The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 101 The thumb that decides life and death

The man in the cloak was quickly carried away on a stretcher.

After Lian Zhannan talked with a staff member for a while, he still chose to stay by the ring.

"He's going to keep beating..." Xue Li's expression was a little dignified: "Is it just to get more money... It's obvious that I don't have enough physical strength just now."

"Maybe it's for honor or challenge?" Bone Spur smiled with satisfaction, holding a cigarette in his mouth: "Hehehe... how long can I last under the challenge... see what my limit is - of course, it is very likely that I just knew this One point, and you're dead."

"Did he actually try to stab that person blind just now..." He Nan shook his head, feeling extremely disgusted: "This person is too disgusting... He won even if he stepped on it a few more times to vent his anger. To actually goug out people's eyes..."

"Oh, the premise is that his eyes are still useful." Bone Spur narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue: "It feels like this person is probably dead."

"I also think it's possible... Those kicks didn't show any emotion at all, they were too strong, and it felt like they were aimed at trampling him to death..." He Nan frowned: "I like this guy, but I still don't want to Something happened to him."

"Stupid people have stupid blessings... Maybe they will be alive and kicking tomorrow." Bone Spur chuckled: "Heh... Well, I also admit that I misjudged him at first... It's okay, I played well. But that cloak is really ugly, I insist on this point... Speaking of this, I have already mentioned it? That shit will only get in the way! See how he lost? It's not because of it... Sure enough, my eyes It has always been true! You should learn more about this kind of ability to know people."

You just said that you misjudged him... He Nan sighed: Forget it, don't say anything, it's not good to disturb others and pretend to be aggressive.

"Hmph... I don't like that big, stupid character." Bone spurs his mouth, and then he said to himself: "But... it's enough to please most audiences. Everyone loves drama. Just This guy? If the audience doesn't like him, his eyes will be gone now, and he can at most throw his foot on the ground to hear the sound! So, in this kind of black boxing place, it is very important for the audience to like you... Yes With good popularity, he can save his life at critical moments! From this point of view, he is quite shrewd..."

"I think he has that personality." Shirley took a small sip of the juice, expressing her disagreement.

She drank for a long time, but still didn't finish it.

The main reason is that I feel that I have to use it to pass my mouth. If I give her another cup, it will be sucked dry in an instant.

"Maybe, it's not easy to pretend to be stupid." Bone Spur's speech was ugly as always: "Do you know what this situation reminds me of?"

"Remember how the life and death of a gladiator was decided after he was defeated in the ancient Roman Colosseum?" He Nan felt that he could probably guess what Bone Spur was thinking: because he thought of the ancient Roman Colosseum as soon as he took his seat in the auditorium. .

"Ha! That's right." Bone Spur grinned: "It is said that at that time, after two gladiators fought and the winner was decided, the audience would give thumbs up to the emperor or other officials in charge... they thought the duel was wonderful, If you want the loser to live, put your thumbs up...If you feel bored, point your thumbs down and express your opinion...The final decision is still made by the one who has the right to judge. The opinions of the audience are only for you. For reference, whether his thumb is pointing up or down really determines the life and death of the loser."

Of course, there is another unpopular saying that putting the thumb up means letting him live, and hiding the thumb means letting him die.Which is true is untestable.All in all, the thumbs-up version is more acceptable to the public.

"...just like a referee." He Nan thoughtfully:
"Yeah - just like a referee. At that moment, he who controls life and death is like holding the authority to forgive sins... He is the emperor and the bishop." Bone spur snorted again and again: "But the difference is that the emperor He can ignore the voices of the audience. If he wants to kill the gladiator, he can do so... And what about the referee here? If he doesn't whistle to stop him, he will be in trouble... If the audience is not satisfied, he will be deflated gone."

"Hmm..." He Nan thought for a moment, then nodded.

Then, he had a new question.

"Bone spur, I want to ask you something." He Nan heard the loud shouts of the people, turned his head and asked him: "If a gladiator dies here, what should we do with the corpse?"

"Ha... I can only deal with it. The chopping board gang will help. They are professional in handling this...the fucking professional is professional and can easily greet the cop. Even if the body is accidentally found, no one will Go and investigate carefully." Bone Spur grinned: "But it's a human life after all, and it's a little troublesome in general. So generally you don't want gladiators to die here... This is not the kind of arena set up for killing people. "

"I see." He Nan nodded, "It's about the same as what I thought."

Soon, the third round of Lien Channan's competition will start again.

This time, a newcomer appeared on the screen.

In one place of winning rate, N/A is written.

It means that there is no data yet.

The odds, of course, are relatively high.

Newbies have higher odds.

Even so, few people are willing to buy him.

But after all, Lian Zhannan has already played the third round, and his physical strength has been exhausted.Therefore, some people will hesitate because of this, and do not know how to choose to be more stable.

Many people were very entangled in the betting stage. Not many people paid directly this time - they were all waiting for the newcomer to come out and take a look at his appearance before making a decision.

"Ha, newcomer?" Bone Spur chuckled and said, "Interesting... guessing the newcomer's level is the most interesting. I like this kind of challenge."

"Then is your guess accurate?" He Nan asked, "Do you guess whether he will win or lose this time?"

"I can't come to a conclusion right away. I haven't seen this guy fight once, and he looks very ordinary in the picture... Unlike the stupid big guy just now, I haven't seen his fighting style with my own eyes. You can tell just by looking at the cloak." Bone Spur whispered jokingly: "However, I can be sure of this, that is, the rookies are generally not very good at it, and the occasional ones are mostly from other underground competitions. The newcomers who came out this time are definitely strong enough—at least they must be at least [-]% of the level of the silly man with the cape just now."

"Because it's already the third round of consecutive battles?" He Nan tentatively said: "In general, the opponent's level needs to be raised...at least not lowered?"

"Yes. It should be said that at least it can't be too mediocre." Bone Spur exhaled and said so.

(End of this chapter)