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Chapter 19 sacrifice (2)
Chu Huai walked back to the woman's body and squatted down, holding the knife handle in his uninjured left hand.
He tried, but could not pull it out, so he had to endure the pain and put his hands together.
With a "puff", the butcher's knife was pulled away, and the sticky blood spattered, and Chu-Huai only felt a burst of warmth on his face.
It's fishy.
The beads of blood slid down his cheek to his chin, teetering.
By moonlight, Chu Huai looked at the knife in his hand. The knife body was rusty and there was a small gap in the blade.
How many bodies have been divided before this knife becomes like this?
When the moon was getting brighter and brighter outside the high wall, he turned and saw that the deepest corner of the cell was full of pale human bones.
He wants to. Cut up the body?
His usual right hand is hurt, and the knife is so dull, can he cut the body?
It's hard to chop ribs, not to mention. Even if a person avoids the bones, the distributed muscles will make it impossible for him to cut under the knife.
He is not familiar with the structure of the human body, although the heart stops beating after death, even if he cuts the artery, the blood will not spatter, but as long as there is a little blood loss, it is disadvantageous to him.
Because of this, the weight of the sacrifice became smaller, and he could not get the blood that had flowed to the ground into the pot.
Not to mention not only arteries, but also stomach, intestines, bladder.
Chu Huai is calm and frightening, and his way of thinking is very much like a high-IQ criminal.
He put down the knife for a while, regardless of the dirt, and dragged the body onto the electronic scale.
It weighs 120 jin.
In other words, Lou Ming in the opposite cell also has 120 jin of sacrifices.
After an event, all he had left was. After three minutes, if the sacrifice is not put into the pot within three minutes, he is tantamount to handing over the victory in the first round.
……
In the apartment, Luo Ziyang's heart went up to his throat.
"Oh, my God, is the clue competition so scary?" He clasped the pillow and wanted to see it but dared not.
Because of the awkward position of Tianji, he didn't want to shove his bleeding hand into that weird place, so he never went to the clue fight, and he never thought it would be like this.
Song Chen looked dignified: "this is the fifth-order level."
This is really too difficult.
She may not be able to go under the knife herself, let alone the frail Chu Jiao.
However, on the screen, Chu Jiao was particularly quiet, and there was a moving light in her obsidian eyes.
Clue competition is essentially a competition, the task person will not die, so apartment residents can watch the game in front of the TV in the apartment, which is also a bad taste of the scary world.
Jin Tianyi's sight fell on the dead woman dragged by Chu and Huai.
"if it were you, how would you divide it?" Song Huan asked Luo Ziyang.
Luo Ziyang thought for a moment and said unsure, "I will divide the sacrifice into large, small, medium and small portions. According to Tian Ji's idea of horse racing, I will bet my luck to see if my small piece meets his big piece, the middle piece meets his small piece, and the big piece meets his middle piece."
Song Chen was thoughtful and frowned. Luo Ziyang had no big problem with his way of thinking, but she didn't believe that the world of terror would let them win with luck.
This is unreasonable.
Apartments have always been superior and inferior in terms of strength, which can be seen from the appearance of the apartment and the level of occupancy.
Jin Tianyi suddenly said, "that is when the sacrifice is of equal weight."
Luo Ziyang: "what do you mean?!"
Jin Tianyi pointed to the split screen belonging to Lou Ming.
In the split screen, Lou Ming also dragged the body close to the electronic scale.
Luo Ziyang suddenly opened his eyes wide and forgot to breathe.
He watched all the time, but missed the fatal point.
What Lou Ming is dragging is a. The body of a man, the man is short, but. Very fat.
Definitely more than. 120 jin.
The number on the electronic scale lights up.
"170 jin!" Luo Ziyang roared.
"how did this happen?!" Song Chen pulled up his short hair painfully.
Lou Ming's sacrifice is 50 jin more than that of Chujiao.
According to Luo Ziyang's way of thinking, it is not that there is no chance of winning, it's just. It's too slim.
"Boss! It's not fair! " Luo Ziyang suddenly stood up, looking manic.
"Why does the world bully a newcomer like this?! This bullshit clue fight, but also to a wool?! The world might as well let us all die! "
"calm down first," Jin Tianyi told him to sit down. "there must be a reason for the distribution of copies in this way. this more or less period may be the key to victory."
"but." Song Chen decadently broke the truth, "We know that Chu Jiao does not know that Lou Ming is 50 jin more than her. She must have thought that Lou Ming also has 120 jin. In that case, we will basically lose."
Jin Tianyi stared directly at Chu Huai on the screen: "he will know."
Lou Ming seemed to know that people from Jin Tianyi's apartment were watching him in front of the TV, suddenly looked up, smiled with a certainty of victory, and then compared the middle finger to them.
"him!" Luo Ziyang was so angry that he wanted to smash the TV set.
Jin Tianyi stood up and snatched the glass that was about to be crushed from his hand.
There was a cold look in his eyes, but his tone was extremely calm: "We will win."
"I believe him."
Luo Ziyang sat down angrily, clutching his hands tightly and staring at Chu Jiao on the screen.
Jiaojiao, come on.
It doesn't matter if you lose.
When you come back, Brother Luo secretly hugs you.
Song Chen shook his head secretly and could not help being disappointed with Jin Tianyi. She did not expect that Jin Tianyi, as powerful as Jin Tianyi, would be blinded by love and placed her hopes on a new person, blindly confident and impractical.
His words are tantamount to empty promises, but beauty is useless.
In the split screen, Lou Ming held a butcher's knife, cut off the whole arm of the man's body and put it on the scale to weigh it.
It weighs 10 jin.
He shrugged his shoulders, looked indifferent, shook the bleeding arm with the tip of the knife, shook it hard, and threw it into the cauldron.
The Scald in the pot was tumbling and the arm was out of sight in an instant.
His sacrifice has been put into the pot.
"10 jin? Is this his little piece? So small? " Luo Ziyang's eyes lit up. "if there is so little, as long as Jiaojiao is more than 10 jin, this round will win!"
"next, Jiaojiao still has more than 100 jin, as long as her big piece is bigger than Lou Ming's middle piece."
"suppose a Jiaojiao block weighs 100 jin, and if you encounter 6 or 70 jin of Lou Ming's middle piece, won't you win?"
Song Chen poured cold water on him: "that is under the premise of Chu Jiao winning the first round."
There is a small black clock at the top of the center of the TV set. Unconsciously, there is only one clock left. One minute.
The countdown begins.
Chu Huai was half squatting, holding a knife in his left hand hanging in mid-air, as if hesitating.
Song Chen hates that iron does not make steel.
Finally, Chu Huai moved.
In Song Chen's expectant eyes. Slowly loosened the hand holding the handle of the knife.
"Bata", the knife fell to the ground, the sound was clear.
Time out.
Then he came to his senses to cut it, but it was too late to cook it.
Song Chen sighed and closed his eyes feebly.
Sure enough, it is wrong for her to expect so much from a newcomer, and not all women are like her.
Jin Tianyi smiled an imperceptible smile at the corners of his mouth.