The lawyer at the end thought for a while.
Then he touched the table, the red mist dispersed, and the "green tea" sank straight back.
"You think I would choose two. A hundred questions. The second option basically doesn't hurt me," he said. "I think so."
"Yes. The easiest." Icha said. "But it's not an option that best takes advantage of the rules. So you don't choose it."
"You know me very well."
"An understanding that is unnecessary. And does not affect your choice."
"Yes." The lawyer from the terminal laughed. "Then push your logic a step further. You think I would choose three."
"Does he have to ask every one of them?"
There was a sudden beep with an amplitude of three hundred - he thought the sound was very small, but it successfully reached each ear.
"You can think I'm testing. That's okay." The lawyer at the end said calmly.
"I do not care."
Yi Cha shook his head. "Since I have put forward three conditions, naturally you can choose whichever one you want. If you think that I have set up a trap to guide you to choose the one that is most beneficial to me... then you are thinking too much. .
Why don't I just decide on three options that are extremely beneficial to me, equally beneficial, and at the same time "fair," reasonable, and "moral"? "
Yi Cha has always believed that "eyesight" does not exist when you can't see the other person's eyes, and there is no magic power or super rule blessing, but now it seems obvious that mental concentration is also a super rule.
The lawyer at the end leaned forward, his eyes firmly fixed on his face.
"That's true. It makes sense. I'll choose one." After a second's pause, Hongying raised his hands and said slowly.
"Not the best, not the worst." Yi Cha bared his teeth and smiled.
The lawyer at the end didn’t laugh along.
"If the pointer of the scale reaches black, then I lose. I will transfer the terminal office to you. I will also let you and all your friends leave safely."
"Let's have a cup of black tea."
He checked the table. "If I lose. I'll drink the tea. And I'll sign that agreement with you - whatever it is for."
"good."
The lawyer at the end of the line waved his hand neatly.
The clip girl on his right walked forward silently and knelt on the table.
The lawyer at the end of the line stretched out his bright red hand, first gently touched her head, and then suddenly pressed down hard.
Bang!
The clamp girl was pressed into a thin sheet, and the liquid was squeezed out from both sides of her body and flowed into the table, where it was quickly absorbed and disappeared without a trace.
The lawyer at the terminal moved his index finger, sprinkled dark gray dust, and drew a few rough strokes on the flat clip girl's back. He raised his hand to cut a crease in the middle of the sheet, folded it upwards, and folded it a few more times.
"Uh-oh."
Amplitude 300 saw all this at the closest distance, and was as dazed as a child who saw the massacre on his first day.
The folded girl is only as big as the palm of your hand and one finger thick.
The lawyer at the end of the line raised his hand. The clip girl card slid silently across the table.
"You can open it and check," he said slowly. "This contains everything we just discussed."
"No need now."
Without squinting, he moved the card to his side of the corner.
"Oh. You want to open it at the end. If I do something inside, would you like to be the guest?" The lawyer from the terminal chuckled upon seeing this. "It's a smart approach - you simply exceed the standards of a worthy opponent. As a token of respect for you, I won't stop you."
"Whatever." Yi Cha shrugged.
He glanced slightly out of the corner of his eye.
A new clip girl appeared out of nowhere and filled the space to the right of the lawyer at the finish line.
Tears accumulated in the white weighing plate, and the golden pointer was slowly returning to zero from the black side.
"It seems like nothing stands between you and me."
The terminal lawyer used a rich tone like an aria this time, and this was indeed a moment worthy of aria. "Then let's get started."
"This kind of game is the epitome of fair, reasonable and moral events."
he declared solemnly.
"I call it the 'Justice Card Game.'"
The two clip girls behind them began to slap each other with their palms neatly.
Yi Cha said nothing.
Sarcastic words tend to cause unnecessary trouble, but otherwise there is not much to say.
The strange name of the strange hobby of "Terminus Lawyer" is quite relevant. The righteous side wins, and the losing side gets justice, roughly like this.
"The rules of justice. Maybe a little complicated. Just like justice has twists and turns."
The terminal lawyer smiled vaguely, knocked on the table, and the stack of metal cards slid neatly in front of him.
He took off the top card with the white circle on the back and put it aside. He turned over the remaining cards and spread them out, face up, and pushed half of them toward Icha.
He opened the stack of cards with a checker and scanned them briefly.
I saw that each card has a similar shape. There is no white circle on the back. The card surface is mainly divided into three parts - there is a pattern wrapped in a number in the upper left corner. Some in the upper right corner are a line of characters, and some are a single word. The main part of the card also has a row of words, which may be long or short.
He picked up the top card casually.
look carefully. This card has a crying face painted on the upper left corner. The number surrounded by the crying face pattern is. In the upper right corner is the word "Lie Flat".
The main part of the card is a simple sentence, "It's snowing."
"Are you sure?" the lawyer from the terminal asked at the right moment.
"It's better to start by explaining my card." Yi Cha put down the card.
The terminal lawyer waved, and the metal card flew into his hand.
He took a quick glance and said:
"The text in the upper right corner represents [result],
The word in the middle represents [event],
The number in the upper left corner of course represents the [loss value] of this card.
The pattern under the number represents [emotion]. "
"Emotions?" asked.
The sudden appearance of this word is as jarring as catching a dove while fishing.
"Yes. How many emotions are there?" the lawyer at the end asked with a smile.
"If this is a pandimensional problem, then mainstream research recognizes two hundred and ninety-three types." Yi Cha replied coldly. "If you ask me. The answer is five."
"Okay. Okay." The lawyer at the end sighed.
"I underestimated you. My guest. Let's discuss the matter. In the Justice Card Game, there are six emotions: [Anger], [Sadness], [Pleasure], [Fear], [Disgust], and [Surprise] 】.
The card you drew is naturally the [Sorrow] card. "He said, pointing to the crying face under the number."
"Hmm. What for?"
"This is important. Emotions are card categories that connect every aspect of the Justice card game."
The terminal lawyer waved his hand. "Moreover, you and I must choose one of these six emotions as our own camp."
