Sure enough, as expected, the No. 7 player was successfully brushed down, and the next game process became faster and faster, it may be that the performance of the players is not satisfactory to people (demons), or it may be the aesthetic fatigue of people (demons), in short, it is very fast. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After that, what No. 8, No. 9, No. 10, No. 11, No. 12 passerby A, hooligan C, bandits and others were all eliminated (ps: The fundamental reason is that the author is too lazy, his thinking has been stuck and he doesn't know how to make it up, and he didn't even think about the name of the dragon set and skipped it hastily, and the author died in 2016 at the age of 19!! ）

After watching the No. 12 player successfully extricate himself, Duan tidied up his crumpled casual clothes, and in the blink of an eye, the scene around him changed from the lounge to the competition scene.

It's no wonder that this kind of miracle paragraph has long been unfamiliar.,Self-produced antibodies immune to this setting.,So there's no plot in the novel.,The protagonist is uncertain.,There's a bad intuition.,And then the tiger body shook and turned the danger into a bloody plot.。

Duan continued to look at the group of people (demons) whistling above the audience so calmly, the three mentors are now also looking at the new player (the eyes of the three-headed dog mentor are the most affectionate), half of the country mentor is still a dead face as if the whole world owes him money, and the fairy tutor is still paying attention to his demeanor and does not show any other emotions.

"Okay, No. 13 player, you must have watched the performance of the first twelve players, but unfortunately among the twelve players, only two players have advanced, I wonder if this will cause you a certain amount of psychological pressure?"

Edgar Allan Poe handed the microphone to Duan Zhizhi as he spoke, Duan continued to glance at Poe without any other expression, just took the microphone and cleared his throat and said, "Hmm! I watched the performances of the first 12 players carefully, and I admired the two players who made the cut. At the same time, I am also very honored, because one of them is Mr. Gates from the United States, a fellow countryman from the same earth as me. ”

"When I was on Earth, I admired Mr. Gates very much, but I didn't expect Mr. Gates to still be so admirable here. And the other player, he is also very powerful, the technology of their planet is indeed much higher than that of our earth, and with such a powerful armor, I think it is also expected. ”

"As for me, I ......!"

Duan paused as he spoke: "I think I will be as good as them, and I can also win this game and make it to the next level, because I have this kind of confidence." At the same time, in addition to my self-confidence, I also have this strength, which determines that I will successfully advance to the rank today and become a good law-abiding citizen of hell. ”

"Hahaha!"

After listening to the continuous words, there was a burst of laughter from the audience, and the host Edgar Allan Poe also smiled and said: "It seems that our No. 13 player is very confident, he wants to be a member of Hell, and I thank you on behalf of Hell, but Hell doesn't need law-abiding citizens, what we need is ......!" ”

Edgar Allan Poe turned his gaze to the audience, watching the group of demons and monsters suddenly raise their voices: "What we need are lawless, vile, ruthless bastard citizens, devil citizens." We are here in hell, and we never need the presence of any Virgin, nor do we need any light to shine, what is Our Lady? ”

Edgar Allan Poe muttered for a moment, and then said: "Having said so much, in short, in one sentence, are you ready for the thirteenth player?" Tell everyone about yourself and start playing! Prove the theme of this contest and show everyone if you really are a demon! ”

"Hmm!"

Duan kept nodding: "I won't say much gossip, the time of the audience and friends on the scene and in front of the TV is also very precious, I'll just make a brief introduction!"

"As we all know, I am a human being from Earth, and my profession on Earth is that of a writer and a frequent visitor to a psychiatric hospital, and my name is 'Duan Continuous'."

Duan kept briefly introducing himself, and then stopped talking, just looked at these guys in the audience, and he thought of the right measures to deal with before he came on the field.

First of all, he is just an ordinary earthling, and an ordinary writer is also an inconspicuous one on the earth. Maybe for his book fans, this guy still has some talent, at least he can write some articles that appeal to him.

But that's all, he is not a martial arts master, nor does he know any cultivation methods, and he does not have any alien technology that is beyond the times. The only thing he had was his unusually neurotic brain, which usually had a lot of strange thoughts in his head.

For his friends and family, it's just some cranky, unrealistic ideas. Instead of looking for a job after graduating from college, he worked as a professional writer on a website, and the online writer made him write some appealing novels through his cranky thoughts all day, and he barely supported himself.

However, when he was imprisoned in this hell that day, and learned everything about it, he was constantly thinking about how to make the cut. Thankfully, when it was finally his turn to play, thank God he still hadn't figured out how to get through the race.

Because, he didn't expect the twelve players to finish the round so quickly, and it was only two hours from the time he entered the lounge to the time he arrived at the competition site now. In other words, Gates took an hour to speak, Iron Man defeated the zombie pigman in 45 minutes, and the rest of the dozen or so contestants only took a total of 15 minutes to meet God, perhaps to meet Satan.

This was something that Duan never expected, in his original plan, he should have about five hours to plan his next plan, but the fact was that after only two hours, he was once again on the field. This was extremely speechless, although two hours gave him a general idea, but it was not enough to give him a 70% chance of passing the race, because in his original idea, if there was a 70% success rate, it would almost mean that he would advance.

Because, there is no 100% success rate in anything in the world, and even if you eat, there is no 100% chance that you will eat it in your mouth. Even if you can eat the food in your mouth, there is a chance that you will not survive for the next second, because there is a chance that you will choke to death, although the chances are small, but it is not nothing.

And now, he is not even 70% sure, if you want to talk about the success rate, there may be a 50% chance of progressing, but for any thing, 50% is an extremely terrible probability. Because, 50% of the probability is equivalent to saying that you take a step forward, you will trip over a stone in the next second and hit the ground to death, usually this probability is extremely small and almost none. But when the probability of the event increases to 50 percent, I believe that no one will dare to take this step, which is not controversial, because in the next second you will have a half chance of tripping over a stone and falling to the ground, it's as simple as that.

Duan kept thinking about it after all, he was still helpless, since life chose to have that you, but you were powerless to resist, it was better to enjoy it, because you might enjoy a different kind of pleasure.

Duan kept looking at the audience who were already hungry and thirsty on the field, and the three mentors with blazing eyes, he could only sigh in his heart, since life has chosen you, then you might as well face it calmly. Maybe it's not that bad, because when doing that kind of thing, it's both sides who are happy.