"Okay...I understand." The D-class personnel said hoarsely.

Franklin was surprised first and then happy. He was naturally happy to be willing to try the method with his own eyes. Although he said that it would be divided into two thousand copies, he had never seen it with his own eyes.

Even though this piece of paper is extremely strange, the state of my heart is as if it is controlled by a demon, but what if I say it will not die.

The person in front of him personally verified it, so he could understand his own difficulties better.

But Mo Qiong said, "Forget it, he may die if he can't finish a word."

Mr. Gou shrugged and said, "But we must know the information."

Mo Qiong looked at the D-level personnel seriously and said, "You are also experienced. I will find a way to remind us about the information about it."

The D-class personnel were overjoyed and looked at Mo Qiong gratefully.

He thought about it carefully and said, "Give me a knife."

Mo Qiong threw his short knife over without saying a word.

The D-class person grabbed the knife, put it on his neck, and stretched it with force.

The short knife actually penetrated through his neck like cutting tofu, cut out from the other end, and there was no blood on his neck, and the D-level personnel did not change their faces.

Mo Qiong and Gou Master understood immediately.

"You can't cut off your head?"

After hearing this, the D-class personnel hugged their heads with both hands and took off their heads.

There is a white paper-like film at the fracture. It seems that it is not that it cannot be cut off, but that it will not be cut off and will not die. What should I do.

"It has happened..." said the D-class person holding his head.

Mo Qiong realized that this sentence was huge, including Franklin's heartbeat, probably the same was true.

The broken head and the burning heart are all things that have happened. When they see their name and death, their heads are broken and their hearts are burned.

However, the shelter protects them from death.

Neither the cut nor the burning affect their survival.

A very strange characteristic that puts them in a state where they will no longer be killed by the same way of death.

Immune single death.

But, when will it be?

There is no doubt that they will die sooner or later, but the time has not come. Otherwise, Franklin would not be afraid after understanding the rules. Their lives would probably be temporarily stored in the shelter.

Mo Qiong felt that he probably understood that all the people whose names were written would be killed once. But in front of the shelter, sometimes "kill" and "kill" are two different things.

They have all been killed by the shelter, but they are not dead yet because they are not dead yet!

As for the rotation, it is very likely to be random.

"This kind of death solitaire should be a random time when the containment suddenly cancels the protection of the last person." Mo Qiong said.

"The first person will almost never die, because it is impossible for him to pass it on to others for the sake of his life." said Mr. Gou.

The D-class personnel bowed their heads and struggled very much.

Seeing the two of them say this, they suddenly stood up and grabbed Mo Qiong.

"What's wrong?" Mo Qiong asked.

The D-class personnel stared at Mo Qiong's eyes, picked up the pen tremblingly, then suddenly broke the pen and threw it away.

"I won't write." The D-class personnel said in tears.

Mo Qiong was stunned and his brain turned wildly.

At the same time, Franklin rushed over and picked up the broken pen, stuffed it into the hand of the D-class personnel, and roared: "Are you a fool?"

However, the D-level personnel threw the pen again, even pushed the white paper away, and said firmly: "You don't understand!"

Franklin widened his eyes and punched him hard in anger.

Mo Qiong instantly stopped him, pressed back to his seat, looked at the D-level staff and said, "Are you sure you don't write?"

"Confirm!" The D-class personnel hugged their heads and wiped their tears on their chests.

Mo Qiong smiled and said, "Thank you, I understand."

The D-class personnel will not give up their vitality, but at this moment, they will resolutely not pass on it. They are reminding him: If I don’t write, I may not die.

On the other hand, Franklin was very anxious, but he was just calling him a fool.

In other words, Franklin is just likely to die.

"It's obvious that it's a turntable random! Everyone in the solitaire may die, not necessarily the last one, but everyone may. So before Franklin wrote someone else's name, he was still in a heavy mood and did not feel relieved." Mo Qiong said.

Mr. Gou nodded after hearing this, "So the longer the collar, the smaller the probability of everyone."

"It seems that the stupidest thing is that in the first round, these two people should know each other, and they seem to be on the verge of each other, writing crazy... In fact, everyone should add newcomers to share the probability, so as to increase their survival rate as much as possible."

The D-class personnel smiled, that's exactly what it means.

Except for fools and bold people, most people will not pass it on.

As a D-class person, he said before that he was dead, but not to mention being shot dead, he was 100% sure of death.

And Mo Qiong gave him a glimmer of hope, which was better than 100% sure death for D-level personnel.

At this moment, there are only four people in the latest round of the solitaire, namely Rijkaard, Tom, Franklin and him.

The dragon stagnated, so the death rate of each of the four of them was 25%.

For others, this is simply a brainless behavior. The mortality rate is too high. One quarter of it, what if you die after you?

So Franklin was extremely shocked and furious. But he didn't know that this was nothing to the D-level personnel. Even if it was 99%, he had to fight for the chance.

Letting the member know as much as possible is also saving himself.

But Franklin was angry and cursed: "Did you just save me like this? I want to complain to you fbi!"
Chapter completed!