Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1774

"you're so dumb?"

Hai Na's loud voice was the first to break the silence again, and she said to the short black-haired man, "What are you talking about? Don't everyone be wary of you now? Anyway, I'm sure I won't believe what you said."

The man with short black hair obviously realized the mistake he made, and stammered "no" a few times with an ugly face, as if he wanted to repent, but he couldn't squeeze out any good explanation; he finally fell heavily on the sofa, The people who were staring at him asked: "That's it? I have no experience, and I haven't entered a copy... If I slipped a word, everything will be over? Then, what should I do now? I can't get enough mouthpieces. Man, what will happen in the end? I forgot..."

Everyone glanced at each other. "I don't remember either," Guan Nan whispered; Doctor Chen also shook his head and said, "I don't have any memory."

"I don't think it's said in the rules at all." Duck Ewer recalled, frowning.

"It's true that I didn't say it," Lin Sanjiu said in a deep voice. "I paid special attention when I was listening. The rules only say that the person who gets four microphones can pass the level victoriously, but it doesn't say what will happen to the loser."

This is the truth; but the reason why she chooses to tell the truth at this time is because of selfishness.

The rules say that when you're proving your honesty—in other words, when people think you're telling the truth—credibility increases.

What was not mentioned in the introduction is how many "events" are needed to increase credibility; what Lin Sanjiu is doing now is a "test" to increase credibility.

Seeing everyone nodding their heads and acknowledging that "the rules do not say that the loser ends", Lin Sanjiu looked at the small white number representing credibility in the upper right corner of his field of vision—as if sensing her expectation, the number moved.

"It's increased," Teacher Yi's surprise didn't last half a second before he was deflated, "Why did it increase by 0.058?"

After all, you have to divide by 12.

Lin Sanjiu frowned and calculated in her mind—it was said in the introduction of the rules that when she makes a person generate a trust value, the minimum unit should be 0.1; if a person generates a trust value for her that is lower than 0.1, it will not be counted up.If you multiply 12 back, it means that the sentence just now only allowed seven people to agree with its authenticity, which produced the minimum trust value.

"At least we know that the trust value that a truthful statement can generate for a person is 0.1," she said to Teacher Yi, "I'll try again and see if this theory is right."

While everyone was still discussing the rules, she thought about it and added: "This scene is not mine."

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Haina seemed to be the type of person who poured out whatever was in her heart. The way she looked at Lin Sanjiu, she obviously felt that the latter's mind was not working well. "He—what's your name? Wan Volt? What a strange name. Anyway, Wan Volt said it himself. This is his scene."

Lin Sanjiu didn't pay attention to what she said, and almost missed the name of the short black hair - because there was movement in the upper right corner of her field of vision.

This time, 0.358 jumped twice: the first time, it jumped to 0.391.Before she could be happy, the number jumped again and became 0.291.

"Damn," Teacher Yi seldom cursed, "This means—"

Before she had time to calculate carefully, she heard the woman with makeup on her face say to Hana coldly: "You should think about it again. She said that this scene is not hers, and told Wan Fute that this scene is his. The choice has two different meanings.”

Hana froze for a moment, the confusion of "what are you talking about" on her face quickly turned into a thin layer of anger. "Pay attention to your tone of voice, and speak clearly if you want to speak."

Regardless of her height and shape, or her voice and temper, she is very intimidating; with her two arms stretched out, it feels like she can be folded and thrown out of the window by any grown man.

Even the somewhat lofty woman had to slow down and said: "Mao Nu said that her scene is not the hotel right now. The probability of this being true is 11/12, but Wan Fute said that his scene is exactly the hotel. This, the probability of being true is 1/12... Do you understand?"

Mao Nu mean her?Lin Sanjiu stroked his eyebrows, secretly thinking, this woman is not only clear-headed, but also very good at naming, she is also a sounding board and a hairy girl, which is quite appropriate.

Hannah obviously still doesn't understand.But she seemed to hate the other party a little, and she didn't want to ask any more. She snorted and asked Wan Fute: "What is the 'answer' in your scene?"

"That's it," Wan Fute replied quickly, and raised his finger—the crowd followed his finger to look, and saw a large stack of newspapers placed against the wall in the reception area. Judging from the thickness, there were eleven copies up.

He knew what Media was without even looking for it. Could it be that what this guy just said was the truth?

"I think...he might be telling the truth."

The duck down happened to think of a piece too.She didn't have enough confidence, and under the gaze of the woman who looked like she was wearing makeup, her voice became smaller and smaller: "If what he said was a lie, wouldn't the real owner of the scene immediately know that he was lying? There will be deductions." The effect of 0.1 credibility... If other people are only dubious, it will neither increase nor decrease his credibility... It will be 0.1 less when it comes up. This, this, I think the disadvantage is very big. Of course, I just thought about it a little bit, and maybe there are other possibilities..."

Lin Sanjiu groaned, and also sat down on the sofa.

Her second sentence "This scene is not mine", calculated from the numbers, only made four people believe her - one of them should be the woman who was born with makeup - she just added 0.4 divided by The credibility of 12, but because a person immediately distrusted her, 0.1 was deducted from her alive.

It's not half-belief, noncommittal, hesitation...they are not enough to deduct his own credibility; that person is very sure that what she said is a lie.

why?
Is it because of duck down again?If every time she said a word in the future, the ducks would immediately disbelieve her, and if there were less than three scenes, her credibility would probably be taken away--you have to think about what to do.

"Yes, it's a waste of time." Teacher Yi concluded.

"No, at least my deduction is correct..." Lin Sanjiu murmured, "One truth, or when they think I told the truth, the trust value generated is 0.1. But this method is risky. Not small, if one person thinks I'm lying, it can offset the trust value of the whole group."

However, there may be a way to make up for the lost 0.1.

"The girl said that the probability of me telling the truth is 11/12, and it is true." She raised her voice slightly and said, "I don't know if you believe in Wanvolt, but I won't ask you to pick it up anyway. I will not say anything strange about anything in this scene, you are welcome to supervise me."

This sentence increased her credibility by 0.025—that is, three more people believed her.Her words themselves should not be so powerful, it should be the "11/12" probability question raised by the woman, which helped a lot.

Anyway, she is now 0.316, which is an increase from the beginning, which is considered a good thing.

"I don't understand." Henna raised her hands and surrendered: "My mind is completely confused, I don't know who is real and who is not. Anyway, from now on, I will be invincible if I don't believe anyone. "

"True or not, it's not that important now. I'll go take a look around," Dr. Chen smoothed things over gently, "Speaking of which, don't laugh at me. I haven't eaten anything since last night. My blood sugar Low, I can't bear the hunger."

"But, what if..." Duck Down immediately raised his head.

"Don't worry, I only touch things whose total number is less than 11." Dr. Chen said with a smile.

It shows that he is dubious about Wan Fute's statement; after all, there are at least 12 media in each scene... This should be a way to identify media, Lin Sanjiu made a note of it in his heart.

Hai Na shouted "I'm going too", and Guan Nan and Wen Ya left with them.Four people were lost in one breath, and the reception area seemed a lot more relaxed. Everyone looked at each other, no one approached anyone, but no one walked away.

Lin Sanjiu thought about it carefully and understood.If in a non-home scene, you stay away from others alone for safety reasons, what should you do when you arrive at your own home court?Wouldn't it be too conspicuous to get close to everyone at that time?

"Wait a minute," a young man who was speaking for the first time suddenly turned back and forth on the seat a few times.He has a round head and round face, round nose and round lips. He is simple and honest. It can be said that he is a natural face suitable for this game. There are more than eleven flowers in total..."

"Did you just find out?" The woman who looked like she was born with makeup sat down next to Lin Sanjiu, crossed her slender legs, and said very bluntly: "I suspect that in order to drown out the presence of Media, every scene There is more than one kind of thing, and the number is more than 12."

"What else?" asked another man with a pointed chin.His facial features are gentle and meticulous, although the ups and downs and shape of his face vaguely resemble some kind of rat, but among men, he can be regarded as good-looking. "Did you find it?"

"Look for yourself," she raised her chin toward the front desk far from the lobby. "In the large transparent bowl on the table, there must be eleven of those individual things, right?"

Sure enough, ordinary people in the post-apocalypse did not recognize those sepak takraw balls that should be used for decoration.After being reminded by her, everyone except Wan Fut got up and looked around—and soon they found that there were more than eleven bottles of wine and more than eleven glasses in the decorative wine cabinet; Afterwards, there were hundreds of blank papers; Dr. Chen and his team came out of the hotel restaurant, and they also brought almost unfortunate news: there was no one kind of food, and the total number was less than eleven.

"Does eating count as taking it with you?" Dr. Chen asked with a sigh, pointing to the bags of bread slices in the kitchen of the restaurant.

Too bad it's yet another rule that no one remembers.

"As I said, Media is a newspaper," Wan Fute suddenly strode into the kitchen in a fit of anger, tore open the bag, and said, "If you don't believe me, don't eat it. I'll eat it myself."

Everyone watched him open the refrigerator and found a large box of turkey slices. They did not hesitate at all, and gradually gained a little courage; ironically, people who would choose to eat with him are unlikely to think that Wan Volt was telling the truth—this, he probably didn't expect.

Perhaps human beings always involuntarily loosen up when eating, and soon, people in and outside the kitchen relaxed their vigilance at the plates of food, and the chatter became the buzzing background sound one after another; even the long A man with a primitive forehead and strong arms, and even ventured to open a drink-it seems to be fine.

To gain the trust of others, sometimes it is not necessary to rely on language.Although the man seemed to be muscular and not good at using the brain, he found a good entry point; soon, he, the round face, and the mouse face began to exchange cups and cups.

Now is a good time to find duck down to resolve the misunderstanding.

Everyone was busy with their own activities, although their eyes were still wandering around the room, at least they were not staring at others to be on guard as before; but Lin Sanjiu walked around in the lobby and the restaurant, but for a moment he didn't care. See duck down.

"Who are you looking for? Don't you eat?"

Without looking back, Lin Sanjiu knew who the speaker was.She turned her head, looked at the face covered in powder mist, and asked, "Didn't you eat?"

"Yes. My name is Jiang Tian." She crossed her arms and said in a knowing tone: "What you said just now is actually an experiment to increase credibility?"

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Lin Sanjiu—if there is any benefit to that big tangle of hair on her face, it might make Lin Sanjiu's expression less obvious—"Actually, I was doing the same thing just now. I Added 0.1 credibility, how about you?"

　You may have discovered that the name Wan Volt comes from the reader’s [-] Volts, and Jiang Tian comes from the fact that ginger is sweet... This kind of behavior belongs to cutting first and playing later. Readers find it very interesting to play the role, but when killing the role, there will be a lot of psychological burden...

Report on the second day without shampoo: the hair feels so fucking uncomfortable, it feels a little sticky and greasy, as if it hasn't been washed (maybe it hasn't been washed); but it can't be seen when you look at it , even a little fluffier than when I shampooed it, I don't know why.According to the information I have gathered so far, I will not be able to wash my hair again until next week, so in order to maintain the decency of a civilized person, I have now renamed it dry cleaning.

ps: The password of my Q number seems to have been stolen, and I am recovering it, so I would like to say something to everyone who has joined the group...

　
(End of this chapter)