It's finally about to collapse, and if it goes on like this, they'll all be sacrificed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info then the screen proposed: "Could it be that the four of us brothers died like this?" Can't we make some sacrifices for others? ”

Ling Jue said: "You said it lightly, you are so great, why don't you sacrifice yourself to fulfill us?" ”

As soon as he said this, the screen hesitated, no one has such courage, when a person is dying, he will always use his best efforts to save his life, hoping that a miracle will happen, this is human nature, it can be said that it is the instinct of the animal kingdom.

This secret room is like a dead ash, there is no miracle of survival, and you can only pin your hopes on others. The original idea of the screen was to kill Ling Jue directly, but I don't know what the relationship between Ling Jue and Qiu Si is? If they are standing together, he and Yi Wangsun will join forces to draw 2 against 2, and they will definitely lose both in the end.

At this time, he was thinking about how to bring Qiu Si over, and the screen was just about to speak, but Qiu Si spoke first: "Okay, for the sake of fairness, I have a method, I don't know if everyone agrees or not?" ”

When the other three heard that there was a way, they immediately came to their senses and urged him to hurry down and speak. Qiu Si said: "The four of us will draw lots, if whoever draws the shortest lot, that person will die, how about it?" That's fair! The probability of getting drawn is the same for everyone. ”

Ling Jue hurriedly asked, "What is the method of drawing lots?" Let's be specific. ”

Qiu Si said: "I have four toothpicks here, different lengths, hold it in my hand, the upper part is flush, the lower part is pinched in my hand, the four of us come to smoke the toothpick, if anyone draws the shortest, he will fulfill the remaining brothers." ”

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat, this is a way to show fairness, everyone has a chance to die, everyone has a chance to survive. But when I thought of this result, my heart was completely cold, because it was very likely that the person who was sacrificed was himself, but if he didn't do this, then what else could he do?

Ling Jue thought carefully for a while, nodded heavily, and swallowed his saliva, as if he had plucked up great courage. Qiu Si held the toothpick in his hand, leveled the top part, put it in front of them, and said quietly: "You smoke first, I will be the last one." ”

Ping Feng and Yi Wang Sun are a little regretful now, just now when they were confused, they should have solved one of them, now it is a matter of more lives, everyone has a chance to die.

Qiu Si glanced at Ling Jue, took a deep breath, and said, "Why don't you come first?" ”

Ling Jue said: "Okay, just smoke." He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and hesitated before he squeezed the third toothpick from left to right in his hand.

Qiu Si looked at him coldly and said, "Are you sure?" Once you've made it, you can't go back. ”

Ling Jue hesitated a little again, looked at the screen, looked at Yi Wangsun, and looked at Qiu Si again, always feeling that their eyes were strange, they were all staring at themselves with bad intentions. But when he thought about it, who knew about this kind of thing? Everyone has to draw lots, and the chances of drawing the shortest toothpick are equal. I thought their smiles were weird just now, maybe I thought too much.

He felt that the first pick on the left might be the shortest, and then he moved his hand to the stick, and when he saw the three of them again, he still didn't feel very relieved, and put his hand on the rightmost stick, always undecided, always feeling that every pick he drew was probably the shortest.

And he prayed in his heart, and then he saw a pile of small stones on the ground, and there were many of them, and he took them by the hand, and began to count the number of them, one, two, three, four, and there were three of them in all, and there were two more than four grains, and he chose to count the second toothpick from the left.

He pulled out the toothpick, I don't know if it was long or short, and held it in the palm of his hand, as if he had taken a reassuring pill, at least there was a result. He clutched the toothpick tightly in his palm, as if it were his life. Qiu Si glanced at the screen coldly again and said, "You smoke it!" ”

The screen mustered up a lot of courage, countless thoughts were churning in his mind, and he finally pulled out one and held it in the palm of his hand.

Qiu Si finally glanced at Yi Wangsun coldly and said, "It's your turn, the remaining toothpick is mine." ”

Yi Wang Sun closed his eyes and smoked one, Yi Wang Sun compared it with the toothpick of the screen, the toothpick of the screen was a little higher, and the screen suddenly exhaled.

Yi Wangsun said to Qiu Si, "Show me your toothpick." ”

Qiu Si gave his toothpick to Yi Wangsun, put it in the palm of his hand and compared, Qiu Si's toothpick was shorter than himself, and Yi Wangsun couldn't help but have a relaxed smile on his face.

Yi Wangsun breathed a heavy sigh of relief, his heart was beating wildly, and he shouted with his hands dancing: "It's not me, it's finally not me." ”

Ling Jue broke out in a cold sweat, staring at the toothpick in Qiu Si's hand, his back was cold, and he whispered, "Quickly show me your toothpick." ”

Ling Jue took his toothpick, held it in the palm of his hand, and leveled the top of the toothpick before he began to read the next paragraph, he looked slowly, for fear that he would see it too quickly, for fear that he would know the result too quickly. Finally, he turned pale and knew the end result, his own toothpick was the shortest. Qiu Si smiled, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Ling Jue almost wanted to cry without tears, this joke was too big, why did this bad luck hit his head, he has been a shoemaker for most of his life, is it also a gift from God?

He sat on the ground with his ass slumped, and he didn't know what to do for a while, but in the end he still accepted the reality that he couldn't escape from their clutches: "What should come will come, then I'll accept my fate!" ”

There is a short knife in the toolbox of the king and grandson, which has not been used yet. As soon as Ling Jue took it out now, he wanted to let his own blood out, he hadn't killed a chicken before, it was so ironic. He threw the short knife on the ground, and with a clatter, the blade of the knife swayed so brightly that he couldn't open his eyes.

The four of them were extremely silent, and seeing that they still didn't move, Ling Jue said, "What's wrong with you?" Why did you hesitate? I'm not going to leave here anyway, you guys. ”

Hearing this, Jin Yang and the others had goosebumps all over their bodies, and hurriedly asked the screen, what was the end up?

The screen was silent for a long time before he began to speak: "When the shoemaker told us not to kill him, he picked up the dagger himself, looked up to the sky and laughed, and cut his own neck, and blood gushed out. When I saw him dying, his face was filled with horror and despair, and he was unwilling, but helpless. ”