[Comprehensive] Open your mouth and take medicine!

My whole thinking inference layout is like this: If I choose to take medicine, then I have a 50.00% chance of gaining action power, and if I make a wrong choice and take the wrong medicine, then I will die, and the explosion on Ginoza's neck The device will explode in response to changes in the body's temperature.Food - if you eat it, you may lose the opportunity to go to the next level, but if you don't eat it, I'm worried that Ginoza's physical strength will not be enough to complete the game.

Generally speaking, the safest behavior is that he does not eat food, and then leads me to continue walking until my physical strength is completely exhausted, and then I will choose which medicine to take-although this is a bit of a delay in the choice. , but there is a problem with this solution, that is, I don't know how long it will take to recover my mobility after taking this medicine, whether it can remove the effect of sealing my skills or just make me move .

Of course, there is a third option, but I don't think Ginoza would agree, so I won't consider it here.I looked at him quietly, and what I wanted to say, during the few hours I spent with him, I found that his way of thinking is actually very sharp and sensitive, that is to say-it is not right for him to think like a hound It couldn't be done, but this way of thinking was subconsciously rejected by him.

The thinking of normal people under the rule of Sieber, and the special sensitivity and thinking style of the criminal police coexist in him-even I would find him interesting, let alone that lunatic.

After looking at the console for nearly three or four seconds, he decisively turned around and walked to the next level with my back on his back, without giving me the medicine.This... this... this... Although I knew he would do this, but I really didn't expect him to do it so simply, "Hey, why don't you give me the medicine?"

"To shut up."

"..." Why do you feel that he is getting more and more proficient at making people shut up?It's definitely not my fault, and he seems to be sweating a little, I can smell the sweat on his body, "Do you want to take a break?"

He stopped for a few breaths, threw me on the ground, and then sat down on the ground and covered his face, "I can't take it anymore." I heard him mutter in a tone similar to self-defeating, "What the hell are you doing? How can you be so relaxed in this situation? You don't seem to be nervous at all."

I'm nervous, do you think I'm not nervous?But nervousness is useful, and being unable to eat or drink will also affect people's thinking efficiency. "Probably because I am a mental patient. I have lived in a mental hospital for a long time. Believe me, as long as you After living in that place for a period of time, no matter what kind of situation you encounter, you will be very calm."

"Psychological care facility?" he asked.

"Hmm...the kind of place where patients are tranquilized, restraint suits, and iron masks to prevent them from biting." I turned my head and looked at him, "All kinds of interesting things happen 24 hours a day , but strictly speaking, my problem is not mental illness but some other condition..." As for the specific condition, I think it would be better for me not to tell him. "You have half an hour to rest, but I'm really surprised why you chose to go to the next level so quickly. Are you interested in telling me? Just think of it as a psychiatrist, maybe there are others stress-reducing effect."

"Talking to you will only increase the pressure on me. A psychiatrist like you will only make people feel very insecure." He showed a wry smile and complained to me. He covered his face with his hands because he was sweating. Dust, so his face doesn't look pretty at all, it looks like it has been rolled in mud.

This slot is spit out, every sentence hits the point?Has the boy made progress?

"Tell me that you won't lose a piece of meat." I wanted to shrug my shoulders, but then I realized that my shoulders couldn't move, so I could only whistle. Then he ignored me, just buried his face in his palms, I tried I whistled twice, but I didn’t get into a tune at first, and I became unfamiliar with it after a long time. After trying out the tune, I began to try to see if I could play "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow".

He raised his head, hugged his knees, looked at his eyes, nose, nose, and heart without moving. It is important for him to rest for a while, but he must not fall asleep for more than half an hour. "Night in the suburbs of Moscow?" He asked with a wry smile road.

"Huh?~ I thought no one here knew this song anymore."

"...Really?" He seemed to be in a depressed state of mind, "I heard it before."

"Let me guess, your mother likes it?" I raised my eyebrows.

"..." If he didn't speak, it would mean that I guessed right, I raised one eyebrow, "Don't be so downcast, you see, at least you can move your limbs, but I can only lie down like a dead man."

"A dead person can't talk so much like you and still make me half dead." He seems to have begun to find the state of complaining. In short, because of his unwillingness to admit defeat, he has begun to learn to use complaining and poisonous tongue to divert my attention—— um , In a sense, I have a thick face and a dark heart, and this kind of complaint does not constitute any offensive power at all...

"You really don't intend to tell me why you just choose not to let me take the medicine and lead me forward?" I am still very curious about the reason why he did this, of course I can vaguely guess a little bit, probably this kind of being led by the nose The feeling of walking was slightly uncomfortable for him.

It's funny sometimes, he's been led by the nose all his life, and he starts to feel uncomfortable when he's led by another person—I mean Sieber.Ginoza has been imprisoned by Siber for more than 20 years so far. He is normal everywhere, thinking mode, behavior, psychology, life-it is simply a model of obedience to rule.

"...that kind of thing doesn't matter." He stood up and pulled me up onto his back.

"You say it doesn't matter. Is it from the judgment of Nobumoto Ginoza, or after thinking about the whole layout?" I said to him.

"...Is this kind of thing important?"

"Then let's talk about another topic." I smiled, "When you just arrived at the console, you subconsciously turned your head to look at me, and then quickly turned your head away, did you think of something?" Subconsciously turned your head It was to ask for my opinion, and then turned around to find that my behavior was actually asking for help from a very annoying person, a possible potential criminal.

It was difficult for him to imagine the event.

"Nothing!!!!" he warned emphatically.

"What do you want to do if you go out?" I am not surprised by his attitude at all, the little guy is arrogant again, my sister can understand.

He was quiet for a long time, and finally answered me in a strange-sounding voice mixed with various emotions: "Then you have to go out first."

"I'll take you out." I leaned my head on his neck and whispered into his ear, "I have a plan, listen to me first..."