Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"How can I be considered to have won?"

"You've already won four out of ten games. Yan Jiedi only needs to win one more, and you only need to win one or two more, and I'll let you go. Are you just going to give up like this?"

Lin Tian spread his hands, indicating that he did not understand.

Yu Li was stunned.

In a heart filled with despair and collapse, a faint ripple of hope stirred.

She looked up at Lin Tian's youthful face and his eyes, which were now filled with "sincerity." Reason told her that this was definitely a trap, but her will to survive grew wildly like weeds.

Should we... trust him this once?

Take a gamble, try your luck, and maybe your bicycle will turn into a jeep?

Winning six out of ten games is enough to survive.

We've already won four games, winning two more... doesn't seem too difficult, right?

Yu Li's mind started racing. That ghostly figure's throwing knife skills were so poor; all five knives missed their vital points.

Either they deliberately let the opponent win, or their aim is genuinely bad.

If it's the former, it means Lin Tian is indeed "playing" and won't really kill them; if it's the latter... then their chances of winning are even greater.

If I win just one more game... no, two more... I can survive.

This thought, like a drug, instantly numbed the nerves of fear.

Yu Li took a deep breath, trying to steady her collapsing mind.

She wiped away the tears on her face, forced herself to stand up, and although her legs were still shaking, her eyes regained focus.

"OK!"

"Lin Tian, ​​come on, tie me up, and I'll play with your... friend."

She glanced at the ghostly figure as she said the word "friend".

The ghostly figure toyed with a throwing knife in its hand, its ghostly face turned toward her, seemingly examining this new toy.

Lin Tian laughed, a very happy laugh, like a child who had received a new toy, and calmly pulled out a revolver.

The gun body is a dark iron gray, and there are signs of wear on the handle, indicating that it is quite old.

But the barrel still gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.

Yu Li's eyes widened instantly.

"Adults have their own way of doing things."

Lin Tian gently stroked the gun, his movements as tender as if he were petting a pet. "Throwing knives are for kids, this revolver is the romance of adults."

He raised the gun and looked at the chamber against the light: "It has six chambers and can hold six bullets, but I'm a kind-hearted person and don't like to push things to the extreme."

Lin Tian pulled out five gleaming yellow bullets from another pocket and lined them up in front of Yu Li:

"So, there are only five bullets in the pistol, one bullet per round. And the corresponding body part for each bullet...?"

"Left hand, right hand, left foot, right foot, head, that's five parts. If you're lucky enough to get an empty slot, you win that round."

watt?

Yu Li swallowed hard.

Her eyes were fixed on the five bullets, her mind racing as she calculated the probabilities.

Six chambers, five bullets, and one empty chamber.

The probability of hitting the target on the first shot is 5/6, and the probability of missing – that is, getting a bye – is 1/6.

If the first shot misses, then there are four bullets in the remaining five chambers, and one chamber is empty. The probability of hitting is 4/5, and the probability of missing is 1/5...

No, that's not how you calculate it.

Because the bullet's position is fixed, if the first shot is an empty chamber, the game is over, and she wins immediately.

So in reality, all she needs to do to win is hit that empty chamber before the first, or the second... or the fifth shot.

fair enough.

Yu Li comforted herself in her heart.

I have the cost of four "trial and error" attempts. If the first four shots are not unloaded, they will only hit my limbs and will not be fatal.

Only on the fifth shot, if the chamber is still open, will it hit the head.

I don't believe I'm that unlucky, that I didn't get a chance to fire a gun even after five attempts.

just in case……

What if we get a bye on the first try?

Wouldn't that mean she and her sister-in-law could be rescued directly?

If you look at things from a positive perspective, even despair doesn't seem so hopeless.

Yu Li straightened her back a little.

She looked at Lin Tian and at the revolver, and suddenly felt a surge of pride: My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!

I, Yu Li, refuse to believe that Heaven will betray me!

"Come on, Lin Tian,"

Yu Li's voice steadied, even carrying a hint of provocation, "I'll take this case."

"good!"

Lin Tian clapped his hands, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "What courage! The last person with such spirit... was Qin Huairu."

He said this with genuine admiration in his tone.

I don't know what they admire about it.

Lin Tian began loading the ammunition, his movements slow and meticulous.

A bullet is picked up between the thumb and forefinger, its brass casing gleaming in the light, and then, with a "click," it is pushed into one of the chambers of the cylinder.

One.

Another one.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

Five bullets were loaded into six chambers, leaving one chamber empty.

Yu Li stared intently at his movements, afraid that Lin Tian might secretly fire an extra bullet.

But Lin Tian's hands moved quickly, and the wheel spun in his hands, making a soft "click-clack" sound.

When they stopped, it was impossible to tell which chamber contained a bullet and which was empty.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Tian raised his gun, the dark muzzle pointing at Yu Li.

In an instant, Yu Li felt as if the blood in her body had frozen.

That was the body's most instinctive reaction, the fear of being pointed at by a deadly weapon, which surpassed reason and calculation.

Her legs began to weaken, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes were fixed on the small muzzle of the gun, as if she could see the bright yellow bullet inside.

"Let's start from the beginning," Lin Tian asked softly, "or from hands to feet?"

Yu Li swallowed hard, forcing herself to think.

Starting from scratch?

What if the first shot is a bullet that hits you right in the head? What's the point of playing then?

"Start with...from hands to feet."

She made the most rational choice.

Lin Tian nodded, lowered the gun barrel, and aimed it at her left hand.

Yu Li held her breath, her muscles tensed, waiting for that moment to arrive.

But Lin Tian did not fire immediately.

He suddenly tilted his head and asked a seemingly unrelated question:

"Which foot did you put in here first?"

"I don't know..."

Yu Li answered subconsciously, still pondering the meaning of the question—left foot? Right foot?

She was so frightened just now, how could she remember any of this?

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, deafeningly loud.

The sound of bullets leaving the muzzle, the smell of burning gunpowder, and... the excruciating pain in my left hand.

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

Yu Li screamed and fell to the ground.

She clutched her left hand tightly, and warm blood seeped from between her fingers, instantly staining her palm red.

The excruciating pain shot through my body like an electric current, causing my whole body to spasm and tears to flow uncontrollably.

"Lin Tian!! Why did you suddenly attack! I wasn't prepared at all!!"

Lin Tian blinked, looking completely innocent: "Didn't I tell you to prepare? I did say, 'Start from head to toe, or from hands to feet?'"

You chose "start from hands to feet," so didn't I follow your instructions and start with my hands?

"You're asking which foot I came in with first."

Yu Li gritted her teeth in pain, but her mind remained relatively clear.

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