The rocks smash the scissors, the scissors pierce the cloth, which in turn wraps around the stone. Winning is all about luck.

Rules that even three-year-olds understand, originally didn't need to think about it for so long.

However, Xiang Nanxing was standing here at this time, holding three cards painted with rock-paper-scissors in his hands, and his feet couldn't help but tremble slightly. He had a "stone" in his fingertips, but he didn't dare to punch it out. He's still thinking. It's as if if you think about it a little longer, and your chances of winning will increase a little bit.

In front of him, the cards that the opponent had just played were on the table. The back of the intricate pattern is upward, and the mystery underneath is completely invisible.

"That's a stone." "It's cloth." "It could also be scissors." ……

Obviously, no one around was talking, but Xiang Nanxing's ears seemed to hear a lot of voices. It was as if there were a number of people who were giving him advice, but the opinions were varied, which only made him more upset. He simply gritted his teeth and gave up thinking, and played the cards in his hand fiercely, while silently praying that the pattern under the card on the table was a "scissors".

But at the moment when the cards were about to leave his hand, his gaze unconsciously swept over the twenty chips that were messily placed on the table. This glance made the cards on his fingertips seem to become heavier, and Xiang Nanxing's mind involuntarily flashed a trace of regret.

Regret why did you call so easily?

Regret why did you come to this game?

Or, an earlier one......

Regret why did you fall into such a situation......

A week ago, Xiang Nanxing was still continuing his life full of hope. As a student of the prestigious Tenkyo University, he has a bright future, and a bright future is slowly unfolding in front of him. At the beginning of August, he had never been far away, and he wanted to take advantage of this free time to travel abroad and see outside. After repeated selection, he finally chose the beautiful Xifeng Republic, but he didn't expect that this choice changed his entire life since then.

The first day of the trip was a pleasure. But on the first night of staying in the hotel, at four o'clock in the morning, Xiang Nanxing suddenly woke up from his dream. The sound that came from the pillow was just a small murmur like a rat turning something, but it made him panic for no reason. He opened the window to breathe, but his chest was still tight.

At that moment, he suddenly smelled blood.

The smell seemed to be absent, and even the direction was very erratic. Xiang Nanxing felt as if it was floating in from outside the window, and it seemed to come in from under the crack in the door, in all directions, as if it was everywhere.

Want to go out and have a look? He was a little curious, but he couldn't help but hesitate. Aren't there all such routines in horror movies? Staying in a haunted hotel, I heard a noise in the middle of the night, saw a strange shadow, and went out to check it out - and finally hung up for some reason. At that time, he also laughed at these characters that they would not die if they didn't die, and there was no reason why they would be stupid if things fell on their heads.

"Forget it, turn on the wind power of the air conditioner a little more, and the air will not be stuffy when it circulates."

Xiang Nanxing muttered to himself loudly, in fact, it was simply to give himself courage. He walked over to the bed and closed the window again, but at that moment, he suddenly heard a soft "click" from the lock behind him, and then another sound.

It was a very small sound, and even in the silence of the night, it was not easy to notice. However, Xiang Nanxing was in a state of high mental tension at this time, and when he heard the voice, he froze violently, and then mustered up the courage to turn back slowly. At this moment, he saw that the door seemed to move, as if a hand had just closed it outside.

Was it an illusion, or was someone really just opening the door and looking here?

Xiang Nanxing didn't dare to think about it, let alone go out to see what was going on. He closed the doors and windows, turned the air conditioner to the maximum in one go, and then moved two chairs from the room and his suitcase against the door. He himself simply got under the bed, just like he did when he was under pressure since he was a child.

It's one of the few quirks he has that he doesn't know how to develop. When Xiang Nanxing couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, he would simply hide under the bed. In that cramped and oppressive small space, he was able to sleep until dawn. Friends who know about this have made fun of him, saying that he has to put some pressure on himself to be able to sleep.

This time was no exception. Although there seemed to be some small movements in the distance, Xiang Nanxing was lying under the bed, but he was really asleep. He dreamed that black crows flew through the hotel, scattered feathers along the road, and the wind from the wings brought a burst of blood, which made him frown in his sleep.

When the crow landed in front of him, the door was slammed open from the outside. Xiang Nanxing opened his eyes in a daze, and before he could get used to it, he suddenly felt that his ankle was grabbed.

In the next second, a powerful hand dragged him out directly from under the bed. The lights in the room were all turned on, bright, and his eyes couldn't adapt to such a big contrast for a while, and his eyes were full of white light, as if he was blind. Despite his efforts to keep his eyes open, he could only dimly see a dozen figures in black suits around him.

"This is the only one who survived?" He heard a voice speak, very close, like the man who was carrying him. There was an "um" in the crowd, so Xiang Nanxing was lifted up from head to foot, and the one who asked the question just now bent down and looked at his face carefully. This person was carrying the light, and Xiang Nanxing, whose eyes had just begun to adapt to the light, could not see his facial features clearly, and only vaguely saw a long hooked nose.

"It doesn't look like anything special." Hooknose snorted disdainfully, and with a flick of his hand tossed him aside, as if throwing away a rag.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Xiang Nanxing yelled and struggled to get up, but the other hand put on his shoulder from behind and pressed him back. This time, he couldn't even turn his head to look at the other party's face, the hand seemed to have a thousand pounds of strength on it, and slowly moved to the back of his neck while holding him down, and then opened his palm and choked it violently.

Compression of the medulla oblongata, leaving the person unconscious.

Xiang Nanxing's mind reflexively flashed through the little knowledge he had heard at some point, and then the power of resistance gradually disappeared, and his thoughts were blurred. A second before he lost consciousness, the last image in his eyes was black leather shoes all over the floor.

Who are these guys? With such doubts, he completely lost consciousness.

The next time he woke up, he found himself in a torture chamber or something, handcuffed and shackled, flanked by expressionless guards. There was a television across from him, which appeared as he woke up. A man dressed in a judge's uniform was there, and he was judged in the air.

The man said that last night was a vicious murder, and that there was not a single intact body in the entire hotel, only shapeless pieces of flesh and internal organs scattered around the hotel. Blood stained every carpet from the fifteenth floor to the first floor, and police forensic officers were later working hard to identify the bodies.

"And you're the culprit." He said categorically, "There is only one person in the entire hotel who survived, and this person is the murderer, that is, you." All the evidence at the scene points to you, so I will judge you next. ”

"Wait, it's not me! I don't know anything! ”

Xiang Nanxing had just woken up, and his mind was not very clear, but when he heard this, he also knew that something was wrong.

Only one person survived in the entire hotel?

He suddenly remembered the dream of the crow flying. Is it the fluttering of wings, or is it the carnage that is taking place in another room? Did the smell of blood wafting from the raven's wings waft in through the crack in the door? He didn't dare to imagine the tragic scene, and at this moment, just the thought flashed and he felt a chill all over his body.

Why did I be the only one who survived? This question flashed through his mind, but the voice from the other side interrupted his thoughts.

"Anyway, you're the prisoner." The man in the judge's uniform repeated it righteously.

"I didn't do anything! I'm just a survivor ......" Xiang Nanxing retorted loudly. Suddenly, he saw the other man's eyes. The cold and arrogant eyes poured down from his head like a basin of cold water, making him discover a cold reality.

The other party didn't want to solve the case at all, he just wanted to find someone to finish the matter.

"It's not me!"

He gritted his teeth and struggled desperately, his handcuffs and shackles were pulled to a clang, and his wrists were bloodied.

Until the guards behind him gave him another stick.

When he woke up again, he was already in prison. He learned the verdict from the jailer here. As a result of international pressure, the Republic of Xifeng abolished the death penalty and life imprisonment 15 years ago, with a maximum of fixed-term imprisonment.

So they gave him a number that would never be humanly possible.

Imprisonment, three hundred and fifty-one years.

When Xiang Nanxing first entered the prison, he grabbed the railing and shouted loudly, shouting until his heart was broken, and finally he knelt weakly in front of the door. However, the expressionless jailers were indifferent to his protests, and only stood guard from a short distance. He also thought about suicide, but in this prison, monitoring and management are everywhere, and it is not easy to want to die. At the slightest movement, the jailer who suddenly appeared next to him would violently stop his next move. For such prisoners, the usual punishment is to bind the whole body and then apply an electric shock, or to press the head into the water and repeatedly experience the sensation of suffocation.

In short, there are all the ways you can't die and life is worse than death.

After surviving the first few days, he finally came out gradually. Although he still recalls the events of the time from time to time, and occasionally recreates the scene of the courtroom in his sleep, so that he can wake up in tears, Xiang Nanxing has found a life-saving straw for him to survive. He repeatedly told himself that as long as he was alive, he could find a way out and clear his name.

The most important thing is that people move forward.

It sounds like a fantasy. The full 351 years of imprisonment, even if he can live a long life, this is still more weight in three lifetimes. No matter how hard he tried to reduce his sentence, he would have to reduce it for nearly three hundred years in one go before he could see the light of day again in his lifetime, which was an almost impossible task.

Taking a step back, even if he really did it, he would be at least sixty or seventy years old when he was released from prison, and the most precious time in his life would be rotten in prison. At that time, even if you get a hard time, I'm afraid it won't mean much.

However, the irony is that it is this Xifeng Republic that has unjustly imprisoned him, but it is the only country in the world that can give him the opportunity to get out of prison early and rehabilitate Zhaoxue for himself. This is what he heard from the old one-eyed man in the next cell on his fourth day in prison, where there is a system unique to the prisons of the Xifeng Republic - a game in which the sentence he has is used as a bargaining chip, and as long as he wins, he can shorten the sentence and even get more benefits.

As long as you are willing to take the risk of an extended sentence and participate, you can also have the hope of turning this gloomy life around.

The prisoners called it the "adversity game".

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