured, and then took the initiative to ran under the incense and watched, "Fuck, it's still burning, not extinguished, but it can't finish."

Faculty and Su Bai also got up together. They walked to the sandalwood and looked at the last trace of sandalwood that was still burning.

"Does this mean that it succeeded over there?" Foye asked, "Qilu and Fusu are done?"

"Should it." The fat man scratched his head again, "Then how do we get out? The main mission of the broadcast has been announced. Although the incense is still burning now, how do we get out?"

Broadcasting is a carrier of rules. It seems to override the rules, but in fact the rules control the operation. Therefore, even if Fusu and the monk are really successful, the main task of the broadcasting is the main task. The sandalwood can be kept burning, but it is impossible to release Su Bai and Fatty Buddha out of the three without any reason without any reason.

Broadcasting cannot do inconsistent things.

"In this case, we can at least be sure that the broadcast is not playing us. Anyway, we are ready to die together three people or randomly selected one to die, so at this time the broadcast will borrow sandalwood to burn forever. It’s a pointless thing for a BUG to tease us and let us kill each other.” Su Bai analyzed, “Then let’s take a gamble, gamble on me or the fat man, you and Buddha. One party is a clone."

The fat man groaned for a while, and he understood what Su Bai meant. Although now because the three of them have no news to communicate with the outside world in the story world, this abnormal sandalwood also ignited everyone’s so-called hope for survival, but nothing can be done. The final conclusion.

But the three of them who were planning to lose everything are not really bad to gamble.

"Now, if Fusu is really successful, then the broadcast should immediately stop the listener destruction plan. We senior listeners and the most talented senior listeners will definitely be held in the palms of their hands as treasures. "Fatty didn't have a heartbeat when he said that talent is best." Therefore, we can only think that one of us is a clone, but the person on the other side does not know that he is a clone. Body.

Moreover, this story world is likely to have two circles, exactly the same circle. For example, in another story scene, there are also three of us. "

"I can only think so. If the broadcast does not want to kill us, it can only set it like this, even if it didn’t set it like this at the beginning, but in order to remedy it, in order not to let us die, it will also follow us. It’s a big deal to expand the idea of ​​~IndoMTL.com. After this time, we can instill a bit of memory into the other party, which can be regarded as perfecting its story world." Foye said.

"Then, the last question, how do we judge which party is the clone? You know, if this factor is taken into account in the initial setting of the broadcast, then it is very likely that there are two groups of us in the two stories. Three people, we have to make a choice, which one to kill?" The fat man wondered, "If both story worlds choose to kill the same group of people, then no matter how broadcast remedies, we must have one party to die, even if broadcast Don’t want us to die anymore."

Su Bai dropped his cigarette **** on the ground and said to the fat man: "Fat man, do you have any coins?"

"Toss a coin?" The fat man froze for a while and immediately understood what Su Bai meant. He immediately took out an ancient coin from his pocket, "Kill you on the head, and you kill us both on the back."

Su Bai nodded and agreed, and Buddha on one side also agreed.

"Actually, the pressure is really not great." The fat man murmured to himself. Tossing a coin is generally about luck, especially if the fat man just tossed it without applying any calculations and tricks, it is entirely a matter of luck. Now, in the story world, looking at luck is actually equivalent to watching the broadcast mood, but with this form of letting the broadcast tell yourself and others who should kill.

"Life is dead." The fat man snorted and threw the coin in his hand into the air.

The coin flips continuously in the air,

Finally landed on the ground,

is the front.

Su Bai smiled slightly and motioned for Fatty to start with Buddha, and said at the same time,

"I try my best to minimize my vitality, otherwise I am afraid you will kill too hard."

The fat man, who was a little embarrassed, suddenly had an urge to beat the guy in front of him.