Some crazy uniformed women picked up their revolvers, and there was another burst of maniacal laughter, and her laughter grew louder and smaller. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info her laughter stopped, and at the same time, another mysterious smile was revealed, and her appearance no longer looked normal. The uniformed woman kept her mysterious and inscrutable smile and raised her revolver to her head.

"Click!"

[To confirm that No. 088 has completed firing, please hand over the revolver to No. 093.] 】

The uniformed woman did not stop, she stopped smiling, calmly as if she was not afraid of death, and pulled the trigger again.

"Click!"

As if as fate would have it, the woman in uniform succeeded in taking risks, leaving the monk with a certain death. The uniformed woman calmly threw the revolver to the monk, then slowly returned to her place and sat down.

The monk looked sad, this time he had no chance to spin the chamber of the gun, and there was no chance of survival. But he still acted according to the method that had always allowed him to survive, kneeling on the ground in worship and reciting Buddhist scriptures. It seems that he also prays that the gods he worships will help him. After praying for a short while, the monk seemed to be a little tired, and he pointed his revolver at his temple to shoot.

Before the monks shot, the words of prayer were naturally indispensable: "Nam no Amitabha...... Nam no Amitabha ......"

"Bang!"

The bullet struck the monk's head at close range, his head bursting open like a watermelon, scattering fragments of various tissues on the ground. The monk's body, which had lost its head, shook a few times before falling to the ground like dominoes.

Obviously, no matter how much the monk believed in the gods, the gods would not be able to help him through this mortal situation. The final result was known to everyone when the monk started shooting, so it wasn't surprising. With the death of the monk, only three people are currently left alive and the final game is about to begin.

Since the monk's body did not fall on the table, his body was recovered by the glass cover of the cloister, and the table he was sitting on sank into the ground like the previous ones.

[Due to the death of No. 093, please go back to the bamboo tube to draw a bamboo stick and start the final game.] 】

The three of them left their seats in turn and went to the small table to draw bamboo sticks, and soon their final line was arranged.

[Table 1: No. 004, taekwondo master Xu Qian. 】

[Table 2: No. 030, unkempt man in school uniform. 】

[Table 3: No. 088, white-collar woman in gray uniform. 】

There is only one game left in the game, and the three of them are only one step away from clearing the level, but whether this step is out of reach. There is still hope in the hearts of the trio, but the reality is always cruel, and it will only choose the winner who survives the brutal elimination.

Xue Nan spoke again: "Okay, the remaining three, the fourth round of the game is about to begin." Only two of the three of you will be able to make it through, so let's have the best time in this final battle! Xue Nan paused, and then said, "Since this is the last round of the game, in order not to disturb the thinking of the three of you, I will no longer urge you to shoot with a gun. Please 004 pick up the revolver from the table at the front of the hall and start shooting. ”

Xu Qian walked to the glass cover not far away, took off the last revolver, and then returned to her seat. She walked slowly, staring at the floor from time to time, as if she had a good idea.

There is still one last round left in the game, and I still have an advantage in the first place. What are the elements that I want to win this game, it's time to sort out and analyze, although I can't compare to Zhang Shaojun at the level of analyzing the problem, but there is no other way in this situation at present.

The rules of the game, each person shoots at their head in turn, and the maximum number of shots is 2. Each player in the same round has a chance to spin the chamber to dodge the inevitable sixth shot in turn. With only three players left, it should be a war of attrition, and whoever gets the chance to hold the rotating chamber longer will be key to the game.

Xu Qian thought of this, the distance between the glass cover and the seat was not long, and her legs also carried her back to the seat. Xu Qian looked at the revolver in front of her attentively and muttered to herself, "I'm the first to shoot, considering the situation in the future, should I shoot once or twice?" ”

Soon, Xu Qian had the answer to this question in her heart, and she raised her gun to her forehead again and prepared to shoot. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at anything else, just concentrating on her shot.

Xu Qian took a few deep breaths, cleared her thoughts, and quickly pulled the trigger.

The man in the school uniform returned to his seat, looking at the revolver in his hand sadly, and it seemed that he was not ready to start shooting for a while. He was silent, and the other two in the room didn't speak, just focused their eyes on the man in the school uniform.

The man in the school uniform did not intersect with the other two, staring straight at the revolver in his hand without any distraction. He frowned deeply, as if bothered by something, perhaps torn between whether to shoot once or twice in a row.

The man in the school uniform whispered: "Then should I choose to shoot 1 time or 2 times, 004 only shoots once is not a bad thing for me, at least I have a choice." The man in the school uniform held his chin in his hand and continued to think, "I should calculate in detail, how many shots are the best choice for me, and under what circumstances I can have the absolute initiative." There were only three people left, and the opportunity to spin the chamber was even more precious, but the crazy uniformed woman would probably choose to shoot continuously. ”

The man in the school uniform muttered to himself for a while, shaking his head from time to time, occasionally gesturing something on the table. This shot is crucial to him, and he must make a careful choice to survive this game.

Half an hour passed quickly, and he thought he had exhausted his calculations and was ready to shoot. He raised his pistol again, aimed it at his forehead, and looked at the empty space in the room ahead.

He opened his eyes to the maximum and roared, "Come on, death or life, give me a good time!" As soon as he finished speaking, he simply pressed the trigger.

"Click!"

[Make sure No. 030 has finished shooting, if you still want to shoot, please continue to pull the trigger, if you don't want to shoot, hand over the revolver to No. 088]

The man in the school uniform put the revolver down, his expression looking very calm, not smiling or showing any emotion. Xu Qian and the woman in uniform never took their eyes off his face, but they couldn't read any useful information from their expressionless faces, even if they were close to it.

Xu Qian was deeply puzzled by the sudden calmness of the man in the school uniform, but there was no way to interpret this man, so she could only concentrate on continuing to observe.

In the middle of the night, the man in the school uniform once again said to himself in a tone that was too small for the rest of the people to hear: "Do I still want to continue shooting, it is possible that the uniform girl will not shoot twice, then it will be my turn to be unlucky." The people who died in front of me have also proved that there is also a risk of shooting twice, so what do I do? ”

The man in the school uniform hesitated for a long time, and he tried his best to control his expression and not let a trace of emotion be revealed. Eventually, he made the decision to raise his pistol again and shoot.

"Click!"

[To confirm that No. 030 has completed the second shot, please hand over the revolver to No. 088.] 】

The sound of the revolver being empty seemed to answer his expectations, and he completed two shots and survived safely. The man in the school uniform straightened up, shouted the number of the uniformed woman, and tossed the revolver to her.

The uniformed girl had been watching the school-uniformed man's movements, and when he threw the revolver, she happened to catch it. The uniformed woman's eyes didn't take her eyes off his surroundings, perhaps to observe his outward appearance of completing two shots, or just to hide her emotions, and it was only a minute before she turned her head to look at the clearing in front of her.