Chapter 184 Rules of the Game
Hearing this, the bald man hesitated for a moment, turned around and looked at the person behind him, then asked: "Can I first ask what kind of game it is and what are the rules?"
Lu Jiamu asked back: "When you encounter weirdness, will it tell you its rules in advance?"
The bald man smiled apologetically: "Indeed not."
Lu Jiamu added, "It's a team game. The game I designed is naturally absolutely fair and just."
The bald man said obediently: "Of course I am willing to follow your arrangements, but after all, I am not the only one who wants to participate in the game. Maybe others have other ideas. I can't be the master of everyone. Can you let me discuss it with them first?"
"Okay, no problem." Lu Jiamu nodded and watched the bald man leave.
The bald man quickly returned to the other survivors and asked for their opinions.
The survivors were originally several incompatible teams, but they had just seen the negotiation between Baldy and Lu Jiamu, and knew that the main conflict now was no longer the struggle between their teams, so they all gathered together silently.
The bald man was different from Lu Jiamu who had no information. He had dealt with everyone else in the venue and was quite familiar with them. Naturally, he knew who among these people had a higher status and more say. He looked at them one by one inquiringly, seeking their opinions.
Although he had developed a certain degree of trust and obedience towards Lu Jiamu, he still didn't know what other people thought of him. He also didn't want to be targeted and disliked by others for participating in an unknown game on his own and having unsatisfactory results.
The others talked briefly, and a hoarse voice made an analysis in a low voice: "We don't know who he is. Maybe he just came out to make fun of us. They always like to do this. This is not in line with the rules, but after all, we are the last survivors, and our situation is indeed a bit awkward."
Everyone understood what he meant.
They are the last group of survivors, and there are no one else left. Even if they are treated unfairly, no one will speak up for them. Now there is no order outside the Black Tower.
They are widows and are the most suitable objects to be played with.
Moreover, many powerful people have already entered the Black Tower. It can be said that these people are dispensable and have no apparent value.
Even if they were just kids who ran away for fun and not real staff members, they could be abandoned or maliciously killed outside with just a random excuse, such as thinking they were at risk of being contaminated. No one would investigate the reasons.
Everyone glanced at Lu Jiamu who was still waiting patiently there.
Although the survivors seemed united on the surface, they had different thoughts in their hearts.
The survivors who already have admission tickets certainly do not want the status quo to change too much, but they also do not agree with Lu Jiamu's words that deny them admission.
If he is not the person in charge of this matter, then they should try to delay as much time as possible and wait for the situation, waiting for a staff member who will arrive later, and it would be best if they could get tickets for their other relatives and friends during this gap.
Survivors who do not yet have admission tickets hope that resources can be redistributed to change their fate.
In short, a competition with supervision and rules to follow may be what everyone needs most at this moment.
Finally someone concluded: "If he wants to have fun, show him some fun first."
Having reached a conclusion, all the survivors gathered around Lu Jiamu: "We will follow your arrangements."
Lu Jiamu's lips curled up with satisfaction, and he snorted and laughed: "You are on my territory, so of course you have to listen to me."
As he said this and waved his hand, Diary came over happily with a gun and a few decks of playing cards.
"The rules of the game are not complicated." Lu Jiamu took the playing cards and began to shuffle them. He pointed to Diary, who was disassembling a gun for demonstration, and introduced, "Like what he is doing now, we will disassemble a gun into multiple parts, namely the gun body, the magazine, and the bullets one by one. Each part is counted as an item. Now we will conduct a dark box auction game for you."
"Five items will be shown in each round. The total number of guns will be kept secret. Anyway, there will not be just one. The order in which the items appear depends on my mood.
I will randomly give each of you a card each time. This is the weight in your hand for the auction. You can reveal your cards to others or not. But you can come to me privately every round and bet a few cards on a certain item. The total number of cards will be counted as the weight you bet. In the end, the one with the highest bid will win, and the one with the lowest bid will have his or her cards discarded. "
"But the so-called dark-box auction means that when you place your bet, you cannot learn from me how many people have bet on the item you want to obtain before, or how much they bet. You can ask others for their judgment, or you can guess for yourself. In short, I only care about the final result."
Lu Jiamu clicked on the diary, and after showing everyone the three parts of the gun, he reinstalled it and aimed it at the survivors.
Lu Jiamu continued, "But as long as someone successfully assembles a complete gun, they can shoot the person they want to kill the most, until there are only fifteen of you left, and the game ends. What do you think?"
The survivors listened carefully, fell silent for a moment, and thought carefully.
Someone asked: "Are there any other rules and restrictions for this game?"
The bald man also asked: "You just said it was a team game, what is the meaning of this team?"
"There are absolutely no restrictions. You can play however you want. I only record the results. You can do whatever you want during the process. As long as no one dies for no reason, I don't care." Lu Jiamu forced a smile. "Do you still need me to assign teams?"
The survivors fell into thought again.
Although the rules of this game sound simple, human hearts are unpredictable. This kind of game will probably become extremely complicated once it is actually played.
The host of the game has no restrictions on the team composition in this game and only looks at the final result. This is probably equivalent to the host tacitly allowing traitors to appear continuously during the game and a large number of conspiracies and calculations to occur during the game.
Under this background, their original community of interests will probably soon fall apart, and even the close associates in their original team cannot be trusted.
Moreover, the host also forbids killing people halfway, so the unstable factors cannot be eliminated at all.
Therefore, the strongest survivor in the field is now the most likely to be targeted and eliminated first.
The bald man spoke up: "Your game is very convincing to me, but I think there may be a little bit of unfairness in it."
Lu Jiamu raised his eyebrows: "Then tell me, let me hear if it makes sense."
Seeing that Lu Jiamu was willing to listen to his advice, the bald man immediately smiled and said, "I feel that your game doesn't pay much attention to our previous performance. If someone has been acting more aggressively before and happens to hold some key items that may pose a threat to others, then in this completely random game, they may be targeted by the weak who stick together first. By then, you may not take away the fifteen strongest people."
Lu Jiamu realized that the "key item" he mentioned was most likely the admission ticket.
When Lu Jiamu was introducing the game, he deliberately did not mention anything about the admission ticket, just waiting for him to ask for it in person.
Lu Jiamu followed his words and acted distressed: "It seems to be true. Your previous performance should also have some weight in the game."
"Then I'll add another rule." Lu Jiamu raised his lips slightly. "Every time someone successfully puts together a gun and is ready to shoot, they need to signal me and tell me the target to attack. After the target is selected, they cannot dodge. If the target is someone with an admission ticket, the first shot will be canceled and a bullet will be consumed. It will need to be fired at the target a second time before it can be fired normally."
In a nutshell, people with a pass have two lives in the game, while those without a pass only have one.
Lu Jiamu thought about it and added another rule: "If multiple guns have been assembled at the same time, the rounds of shooting will be carried out in the order in which the guns are assembled. That is, no matter how many bullets you have, after shooting a bullet, you must wait for others to act. You can only enter the next round after other people who are qualified to shoot have completed their actions."
In other words, after the gun is assembled, it cannot be fired continuously, and it also gives other teams a chance to fight back.
"If you join my game, you must follow my rules. Those who break the rules will die."
"Do you understand?"
The addition of a talisman in this game undoubtedly made those who had admission tickets, led by the bald man, feel very satisfied.
Moreover, this consideration was proposed by Baldy himself, not Lu Jiamu, so they did not notice anything worthy of vigilance.
Several people nodded in satisfaction: "I understand."
Therefore, people always believe more in what they think and reason about.
Seeing how understanding they were, Lu Jiamu smiled with satisfaction.
His goal wasn't to play the entire game with them just for fun. His goal from beginning to end was to separate these people and observe who had the pass.
Now with the addition of a double life buff in this game, he will soon be able to know for sure who has the pass.
Lu Jiamu shuffled the cards in his hand more loosely and asked the survivors in the venue to line up and take a card from him one by one.
After the first round of dealing, the survivors quickly glanced at their cards.
"If that's ok, let's start the game now."
Lu Jiamu took five magazines and showed them to everyone: "These are the five items for the first round. You can start thinking about which one you want. I'll be waiting for you outside. If you have made up your mind, you can come to me in batches to place your bets."
"Waiting for good news from you all."
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