Spread out a sheet of A4 paper, draw a pointed isosceles triangle and complete it to the right to form a parallelogram. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info known, the original triangle ABC bottom point A is the sunny position, point B is the position of An Feiyu, the vertex C is the position of Chen Ran, and the diagonal D point of A is the position of the male in the heart socket. Ask, if you are a heart man, how to choose:

A. Go along the diagonal AD to fight the injured Xiangyang;

B. Follow the CD to Chen Ran's position to help the tall companion;

C. Follow the BD to help the inch-headed companion at An Feiyu's position;

D. Harmonious society and rejection of violence.

The live battle situation is shown in the following figure:

Point A: Xiang Yang sweats profusely and can't cover his belly;

Point B: An Feiyu was ridden on his body, his neck was tightly pinched by the pair of green and knotted hands, his right hand was crushed by the opponent's left knee, and the remaining left hand struggled to pull his neck, fighting for even a trace of breathing space. He blushed, his mouth was half-open, and his eyes were cracked and he looked at Xiangyang, as if shouting: Xiangyang, Xiangyang!

Point C: Chen Ran's knife stuck into the tall man's right rib, and the knife and the right hand holding the knife were secured by the other party's hands from behind. Chen Ran pressed the tall man against the wall, and his free left elbow slammed backwards one after another. The tall man dodged in a limited area, inevitably suffering a head wound, the back of his head shattered, the walls reddened, and his hair and rough walls were connected with viscous blood.

Point D: The heart nest man was injured early, recovered quickly, and struggled to stand up.

Solution: According to the question design, it can be seen that the BD is greater than the CD, that is, it is faster to support tall people than to support inchs. In the same way, Xiangyang's support for An Feiyu at diagonal point A is faster than supporting Chen Ran. Therefore, it is very likely that the support position will encounter the negative support first, which is the same as the result of option A.

Option A can be excluded by the hypothetical approach. If you choose A, wait for the result to be killed, and the injury will be added to the injury, what will be the benefit in the battle situation? And at that time, both point B and point C have ended the stalemate, and the result is obtained, what is the use of him?

Therefore, the choice of the heart nest man is B, dragging Chen Ran, who has local advantages, and buying time for Chen Ran.

(Note: There is no absolutely correct answer to this question, and the person concerned only makes the fastest choice based on the situation at the time.) If I change it, I will choose A, and if I am lucky, I will kill Xiangyang, and this book is over! ）

"Xiangyang!" Chen Ran took advantage of the meat pad behind his back, flew up, kicked down the heart nest man who didn't care about the pounce, and roared, "Get up!" Save Fei Yu! "I know!" Xiang Yang roared in response. Yu Guang saw the actions of the heart nest man, and he also remembered it, but it was just a pain in his flank, and his waist couldn't be straightened.

"Idiot!" Chen Ran was furious, he didn't know, and he didn't want to know how much Xiang Yang hurt. He only knew that if An Feiyu died right now, none of them would be able to escape! The second time he kicked the heart nest man's pounce, Chen Ran was dumbfounded: "Even if you use crawling, you have to crawl over for me!" ”

Elbow on the ground, crawl!

At a distance of more than three meters, Xiang Yang climbed with all his strength for nearly ten seconds. Approaching, the inch head kicked the left foot sideways, and kicked back Xiangyang, who was finally getting closer. There was no room for force in this kick, and the kick in the shoulder was only muscle pain, which was completely incomparable to the foot strength of the black thin man's broken tendons and bones.

With his left foot freed up, An Feiyu's right hand was finally liberated. Flipping through the pockets of the soaking wet tuxedo, the first thing to pull out with his right hand was a pile of sparkling glass shards and a refreshing aroma. His fingertips were punctured by the fragments of the perfume bottle, but he re-entered his pocket without pause, pulling out a cracked mobile phone, a sunken bright red metal chimney, a platinum necklace encrusted with small gemstones, and a deck of playing cards.

With one hand, the five fingers rotate, and the outer shell of the playing card fades in the blink of an eye, revealing the butterfly deck inside - a rectangular card frame, with a butterfly with exquisite patterns in the middle, and the butterfly and the card frame are hollowed out. The deck is skilful to the extreme, spinning horizontally, holding the palm, bending, and catapulting! All of a sudden, the fluorescent flower butterflies broke free from the card frame, scrambled to spread their wings, and flew away one after another.

An Feiyu, who was salivating at the corners of his mouth and half vomiting out of his tongue, kept staring at the colorful falling cards. Suddenly, his right hand burst into the sky and swung into the sky of cards in an arc. Just in the vicinity, Xiang Yang could vaguely see that An Feiyu's right fingertip extended a flash of silver light, and then castrated to the neck of the inch!

It was as if the pause button had been pressed, and after a second or two, an extremely thin blood mark appeared on the sweaty neck, and quickly expanded and spurted blood. Snort! The tuxedo was splashed with large irregular blood stains, An Feiyu threw away the blood-stained silver butterfly on his fingers, broke the hands that were tense to death, and lay on the spot hissing and inhaling.

"Night...... Night Pink Butterfly? The fluorescent butterflies made Xiang Yang's first thought of the night pink butterfly in "5H".

"Ahem," An Feiyu coughed and got up, sat with his legs bent, and looked at Xiangyang with a condescending smile, "This is the prop card for my latest magic trick "Fire Butterfly", which is indeed inspired by the night pink butterfly of the blood cicada. How about paper butterflies dancing in the air, hovering on fire, and finally turning into living colorful butterflies in the sky? ”

The deck of cards prepared by An Feiyu for "Fire Butterfly" took countless thoughts. In terms of materials alone, there is a thin layer of metal after the butterfly's paper coat is burned, so there will be no scene where the butterfly burns and destroys, and visually it really turns into a nirvana fire butterfly. In addition, to enhance the ornamentation, there will be a leader butterfly in the deck, which is the most bright red color. The production of the leading butterfly is complicated, and An Feiyu is simply made of pure metal coat, and the corners are sharpened. Whether it was fun or a whim, it really saved his life at this time.

I'm in the mood to talk to you! Xiang Yang turned his head to look at Chen Ran, his eyes suddenly widened, his stomach churned, and he almost vomited his dinner. The tall man on the back wall had a severed abdomen, and his stomach was scattered red, white, and white all over the ground. The heart nest man was even more miserable, his head was cut off by Qi Gen, and I don't know how much blood spurted from the carotid artery fell into the concert audience below.

Stepping on the crimson of the ground, Chen Ran chuckled: "As soon as you die over there, the psychological defense line will collapse, which is also ridiculous." ”

Compared with Xiang Yang, who lowered his head and pressed his mouth, An Feiyu's reaction was much lighter. He picked up the cigarette box, shook out a cigarette, lit it, swallowed the clouds and said, "Kill him?" The "he" An Feiyu said was referring to the man who was kicked and fainted by the clear air.

"I'm not a butcher!" Chen Ran's answer was unexpected, "What's the difference between killing people who don't have the ability to resist and slaughtering cattle and sheep?" Just because I enjoy life and death doesn't mean I'm murderous. As he spoke, turning to the control room on the opposite side of the passage, Chen Ran let out a sigh: "Let's go!" ”

For such a long time, there were no enemies on the control room, indicating that the clearance did not lose - it may have won, it may have been seriously injured on both sides, or it may have died together.

Chen Ran took the lead, An Feiyu supported Xiangyang, and the three of them walked into the control room cabin through the steel structure passage.

The control room cabin is divided into two rooms, one inside and the other, separated by a large glass window. The outer room has a control console, and the inner room is a rest room for the night watchman. Looking inside the doorway, one can see three metal boxes open on the console, one of which is connected to the console, and the other two are filled with flashing green explosive devices.

The control room was chaotic, the tables and chairs were covered with unprocessed blood, there were many stripped corpses stacked on the bed in the inner room, and a man with bleeding from his wrist joints was lying under the outer counter. The glass window shattered, and a corpse lay on its back on the piercing glass. The head of the corpse was buried in the half-open curtain in the inner room, and it could be judged only from the clothes that this person was a thin black man.

Standing quietly in front of the corpse, his hands folded, he chanted silently. His white lining. The entire sleeve of the right hand of the shirt was torn off and held in the hands of the corpse. The white and tender arms were bruised and swollen to varying degrees. Hearing the sound at the door, the little monk turned his head with a happy and annoyed expression: "Donor, you're fine!" However, I can't find a detonator on the clearance side......"

An Feiyu glanced down at the man on the ground, and asked casually, "Why don't you tie it up?" "Can't the donor see it?" Jingkong said apologetically, "After entering the door, Jingkong was afraid that he would suddenly detonate, so he broke his tendons and tendons first." ”

So ruthless! Xiang Yang was shocked in his heart, what kind of evil ghost appeared in the little monk in front of him, who was called "the reincarnation of the Buddha" by the media! It is true that it is not a pity for the great traitors and evildoers to die, but the pure space is not a Buddhist who believes in good and beautiful! Why can you listen indifferently to the declaration of murder and not say anything? Why can you stain your hands with blood without fear? Why, he can stop it by clearly distinguishing the wrong joints, and he insists on cutting the tendons and veins of his hands and feet? So young, what did you experience in your childhood, and developed such a picture of Buddha clothes and ghosts!

"You're all here?" The man on the ground who stared at him viciously suddenly burst out laughing, his throat creaking like a broken blower. Before everyone could react, he snapped into a gritted tooth motion, and a slight cracking sound of plastic came from his mouth.

The detonator is in his mouth! Everyone's hearts stopped beating half a beat, and only the rampant laughter of the fallen man could be heard in the silent control room.

However, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the look in his eyes only lingered for a second or two before turning to shock. When he opened his mouth and spit out, a small black cube rolled out of his mouth, and the cracked hole could reveal the metal parts and mini circuit board inside. “#%@，#%@？” The man began to yell in his native language, nothing more than shouting things like "how is that possible".

No one is frightened enough to speak ill of a fallen man or punch or kick him. It's not that Xiang Yang and the others are kind, but because they don't have the strength to pay attention. After the "detonator" was bitten, there was still some kind of change, and the man who fell to the ground could not see it due to the angle. The screen of the control room console flashed, and the following picture appeared:

The castle study, afternoon sun. An unusually pale blond young man sat on a European-style sofa, wearing a pair of round-framed gold-rimmed glasses, intently flipping through the books in his hand. Syllable! As soon as the book was closed, the young man put on a warm smile and said: "Bon.après–midi......"

"It's French!" At the same time as the young man spoke, An Feiyu whispered in unison, "Good afternoon, everyone! I'm sorry to interrupt you at work, but please send my greetings to your boss – I want to see you, Shine! ”

(3000 words, Happy Chinese New Year~)