Chapter 1004 Coin Judgment

Qucheng is a small city with a population of less than 10,000 people. In fact, it is only in the past few decades that listeners have chosen this place as their hometown. After all, in the past two hundred years, batches of listeners have Coming to this world is basically like being chased and killed by local indigenous strongmen. It is only after the balance of power between the two sides has deviated and destroyed that the audience can truly start to have a place to stay.

Nowadays, as the last group of indigenous people in the world who can form an organized peak power have been defeated, for most of the audience, it is time to "let the horse go to the south mountain".

They can have at least hundreds of years to think, live and enjoy, and usher in their own "good life" in the true sense of the word. They no longer have to worry about the number of enemies that must be completed and are broadcast every once in a while. Once again, I went for a sneak attack and fucked hard.

A quiet, comfortable and unrestrained life is coming. If they want, they can even create a religion, or even establish a country or political power in their own name.

When the broadcasters really move here, they will not be able to continue to have this unrestrained life, and they will become as low-key as they used to be in the reality of their own world. But when they think about it, they only need to be a little low-key to enjoy the land for hundreds of years. The free and unrestrained days of gods are already a paradise-like treatment for listeners whose average life span is equivalent to that of a human cicada.

Ordinary people in Qucheng don't know who controls this city, but they are serving the lives of the listeners here. Whether it's women, food, or other various needs, the listeners can be here. Get what you need.

Of course, there is no Internet in this world, but even the life of an ancient prince is enough to make the audience comfortable.

At this moment, an Eastern man and a Western man are sitting in front of the chessboard, playing a game of Chinese chess. The two sides are fighting inextricably. Basically, the winner can hardly be determined in the final game. After all, the wisdom of the two people and computing power are too much beyond the limits of ordinary people. Taking one step at a time and looking at two steps is really too childish for them.

But they prefer this kind of game. The status of these two people in Qucheng is also very high. After all, they belong to the audience of Lizhi's group. Now there are less than ten people in that group. For the latest group of people who came, From the perspective of the audience, they are undoubtedly older and can gain some respect.

But now that "the world is settled", they are the most leisurely type, unlike the latest group of big guys who have to hunt down the fish that slip through the net for a few points.

The Western man lit a cigarette, which was wrapped with locally grown tobacco. At first, he was not in the habit of smoking, but gradually, it became natural and he enjoyed it. He even found some special His tobacco leaves have been improved by himself. It is possible that in this world thousands of years later, legends belonging to him will be spread, such as the father of cigarettes.

"The radio station should be moving soon, right?"

"Soon."

However, at this moment, the ground began to shake, and the entire Qucheng began to tremble.

The two men stood up together, flew up together, and looked into the distance.

A Qin army is marching from a distance,

for a time,

The sunset is like blood.

……………………

Fatty sang a few songs in a row and regained his composure. None of the three were hypocritical people. They had seen too many things between life and death and experienced too many things personally, so there was nothing they couldn't let go of.

If there was usually a glimmer of hope in the past, everyone would have risked their lives and give it a try, but this time the three of them didn't have the energy to fight for anything, so they could just wait quietly.

In the end, there were only two cigarettes left. Fatty handed one to Su Bai and split the other in half, giving them to Buddha and himself.

"Differential treatment?" Su Bai, who was obviously treated better, took the initiative to joke at this time.

"You are the crown prince, so you should." The fat man didn't want to be a loser, so he retorted directly.

"Haha." Su Bai smiled and blew out a smoke ring, "You will be in trouble."

"It's boring to say this." The fat man shook his head. Although he always claimed to be a loyal fat son of the broadcasting and the broadcasting prince, in fact he did not get any benefits from it. In fact, he only had a good time. I'm addicted to it.

Of course, everyone chooses their own path. Fatty clearly knows that his wisest choice is to watch the fire from the other side, but he does not regret at all that he has gotten himself into this situation. People always have to go crazy.

To be honest, sometimes Fatty would be a little envious when he saw Su Baifa going crazy and living casually, who wouldn't want to?

Even ordinary people have the urge to see the phone ring after being exhausted from a day's work and not want to pick up the damn job and damn relationships.

"Okay, there's no need to be sensational. Let's see what the radio shows." Buddha shook the ashes from his cigarette and seemed to be seriously trying to put on a serious face but failed. He shook his head helplessly, "One o'clock before he died. The emotions can’t be brewed.”

"Hahaha..." Fatty laughed, making him happy, "Me too."

The sandalwood has been burned to the end, and it seems that only the last trace is left. The three people's eyes are staring at that position together, as if waiting for the final judgment.

However, when the sandalwood reached the critical point, it actually paused.

one second,

ten seconds,

One minute,

Nothing happened.

"The time should have come." The fat man muttered, and then took the initiative to run under the incense stick and look at it, "Damn it, it's still burning, it's not extinguished, but it can't be finished."

Buddha and Su Bai also stood up together. They walked to the sandalwood and looked at the sandalwood that had only the last trace left but was still burning.

"Does this mean that the other side succeeded?" Buddha asked, "Qilu and Fusu are done?"

"Probably." The fat man scratched his head again, "In that case, how should we get out? The main mission of the broadcast has been announced. Although the incense is still burning, how should we get out?"

Broadcasting is a carrier of rules. It seems to be above the rules, but in fact it is the rules that control the operation. Therefore, even if Fusu and Monk really succeed, the main task of broadcasting is the main task, which can make Tan The incense continued to burn, but it was impossible to release Su Bai and Fatty Buddha without any reason, against the rules of the main mission that he had customized before, and without any principles.

Radio cannot do anything inconsistent.

"In this case, we can at least be sure that the broadcaster is not playing tricks on us. Anyway, we are ready for three people to die together or one of them is randomly selected to die. So at this time, the broadcaster will borrow the sandalwood permanent burning bug to finally It's meaningless to tease us and make us kill each other." Su Bai analyzed, "Then let's take a gamble. Either me or Fatty you and Buddha, one of the two parties must be Clones.”

The fat man pondered for a moment and finally understood what Su Bai meant. Although the three of them had no communication with the outside world in the story world, this abnormal sandalwood also ignited everyone's so-called hope for survival, but nothing could be finalized. .

But the three people who were planning to lose everything actually had nothing to bet on.

"Now, if Fusu is really successful, then the radio should immediately stop the listener destruction plan. We advanced listeners with the best talents will definitely be held in the hands of it like a treasure." Fatty said When he said the words "best talent", his face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat, "So, we can only think that one of us is a clone, but that person doesn't know that he is a clone.

Moreover, this story world is likely to have two circles, exactly the same circle. For example, in another story scene, there are also three of us. "

"That's all I can think of. If the radio doesn't want to kill us, it can only set it up like this. Even if it doesn't set it up like this at the beginning, in order to remedy it and prevent us from dying, it will still follow our ideas. Expand.

At worst, after this time, we can instill some memory images into the other side, which will complete its story world. " Buddha said.

"Then, the last question, how do we judge which party is the clone? You know, if this factor was taken into account in the setting of the broadcast at the beginning, then it is very likely that there will be two batches of the three of us in the two stories. We have to make a choice, which party to kill?" Fatty asked doubtfully, "If both story worlds choose to kill the same group of people, then no matter how the broadcast tries to remedy it, one of us must die, even if the broadcast doesn't want us anymore. die."

Su Bai threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said to the fat man: "Fat man, do you have any coins on you?"

"Toss a coin?" The fat man was stunned for a moment and then immediately understood what Su Bai meant. He immediately took out an ancient coin from his pocket and said, "Heads will kill you Dabai, tails you will kill us both."

Su Bai nodded in agreement, and Buddha on the side also agreed.

"Actually, there's really not much pressure." Fatty said to himself. Tossing a coin is generally about luck, especially when Fatty throws it casually without any calculation or trickery. It just depends on luck. In the story world, looking at luck is actually equivalent to the mood of watching a radio broadcast, but in this form, the radio tells you and others who to kill.

"Life or death is a matter of fate." The fat man shouted low and threw the coins in his hand into the air.

The coins flipped continuously in the air,

Finally it fell to the ground,

It's the front.

Su Bai smiled slightly, motioned for the fat man to start with Buddha, and said at the same time,

"I try my best to minimize my vitality, otherwise I'm afraid you will kill too hard."

The fat man, who was a little embarrassed at first, suddenly had the urge to punch the guy in front of him.