Blue and White Society

  Chapter 482 Random death

   "Where's your heart?" Mo Poor said in a low voice.

  The black man pouted his big thick lips, but couldn't say anything.

  Mo Poor asked a few more questions one after another, but he didn't know what to ask.

  However, he can read all the words on the paper.

"Rijkaard, decapitated... Nasus decapitated... Hines decapitated... Nasus decapitated... Hines decapitated... Nasus decapitated... Hines decapitated... Nasus decapitated ! There is still space in the back, but start another line..."

  The black man paused for a moment and continued to read: "Rijkaard decapitated! Edward decapitated...Avery, the heart burst...Jones Locke, the brain melted, and then you said brow..."

   "There is still space in the back, but another line is started...Rijkaard's head cut off!"

  After twenty names in a row, he read: "...William, the lungs were torn...Johnson, cut in half, there is still space behind here, another line."

   "Continue, Rijkaard decapitated..."

   Followed by more than a dozen names.

   In this way, he read about one hundred and eighty names in a row before finally talking about himself.

   "Rijkaard, decapitated... Tom Irving, blood evaporated... Matthew Franklin, heart scorched."

   Franklin is the black man in front of him, and the list ends here.

  Mo Poor and Lord Gou looked at each other, what is this, curse record?

   "Who will die?" Mo Poor said, but shook his head.

  Grandfather Gou also shook his head and said: "No, otherwise Rijkaard should have died several times. I don't think it's the same name and surname. This guy's head is severed every time, it's more like a reset."

   "A total of more than 180 people were involved, and Jones Rock was the big drug lord."

   "But it didn't die right, brain melting?"

  Jones Locke was obviously divided into two thousand shares, but it just wrote Brain Smashing.

  Thinking about it carefully, being divided into two thousand shares should be a kind of public execution, perhaps because of violating certain rules.

   "It seems to be a kind of solitaire. This Rijkaard is the starting point. After the end of the round, it starts from him again." Mo Poor said.

   "Death Solitaire? Each round has a different upper limit for the number of passes. Whoever happens to be the last one will die?" Gou Ye said, glancing at the black man.

   Franklin stared blankly at the white paper without any reaction.

   Mo Poor frowned and said: "It may also be time. When the time is up, whoever gets the list will die."

  Franklin remained indifferent, but asked instead: "Who are you?"

  Mo Poor casually took an FBI ID and said, "People who can save you."

   "Really?" Franklin was taken aback, "Can you lift the curse?"

   Lord Gou said: "Not now, can I hypnotize you?"

  Franklin was not nervous at all after hearing this.

   Seeing this, Lord Gou couldn't help hypnotizing him, trying to ask him some information.

  Unexpectedly, Franklin under hypnosis, all the memories related to this piece of paper suddenly became blank, and he didn't know anything about it.

  Master Gou frowned and lifted the hypnosis, and Franklin's face changed, as if he remembered the rules again, and became a little irritable again.

   "Do you know?" Franklin asked, rubbing the white paper.

   Lord Gou shook his head and said: "Your subjectivity will lose its judgment, and you will immediately forget everything about it. You must say these things voluntarily."

  Franklin shook his head with a sneer on his face, how can such a thing be said?

  Grandpa Gou thought for a while, and suddenly threatened: "Tell me the rules, or I will destroy you now."

  Franklin's complexion changed drastically, and he suddenly became violent. He didn't dare to attack, but rushed out of the door to escape.

  Master Gou grabbed him and threw him back on the bed like a chicken.

  Franklin was horrified by his strength, thought he was dead, and cried loudly: "Aren't you the FBI!"

   Lord Gou took out the ID of the Russian intelligence agency and said, "Sorry, I lied to you."

   "No! No!" Franklin looked at the muzzle of Lord Gou, almost crazy, but retreated desperately on the bed.

  Mo Poor curled his lips and said: "It seems that he really can't say it. He has been reminding us before, and I'm afraid he has tried his best."

  Seeing this, Lord Gou put away his gun, took out his FBI ID and smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just kidding, I'm actually still the FBI."

   The corners of Franklin's mouth twitched, his face dazed.

  Mo Poor asked: "If you say...will it be divided into two thousand shares?"

  Franklin pursed his lips and did not speak.

  Master Gou and Mo Poor looked at each other, it seemed that the people on the list couldn't tell the rules of the game, so they gave a lot of hints.

  Take the initiative to say that you may die, but under the control of hypnosis, you will forget the relevant content.

   It's a dead end.

  Mo Poor said: "Take him away first."

   "Find a way to get everyone on the list, especially Rijkaard!"

  Under Gou Ye's request and comfort, Franklin finally held the blank paper and followed them away.

  If there are only names, it is not easy to find all the people on the list. After all, there are too many people with the same name and surname.

   And the scope, most likely the whole world.

   However, Rijkaard is probably the best one to find, because he starts every time.

  …

   "Zhimouse 3534, jump on that piece of paper." Lord Gou said.

  In a warehouse of Lanbai Society where Franklin was temporarily housed, a chimos climbed onto the table, ate a piece of biscuit, and lay down on the white paper.

  Franklin looked at the mouse in surprise, when he heard the mouse squeak.

   He didn't know that it was the language of the wimomouse, speaking of a blank page.

   "What? No words?" Lord Gou frowned, so he had to let another D-class personnel come over.

  D-class personnel entered the warehouse and were told to sit opposite Franklin.

   "Pick up that piece of paper and read the content on it." Lord Gou said.

  The D-class personnel took a deep breath, looked desperately at Franklin on the opposite side, and asked, "Say something, please."

  Franklin looked at him in a daze, but said nothing.

  Gritting his teeth, the D-class personnel reached out and picked up the white paper.

   But nothing happened. He looked at the blank paper over and over again, and said in surprise, "Nothing was written."

   Seeing this, Mo Qiong said to Lord Gou: "It seems that only those who are on the list can see the words."

  Grandfather Gou nodded and said, "Franklin, please write his name. Um... just cut off his head."

   Said, told the black man the real name of the D-class personnel, and gave him a pen.

Franklin got the pen and wrote down the name of the D-level personnel without hesitation. However, Mo Poor noticed that Franklin didn't feel relieved at all after writing the name. .

  The D-class personnel don't know anything, they are extremely disturbed, and their expressions are very nervous.

  After Franklin finished writing, the piece of paper disappeared from his hand in an instant, and appeared in front of the D-class personnel at the same time, and slowly fell down.

  The D-class personnel hurriedly caught the paper, looked at it intently, their expressions changed a bit, and then they heaved a sigh of relief and even laughed out loud.

   "What are you laughing at?" Franklin asked in disbelief.

  He just read the list and knew the rules of the game, but he was scared to death.

   This thing is extremely weird, and it is definitely not a joke. At that time, he was almost going crazy with anxiety, but he did not expect that the person in front of him, who is called a D-level personnel, was relieved and had fun!

  The D-class personnel laughed: "It's much better than I imagined..."

  Franklin said in amazement: "Is this okay?"

  Mo Poor said: "The horror he experienced is beyond your imagination."

  Franklin was puzzled, thinking that these people are dedicated to solving this kind of... something like a curse from the devil?

   "Write Zhishu 3534 on it." Mo Poor said.

  Unexpectedly, the D-class personnel who were relieved just now turned pale, and looked at Mo Poor pleadingly.

   "No? Only for humans?" Mo Poor frowned.

  Grandpa Gou said in a deep voice: "Then there is no way, you know, tell the rules, or be shot dead."

  The D-class personnel burst into tears, froze there, looking at Lord Gou in despair.

  Franklin was taken aback. Lord Gou also made this joke with him before, but it was a joke after all, and he just confirmed the reaction to judge whether he would die if he said it.

   Now that these people already know that they will die if they say it, they still force this so-called D-level personnel to say it. It seems that they are not joking at all.

   "Okay...I understand." The D-class personnel said hoarsely.

  Franklin was surprised first and then pleased. This person is willing to try his own method, so he is naturally willing. Although I said that it will be divided into two thousand shares, I haven't seen it with my own eyes after all.

  Even though this piece of paper is extremely weird, the state of my heart at this moment is like being controlled by a demon, but what if I say that I won’t die.

  The person in front of him can verify it himself, so that he can better understand his predicament.

  Unexpectedly, Mo Poor said: "Forget it, he might die before he can finish a sentence."

   Lord Gou shrugged and said: "But we must know the information."

  Mo Poor looked at the D-class personnel seriously and said: "You are also experienced. Find a way to remind us about its information."

  The D-class personnel were overjoyed and looked at Mo Poor gratefully.

  He thought about it seriously, and said, "Give me a knife."

  Mo Poor threw his short knife over without saying a word.

  I saw the D-class personnel grab the knife, put it on his neck, and slammed it across.

  The short knife passed through his neck like cutting tofu, and cut it out from the other end. There was not even blood on the neck, and the D-class personnel did not change expression.

  Mo Poor and Lord Gou understood it immediately.

   "You can't cut off your own head?"

  The D-class personnel listened, held their head with both hands vigorously, and directly took off the head.

   There is a white paper-like membrane at the fracture, it seems that it is not impossible to cut off, but it will not kill you if you cut it off, what should you do.

   "It's already happened..." the D-Class said, holding his head.

  Mo Poor realized that this sentence contained a huge amount of information, including Franklin's cardiac arrest, which may also be the case.

   Severed heads and charred hearts are things that have already happened. When they saw their names and the way of death, their heads were severed and their hearts were scorched.

   It's just that the containment protects them from death.

  Decapitation and charring do not affect their survival.

  A very strange characteristic that puts them in a state where they will not be killed by the same method of death again.

  Immune to single death.

   But until when?

   There is no doubt that they will die sooner or later, but the time has not yet come, otherwise Franklin would not feel fear after learning the rules, and their lives may only be temporarily stored in the containment.

  Mo Poor felt that he probably understood that everyone whose name was written would be killed once. But in front of the contents, sometimes 'killed' and 'killed' are two different things.

  They've all been killed by the containment, but they're not dead because it's not their turn to die yet!

   As for the round, it is most likely random.

   "This kind of death solitaire should suddenly cancel the protection of the last person in the containment after a random time." Mo Poor said.

   "The first person will almost never die, because in order to live, it is absolutely impossible not to pass it on to others." Gou Ye said.

  The D-class personnel bowed their heads in silence, struggling very much.

   Seeing what the two said, they suddenly got up and grabbed Mo Poor.

   "What's wrong?" Mo Poor asked.

  The D-class personnel stared into Mo Poor's eyes, tremblingly picked up the pen, then suddenly broke the pen and threw it into the distance.

   "I don't write." The D-class personnel burst into tears.

  Mo Poor was taken aback, his brain spinning wildly.

   At the same time, Franklin became anxious, rushed over to pick up the broken pen, stuffed it in the hands of the D-class personnel, and growled: "Are you a fool?"

  However, the D-class personnel threw the pen again, even pushed the blank paper away, and said firmly: "You don't understand!"

  Franklin's eyes widened, and he punched him hard in anger.

  Mo Poor stopped him instantly, pressed his seat back, looked at the D-class personnel and said, "Are you sure you don't want to write?"

   "Sure!" The D-class personnel held his head and wiped his tears on his chest.

   Mo Poor smiled and said, "Thank you, I understand."

  D-class personnel will not give up their vitality, but at this moment, they are determined not to pass it on, which is to remind him: I don’t write, and I don’t necessarily die.

   On the other hand, Franklin was in a hurry, but he just called him a fool.

   That is to say, Franklin is only likely to die.

"Obviously, it's a turntable random! Everyone in Solitaire may die, not necessarily the last one, but everyone. So before Franklin wrote other people's names, he still felt heavy and didn't feel relieved. " Mo Poor said.

   Lord Gou nodded and said: "So the longer the solitaire, the lower the probability of everyone."

"From this point of view, the most stupid thing is that in the first round, these two people should know each other, and they seem to be on the same page, writing each other crazily... In fact, everyone should add new people to share the probability, so as to increase as much as possible own survival rate."

  The D-Class smiled, exactly.

   Except for fools and daring people, most people will not pass it on.

  As a D-class personnel, he said he was dead before, not to mention being shot dead, it can be said that he is 100% sure to die.

  And Mo Poor gave him a glimmer of life. For D-class personnel, it is better than 100% death.

  At this moment, in the latest round of Solitaire, there are only four people. They were Rijkaard, Tom, Franklin and him.

   Solitaire has stagnated, so the four of them have a 25% mortality rate for each of them.

  For others, this is simply brain-dead behavior, the death rate is too high, one in four, what if he dies at the same time?

  So Franklin was shocked and furious. But I don't know, this is nothing to D-level personnel, even if it is 99%, he still has to fight for the chance.

   Let the members know as much as possible, but also save themselves.

  But Franklin was furious and cursed: "Is that how you saved me? I want to sue you FBI!"

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  (end of this chapter)