Except for the lack of electronic equipment, everything is complete here.

Everything retains the classical sense of the last century, but this underground castle is isolated from the sunshine all year round, and the air is filled with a humid and decay, like a huge coffin, trapping all the dying people. The dark red patterns on the beige wallpaper are like dry blood stains, waiting for sacrifice and rebirth in the dusty room for many years.

An Wujiu stared at the desk and was stunning. An old wooden clock was hung on the wall behind the red solid wood table. The upper end was a quartz clock covered with glass pieces and the lower end was a wooden box with double doors. However, at this time, the two small doors were still tightly closed.

It's 9:31 am now.

“Finished, water and food.”

The storage cabinet stored the survival resources they needed, but half of them were labeled as [capitalist]. Ueno Daiseki reached out to try to get them, but he could not pick them up anyway. It was not until Yang Ming came that the labeled things were taken out.

The so-called survival resources are only the simplest bread, bottled water, anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers and gauze bandages, and nothing else. The amount of things does not seem to be much, and most of them belong to capitalist Yang Ming. The food that really belongs to other people is only seven adult men’s palm-sized bread and seven bottles of water.

Lao Yu sighed, "Actually, a bread can pass if it lasts for five days in reality, but the altar must have adjusted the parameters."

Liu Chengwei picked up two bread and two bottles of water in one hand and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Zhong Yirou, "What are you doing? You start grabbing things so soon."

"First come first served." Liu Chengwei argued.

Wu Youhu said, "Why don't you say that you are ranking according to survival value?"

Liu Chengwei was immediately angry, "I'm worthless in life, you're worthless in life? Come on, come and rob me, who can rob me when I see it."

Ueno immediately grabbed Wu You, "Brother, don't say such things..."

"What did I say?" Wu You frowned and broke away from Ueno Daisei's hand. "You are with them, don't think I didn't hear you just got together to talk."

"Don't quarrel." Lao Yu also started to smooth things over. "This is just the beginning. Everyone saves some effort and be more peaceful."

The more he said this, the more fierce the others quarreled. An Wujiu took a breath and turned his head to find that Shen Ti, who was sitting on the carpet in the distance, suddenly moved to them and sat upright. When the quarreling started, Shen Ti applauded gently, which made An Wujiu stunned.

"Do you think your survival value is great?" Liu Chengwei sneered at Wu You, "If the person you secretly love dies and the person you cursed is alive, I don't know which one you can rank at that time, so I'm pretending to be here. While I was struggling in the resurrection game, you were still crying and calling my mother."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to unscrew a terrible switch. Wu You rushed up and punched Liu Chengwei. If Zhong Yirou hadn't reacted quickly, the two would have fought hard.

An Wujiu didn't move, sat there, and when he heard Liu Chengwei's words, he suddenly thought of something.

Resurrection match.

In other words, the "the last four who can live to the last" that Shengyin did not mention may not die directly.

As long as you don't die during the game, you still have a chance to enter the Resurrection match.

The other people couldn't hold it back. Liu Chengwei's fist really fell on Wu You. He shouted, "Come on, duel, now..."

"I have a suggestion." An Wujiu rushed to speak, afraid that others would not hear it, so he even made a loud voice.

Everyone calmed down and turned around, looking at An Wujiu, who was talking. He held the injured wrist above his face and his face remained unchanged, but his speaking speed was still very slow and dull, unlike others.

"The half that belongs to the capitalist role... is allowed to be disposed of by Yang Ming, and everyone will distribute the remaining half equally, so that at least everyone will not starve to death before the game ends."

It was not unforeseen that this proposal was even wandering silently in everyone's mind. But everyone was wondering whether this rule could be fulfilled as promised.

Lao Yu continued: "You mean...we just distributed equally and no duel? But in the end, we will settle, and there will always be losers."

Wujiu sat back on the sofa and said slowly: "That's right. But when the rules were announced, he clearly stated that those who died during the game would also die in reality, right?"

He looked at everyone, and his dark pupils reflected the warm yellow lights in the bunker, which was difficult to say, but he was very sincere in every word, "But Shengyin did not clearly say what would happen to the last four people who were finally settled, and it might not be necessary to enter the resurrection match."

"But," Wu You was punched, her cheekbones turned red, and her eyes were stubborn, "A loaf of bread won't last."

"I think so, but at least it can last for a few days." An Wujiu said, "This game is not a zero-sum game. There is no necessity for me to die. It is also a victory to survive a day. If there is this day, there will be a possibility of other survival strategies. As long as you cooperate, you may try to go out in full."

After hearing this, the others were silent.

"I think it's right." Zhong Yirou smiled, "It's the least worth dying here, you're not even worth it. You don't even have the chance to be resurrected."

Just as everyone began to consider Wujiu's peaceful division method, Yang Ming stood up, and he walked slowly towards An Wujiu, "Your acting skills are really good."

"Every time you can pretend to be good for everyone, gain trust with the attitude of helping others, and then incite and lobby everyone."

An Wujiu looked up at him without saying anything.

The two of them confronted each other for a while, and finally Yang Ming turned around, called out his panel, and clicked his fingers on it.

"I accept the equal division."

He smiled openly, "And I have to take out one-third of my resources for everyone." He canceled the label of these survival resources, and they also become public resources that can be used.

The first person to question Wu You, who is always silent, said, "Would you be so kind?"

"Yes." Zhong Yirou smiled, "One-third of the half and one-third of the total resources are more than one-sixth of the complete resources, and it is more than enough for one person to use. If this is true, as Wujiu said just now, we might be able to hold on until the end."

But this actually means that if Yang Ming doesn't give it to you, no one else will be able to make the final decision.

An Wujiu knew very well that no matter what, Yang Ming's supplies were their life-saving straw. He just hoped that everyone could maintain a united attitude so that he could convince or defeat Yang Ming.

After all, the supplies here are clearly enough for everyone to survive. If someone dies because of lack of supplies, it is truly a waste of death.

"I said I would definitely give it, but I have a condition."

"You can only share these things equally with the six of you." Yang Ming's mouth curled up, "An Wujiu can't take any of them."

This is an option without hesitation. With the agreement, they can obtain more resources and a more stable situation than before.

Yang Ming did not threaten his power and forced everyone to obey him, but instead took the initiative to ced some of his own resources as a bargaining chip to increase the bet in this isolated bet.

Except for the unforgivable, everyone will win and not lose.

"I agree! Who doesn't agree with such a good deal?" Liu Chengwei was still the first person to express his opinion. Without thinking too much, he stepped forward to prepare to count all the resources.

"I agree with what Mr. Yang said." Ueno Daiseki also raised his hand weakly, but there was a smile that could not be hidden on his face.

They completely put An Wujiu's previous peace strategy and compassion behind their heads, just excited to get the extra gifts.

Yang Ming retried the supplies back into the panel and unexpectedly showed great patience to Liu Chengwei's recklessness. "Wait." He looked at the others, "I will give these supplies to each of you in two times. Don't worry, I will give them to them if I say I will give them."

After saying that, he squatted down and grabbed the bread on the ground, "Even if each of you doesn't have a duel, you won't be able to eat these things, and there will be even less water. I will give you life-saving rations."

"I'll say it again, no one is allowed to help An Wujiu, do you understand?"

Liu Chengwei immediately smiled flatteringly and said, "I know, I'll divide these unlabeled ones first." After that, he began to divide himself. For Yang Ming's coercion and inducement, others did not directly agree with his statement, nor did anyone stand up to object. Even Lao Yu, who would refute Yang Ming's statement at the beginning, had to choose to remain silent after facing the real war of survival and his own disadvantages.

An Wujiu sat on the sofa three or four meters away from them, quietly watching the other people's way of dividing their lives. But he didn't feel regretful. He gave another chance and An Wujiu would also suggest that everyone work hard to survive.

I felt that someone was staring at me, and An Wujiu looked over with his intuition.

It's that mechanical Guanyin again.

He leaned against the wall, his head tilted, and his eyes never left An Wujiu, as if he regarded him as a test subject to be observed, like a ghost, silent but like a shadow.

Liu Chengwei and Ueno handed the allocated supplies to the remaining people. Wu You and Zhong Yirou both looked at An Wujiu when they met, but they were soon discovered by Yang Ming.

"I have put forward such a small condition, and I hope everyone can follow it and not go against my good intentions."

Yang Ming walked to An Wujiu and bent down to smile at him.

"Do you want food? Duel."

An Wujiu didn't have too many expressions and had clear eyes.

"Are you... afraid of me?"

He even asked questions and seemed extremely simple, his speech was still slow, and his sentences were strangely not smooth, but Yang Ming just seemed to have been stabbed in something and grabbed his collar, "An Wujiu, I warn you, sir, look at me with that look! Don't think you can still control everyone like before. If I want you to die now, I can let you die."

An Wujiu still had no change in expression, so he just closed his eyes as if he agreed.

This look made Yang Ming even more angry. He was about to get angry when he heard a "pop" sound from behind him, and a small and hard thing hit the back of his head from behind.

"who!"

Yang Ming let go and turned around suddenly. An Wujiu adjusted his collar. When he raised his eyes, he saw Chen Ti, who was not far away, holding the champagne he got from somewhere. The wine without the jam continued to flow out and flowed all over the floor.

"Ah." He made a slightly surprised and overwhelmed voice, his hands wearing black gloves covering the position of his mouth under the mask.

But the next second, he covered his mouth and bent down and laughed, laughing non-stop, his nervous appearance left Yang Ming with nothing to say.

As he smiled, Chen Tits the mask on his face made a click. He raised his hand to take off the lower half, took a mouthful of the newly opened champagne, and looked like he was enjoying it.

However, the enjoyment did not last long, and I was so nervous that I was choking that I coughed, my lips were tight, and I could tell that I was disgusted.

An Wujiu sat in the same place and suddenly laughed like a child.

"Crazy." Although Yang Ming hated An Wujiu, Chen Ti was present. He didn't know the opponent's strength and could not guess his camp. In addition, he was the most bloody person on the field at present, so he would cause trouble if he got angry. So Yang Ming just pulled his wet suit jacket and walked away with a look of bad luck.

Not long after, Chen Ti left, and he was humming an unknown tune.

In the end, as Yang Ming expected, An Wujiu did not get water or food. He walked to the storage cabinet where the supplies were stored before and squatted down, only finding the remaining gauze and bandage. He squatted at the door of the storage cabinet and barely bandaged his wrist with the remaining materials.

Looking at the shocking wound, An Wujiu felt a little confused about his abnormal pain resistance. Although it was not that painful, he still bit off the bandage and hung his right arm on his chest to fix it.

It is not an exaggeration to be the worst situation for him now.

He is the only one of the eight people without water and food, so it is absolutely impossible to hold on until the end of the game. If he really wants to duel, his only three blood bars are pitifully small. Zhong Yi, who is only 1 point lower than his martial arts, and Yang Ming, who is 2 points, is probably because Yang Ming is afraid of him, he will be fucked by himself, because the purpose is to make him die.

Time passed by bit by bit, An Wujiu leaned against the sofa, staring at the patterns on the ceiling in silence.

The dark and closed space nourishes something, breaking through the ground and ready to move.

After allocating the supplies, the people in the room lost their motivation to communicate. They were scattered in every corner of the bunker, guarding the supplies they had just obtained.

Perhaps because of the setting of red and black lines, these people trapped in limited underground spaces have difficulty interacting with each other, and trust has become a scarce thing. No one knows whether the person standing in front of him is cursing himself behind his back, and wishing that he will die immediately.

At about 10:30, Ueno and Liu Chengwei turned back and walked to An Wujiu. I don’t know what their purpose was, but An Wujiu still sat upright, raised his eyes, and looked at them.

"I..." Ueno's expression was a little worried. He broke off half of the bread in his hand and handed it to An Wujiu.

An Wujiu looked at him calmly, not taking it as soon as possible.

I didn't even think about it and stood on Yang Ming's team and promised not to leave a way out for myself. Now I'm here to help me in time.

"I think you're right just now. This is not a zero-sum game." Seeing that he didn't accept it, Ueno's expression was a little cramped. He licked his lips and handed the bread closer. "You can hold it, although it's not much, but at least it can last for a day or two."

An Wujiu lowered his eyes and looked at the bread labeled [Ueno Daisei] in his hand, then looked up at him, and did not speak.

Liu Chengwei became impatient and shouted at him, "If you want to take it, just take it, so hard." Then he snatched the bag inside Ueno's hand and threw it into An Wujiu's arms.

But I don’t know if it was because of the bad accuracy or the intentional reason, the bread hit An Wujiu’s face hard.

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