The emotions of both of them were a little out of control, and they didn't know who pushed whom in the chaos, and the knife was red.

The big man's knife was stuck in the old man's chest.

The onlookers took a step back when they saw this scene.

The old man also lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the extra knife in his chest, and coughed lightly.

"You ......" The knife-wielding man felt a little confused in his brain, "Who told you to snatch Lao Tzu's knife?!" ”

The old man tried to argue something, but he fell to the ground, and then there was no movement.

Everything is out of control.

Qi Xia looked at the situation on the field coldly, and felt that the wind direction had changed a little.

The knife-wielding man, who had always represented the "interests of the poor", killed another "poor man" in front of everyone.

Cracks were already in place before his regime could be secured.

It only shows that the knife wielder is not smart enough, and sometimes the knife does not have to be cut, it just needs to be held in the hand.

While everyone was hesitating, an unexpected figure slowly walked over.

It was the "ground sheep" who had been standing in the center of the room.

Diyang looked at the dead "poor man" with solemn eyes, and then raised his head and said to the knife-wielding man: "You are too bold, who made you kill people all the time?" ”

"Huh?"

The knife-wielding man was obviously stunned, he thought that "violence" was tacitly tolerated in this place, but the sheep seemed not allowed to kill?

The ground sheep squatted down and looked at the old man who had been stabbed, and his eyes were also erratic.

If Qixia guessed correctly, he was going to start lying.

"He's hopeless." Diyang raised his head and said to the big man, "As punishment, I will sanction you. ”

"System...... Sanction?! The big man took two steps back in fright, "What's the joke?!" You don't have that in the rules! ”

Diyang stood up without any explanation, just quickly slapped the big man.

I saw that the big man's body didn't move, but his head turned around his head, and his expression froze.

Di Yang took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and said, "I hope you understand that this is my game, and you need to follow the rules I have set." If anyone dares to do something out of the ordinary, I will never leave it alone. I confiscated this man's fan, so you can disperse. ”

After saying a word, Di Yang took out five fans from the big man's pocket, then pushed away the onlookers, and returned to the center of the room again.

At this time, the onlookers also dispersed in a hurry, and they didn't dare to think about the "rich" in front of them.

Qi Xia saw the performance of the ground sheep, and slowly reached out and touched his chin.

Why is it that when the "rich" is killed, the sheep is indifferent, but when the "poor" is killed, the sheep is punished?

Isn't that too weird?

At this time, Qin Dingdong's teammates helped her up, and seeing that the situation was safe for the time being, the two of them looked at Qi Xia and hurriedly ran towards the exit.

Until Qi Xiamu sent them away, no one stepped forward to stop them.

After all, everyone doesn't know what kind of rules the earth sheep makes.

Is it possible to snatch a fan? Is it okay to kill someone?

Under this vague rule, everyone's eyes were a little puzzled, and no one had taken the sharp knife stuck in the old man's body so far.

"Is it ......?"

Qi Xia seemed to know what he had overlooked.

The reason why the two people who were killed were treated differently was not because of their status as "poor" or "rich".

Rather, it is the identity of the "escapees" and the "non-escaped".

After all, the number of participants is an even number, and if the participants want to escape here, they must team up in pairs.

So it doesn't matter if the "escapees" die, because they are no longer counted as "remaining".

But if the "one who did not escape" died...... That will make the remaining number of people singular, and eventually cause one of them to be singled.

That's why the sheep will shoot.

The best way for him to get the numbers back to even is to kill one more.

Although it was a bit strange, Qi Xia felt that this idea was also more reasonable.

Now he needs to concentrate on his plans.

Now he has four "mourning" in his hand, and if he wants everything to go well, he must count the number of all the "mourning" in this game.

Qi Xia came to the center of the room and slowly closed his eyes.

A large fan floated through his mind, and then it was neatly arranged in four teams.

But after only a few seconds, he felt like he had overlooked an important issue.

The ground sheep once said that in the beginning, there were as many fans of four suits as possible.

However, there were a total of fifty people at the scene, and each person started with three fans, which means that in the first round, the sheep sent out one hundred and fifty fans.

One hundred and fifty fans, how to distribute the four suits equally?

37.5 per fan?

Doesn't that contradict each other?

Did the earth sheep lie on this issue?

"It shouldn't be ......," Qi Xia frowned, and said silently in his heart, "Lying on such a critical issue would be too deadly, and it would cause the reputation of this game to deteriorate...... There can't be a "repeat customer" here. ”

Not to mention...... If the number of fans could lie, the optimal distribution ratio would be 147:1:1:1.

There are one hundred and forty-seven suits, and the rest have one suit each. As a result, only a maximum of two people will be able to escape in the entire game, in other words, fifty people, one hundred and fifty fans, and a deception game will be completely meaningless.

It's better to let everyone directly draw lots to decide life and death, so the earth sheep shouldn't lie in such a critical position.

So where is his lie?

Qi Xia looked down at the four "mourning" in his hand, and he knew that if he didn't count the number of "mourning" left on the field, he would not be able to win this game anyway.

But the number of 37.5 made it difficult for him to move an inch.

Then there is only one other possibility......

At this time, Qi Xia stood in the center of the room, just in front of everyone in the room.

He slowly opened his eyes, quickly counted the number of participants in the room, and then showed a strange expression.

There were forty participants standing on the field.

It doesn't seem like a problem, but when you think about it, it doesn't seem right.

One of them died standing up, and he could not be counted among the remaining people.

Qi Xia closed his eyes again and thought back to his mind all the things that had just happened.

At the beginning of the game, four people escaped immediately, and there should be forty-six people standing on the field.

Half an hour later, the first team of "rich men" escaped, standing with 44 people.

Then, he bought all the "mourners" and lost their teammates and escaped alone, standing forty-three people.

In the end, Qin Dingdong and the Sichuan-Chongqing Hanzi escaped, leaving forty-one people.

Remove the corpse of a "rich man", the corpse of an old man, and there should be thirty-nine people standing on the field.

Qi Xia opened his eyes and looked around at all the participants again.

Why are there forty people left?

When did it start...... One more participant here?

A strange feeling slowly rose in Qi Xia's heart.

Are there really fifty participants?

Qi Xia only knew that everyone had received three fans, but how many people had received the fans?

The line of fifty people was bigger than he had expected, and the crowd never stood in line the whole time, and when you were in it, you couldn't count the numbers.

So herein lies the most critical problem.

"Earth Sheep...... You can't fool me......" Qi Xia slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

So everything seems clear.

It's not a game of fifty people, it's a game of fifty people.