It is impossible to be fair in the world, but fairness and reasonableness are indeed what the vast majority of people want, so the unfair solution or the disguised solution is to give everyone a sufficient explanation as comfort.

Instead of trying to persuade others to accept this fact, doing so will only provoke people's rebellious desires, so that they will not cooperate or compromise, and it will never be good for others if they hurt themselves.

It's about letting others blind themselves and anesthetize their senses, so that the unfairness doesn't seem unacceptable.

Normally, this is the work of a puppeteer, accompanied by lust and deception, but when used properly, it is also a good way to solve problems.

Just like Yang Ping used the dice to decide the fate of so many people, he couldn't be so-called reasonable, and even fairness was very far-fetched, but no matter what the result was, at least everyone had a reason to go or stay.

The way to decide is very simple, it is a game of luck, everyone has to link to the local area network of the mobile phone, and there is a place to vote on the virtual interface.

According to the total number of people on Mars at present, they are divided into three batches, and the 1.4 of the dice represents a batch, 2.5 represents a batch, and 3.6 represents a batch.

Each batch has the same number of people on the line, to prevent the number of people from shifting, after the dice fall, which number is on it, which batch of people can evacuate.

At present, it seems that this method is not bad, as can be seen from the fact that Yang Ping was not hugged and torn to pieces.

And there is no other solution to the current situation, there are no fools on the Martian colony, they also know that it is useless to quarrel and grab, but unfortunately they are unwilling to compromise because of the chain of suspicion.

The chain of suspicion is that they are afraid that they will give up fighting for reason, but others are not willing to keep their sanity, then the rational people suffer, and reason never means that they are willing to suffer.

The result is that no one compromises, no one cooperates, and a vicious circle requires the intervention of external factors to break this endless cycle that cannot be internally regulated.

The light and video in the hall of the space elevator base station shows the participation of the people, and the network is synchronized to the earth, which is equivalent to a live broadcast, and tens of billions of people will witness this game together, a big gamble at the cost of their lives.

Yang Ping sat on the edge of the platform, his legs hanging down naturally, very casually, even if his figure was transmitted to the light film and television news, he had no scruples, and he was even ready for death, so why bother thinking about a fig leaf and taking the opportunity to let himself go.

He also wants to participate in the gamble of fate, and he is also the first to complete the choice, without any thinking, he easily and naturally chose 1.4, and the hesitation of luck can't change anything.

"Xiao Liu, use the authority from the control room to take control of the broadcast system in the hall."

"Master Chief, do you want to?"

"That's right, it's been fifteen minutes, and the mental pressure of ordinary people has reached its peak, and it needs a correct way to channel venting."

Twenty minutes into the clock, a quarter of the people still didn't choose which queue to join.

A scream came from a corner of the crowd, and a teenager took it off his wrist, slammed it on the ground, and squatted down with his head in his hands, his expression extremely painful.

The person next to him gently patted him on the shoulder, comforted him a little, and signaled him to cry casually, don't bear it, no one will think he is cowardly.

"No, I don't choose, I don't want to die!" The boy choked up and shouted, he was afraid of death, he still had family on Earth, and he wanted to go back.

Some of the people who were in the same situation as the teenager also began to shout and cry, and the hall was filled with a sad atmosphere.

Owen walked up to Yang Ping, he wanted to know what way his stubborn and naïve old brother could control the situation, and if expected, the cowards would rebel against this random gamble.

Assistant Xiao Liu walked out of the control room, he nodded, the broadcast control authority in the hall has been opened, "General control, how to do it?"

"I remember there was a classic music from the first half of the century called "Overture to the Dead", you can try it, find a similar one, and play it on a loop."

"Okay."

Assistant Xiao Liu returned to the control room, and soon the hall began to echo with music, and people were noticeably quiet again.

"Good idea, good idea." Owen complimented.

"It's just that once I dreamed of being a musician, I understand the value of art, it can make up for the lack of humanity, let the cowardly learn to be strong, as long as they survive a catastrophe, it's not a big deal."

"That's a pretty good dream, so how did you get to the Martian colony?"

"Fate is like this, you never think of where you will be in the next moment, what to do, in fact, I don't like to do anything to control, let alone feel competent, but now I find that fate has its own arrangement, and my existence is for this moment."

"You have the potential to be a philosopher."

The rousing musical tune makes the crying person stop choking, and their hearts resonate, and they are infected by the spirit transmitted in the sound.

Yang Ping stood on the high platform, covering his hand on his left chest, and the people in the audience followed suit, feeling the powerful beating of their hearts and their vigorous vitality.

The last person completed the selection, and there was silence in the hall, and Yang Ping raised the crystal glass dice in his hand in the eyes of everyone.

He rolled slowly, asking everyone to confirm that the dice were fine, six sides, six different numbers, and the middle was solid, and there was no possibility of cheating.

"Come on, that's right, it's you, come up." Yang Ping pointed to the young man who couldn't bear the pressure first, and motioned for him to come on stage.

The young man hesitated and walked towards the stage, he came to Yang Ping's side, and was stared at by the 20,000 balance, not daring to look up.

"Are you afraid?" Yang Ping asked softly.

"No...... Not afraid ......"

"It's okay, take the dice and throw them on the ground, okay?"

"What?!" The boy looked at the dice handed to him in surprise, and was a little incredulous, let him throw them?

"Which batch did you choose?"

“3.6。”

"Then cast a 3.6 and take your destiny into your own hands."

The boy nodded, and he rubbed the dice in his hand, which still had the temperature left by Yang Ping.

I have to say that this crystal glass dice is really good-looking, and he even likes it and longs to have one.

"If you drop it like this, it will break, right?"

"Then crouch down and let the dice land as quickly as possible."

"Okay, I'll try."

Yang Ping smiled knowingly, the boy did a good job, he managed to turn his attention to whether the dice would break, rather than how many people would lose their chance to survive.

The crystal glass dice fell from the boy's hand, and it tugged at the heartstrings of 20,000 people, even if it was only half a meter high, but it seemed to have fallen for a year.

Tumble, fall, tumble, fall.

"Smack~"

The light and heavy dice came into close contact with the ground, and a crack appeared in the corner of the ground and spread inward, tattooing a flower-like pattern in the transparent solid center.

(End of chapter)