Watching Wu Hui from the 2nd to the 12th. It was only because of what he said that everyone was willing to use it as food.
But if everyone is the real Wu Hui, they should agree.
"So be it." Number 2 said, "Anyway, I think the probability that I am Wu Hui himself is very slim." Number 12 hesitated for a moment and said nothing.
But he is doubting the authenticity of No. 13. It is known that all thirteen people in the room are Wu Hui, but only one is Wu Hui's true form, so Wu Hui should indeed be the last one to come in.
But there is another question, who is the last Wu Hui to come in? Is it really number 13? Could that be forged by the master?
Not to mention number 13, my number 12 may also be completely fabricated out of thin air. The real Wu Hui may be the tenth and ninth time.
Even, this is the first game, No. 1 is not dead, but just disguised as someone else or... there are many possibilities, No. 12 thinks about them one by one.
But in the end he did not speak out against Wu Hui No. 13, because as No. 13 said, any choice must have risks, not to mention this is a game for the master.
It is impossible to give you a chance to win steadily. Betting on Wu Hui that number 13 is correct is one way. What should I eat again today?
Wu Hui thinks a lot. And at this time, there may not be much basis, and their ideas may change because of some small details.
After all, no matter which choice you make, there is actually no real basis. All their information comes from a demon who will try every means to trick you.
As a result, on this day, four Wu Hui chose to eat memories. At night, everyone began to eat and experience the newly acquired memories.
This is the memory of number two. He and No. 1 were sitting across from each other. At this time, there was only a small square table in the hall with playing cards and chips on it.
"Every chip is your memory. Whoever loses all can leave." The voice of the master sounded.
"Lost all?" Wu Hui frowned, obviously confused by the answer. They looked at the masked person opposite, not knowing who it was, but they vaguely felt like they were looking into a mirror.
But this mirror... They observed each other vigilantly, and then started playing cards. This was a very ordinary poker game. They turned over the cards one by one and raised their bets, and finally compared the cards.
Flush, straight, flush, four of a kind, three plus two, consecutive pairs and many other card types. If you just calculate the probability, it doesn't mean much. Both sides can calculate the best. If you keep playing like this, I don't know, it is just pure luck.
But now, wearing a mask and not making any small moves, it is impossible for both sides to engage in psychological warfare. The chips were exchanged back and forth, but No. 1 suddenly realized something: "Let's stop gambling today. It should be said that there is no point in betting on this game, and it will keep us trapped here." After thinking about it, No. 2 also stood up: "Yes. That's right, let's not gamble now." The two people began to explore in the hall.
——No. 3 Wu Hui was eaten as a memory. Wu Hui closed his eyes after eating him, and memories came to his mind.
The three people walked together in the dark underground. Everyone kept a distance from each other and were obviously on guard against each other, but no one was in a hurry to take action.
They walked together in the darkness, and the further they walked, the more memories disappeared. Maybe soon they will forget who each other is, forget who they are, and start fighting.
Memories disappear from back to front. The three of them took turns talking about their goals, reminding each other to avoid forgetting what they wanted to do.
In other words, they have forgotten most of it and only know to move forward. But no one knows whether to go at the front or at the back.
Slowly, the crypt began to light up, flames began to burn on the three of them, and there was a slight muffled hum. Wu Hui, who still remembers that he is No. 3: "We must continue to move forward until we reach the end. Stopping will bring death."
"We have to keep moving forward until we reach the end. Stopping will bring death." No. 2 repeated. Every second they forget, every second they repeat.
And the pain of being burned by the flames made them a little unbearable. But Wu Hui is Wu Hui after all, and he can ignore this pain.
In the end, the memories of No. 1 and No. 2 were burned out first. Without their reminder, Wu Hui, No. 3, also lost his way in the cave and finally failed.
——The gambling game between No. 2 and No. 1 did not continue. They were unwilling to play by the rules of the master, not to mention that they did not even know how to calculate victory.
Soon, they found two rooms with opposite doors in the corridor. They each entered the room, perhaps realizing something. One wrote one stroke on the wall, and the other wrote two strokes on the wall.
This was the beginning of Wu Hui's realization that his constant amnesia was continuing. Number 1 and Number 2 are the two earliest recorders.
From here they record game after game. But their records are also constantly being revised by their masters.
And the rules of each game are different. Wu Hui still failed in the second game. In the end, he lost the memory of a few days in the game and left.
But you can never leave. At this time, No. 1 and No. 2 have been eaten. They are a memory in themselves.
It is part of Wu Hui. But the accumulation of these memories, as well as the various pains and confusions in the memories, made Wu Hui, who was determined, inevitably feel dazed for a few minutes.
No. 12 and No. 13 ate today’s No. 2 and No. 3 respectively. Then, there are numbers four and five, which also became food tonight.
The memory replicas used each other as food to carry out this equally painful and bloody feast.
No one knows if this is the last time. Wu Hui is the person who knows himself best. He knows that these memory copies are actually his comrades.
But he had to eat them as food. Just eat it, you still don’t know if it’s right.
Sacrifice is okay, but if it is a meaningless sacrifice... Huh, don't think about it. After all, no matter what you do, it may be part of the master's plan.
What would cause you the most pain? With your own reason, maybe no matter what happens, you can attribute it to the master, and you won't feel the pain of your own inaction or mistakes like others.
Because Wu Hui can deal with mistakes rationally. Also because Wu Hui rarely makes mistakes, he usually does his best.
No. 4 Wu Hui was eaten by No. 10 Wu Hui. in memory. Four Wu Hui sit at the four corners of the platform. If one moves, the ground will tilt. They must cooperate perfectly and pick up the pieces on the platform at the same time.
After the fight is completed, the soul can leave. If they don't fight well, thorns will continue to grow on the four people's bodies, directly stabbing their souls. However, Wu Hui gradually realized that this soul was different from his own.
Finally they gave up and let the thorns swallow them up, and endless pain covered their consciousness.
