Chapter 17 I'm not out!
"What?" The dean looked at Hannibal with a shock. He could not believe that he would have heard such an answer.
Reject? Why did he refuse?
Now there is less than a day left before Will's death. Can this guy set up a homicide situation in just a few hours?
He has seen too many layouts in this hospital, so he knows that this is absolutely impossible!
Yes, it was impossible, and Hannibal knew it was impossible, but he just sat like this with a calm and calm feeling, and even had free time to continue telling his story about scissors and stone cloth.
"Where did you say just now? Oh, if a person says he will make stones first, then the game will become interesting, right?" he said: "Haha, it will be interesting, because in this way, the other person will think that I want to make cloth, and then he will think that the other person will make cloth, and then the other person will make scissors, so he should make stones and so on."
And another person would also think of the same problem. In this way, he substituted a game that relies on luck into a game theory. But do you know what the most interesting thing about this game theory is? Hahaha, this game is endless, and it is truly endless, that is, there is no end.
The dean pointed the gun at Hannibal angrily, and his voice trembled: "Bastard, what do you want to say? Will may die anytime and anywhere! Are you still talking to me about rock-scissors here?"
"Okay, please calm down. I'm about to say the key points." Hannibal pressed down his hands and signaled the other party to sit down first: "So, where to start, let's start with this diary. How do you know that the content here is true?"
"ah?"
"Don't be surprised. I can now set you a reversal situation in minutes. That is, this diary is completely fake. Will wrote it at the beginning of the first game. Because he was afraid that he would fail, he left a way out for himself in advance. Therefore, in the previous game, it was not me who failed, but Will. Everything you said just now is the opposite. Will was imprisoned here and he was about to die, so he had to think of a way to kill me first, so he was the one who lived to the end. If I agree to you kill me now, I will lose."
"Ko, this is not in line with the rules of the game, only," said the dean, but as soon as he said halfway, he suddenly realized something.
"Haha, how about it, you guessed it too. Yes, it's very likely that the rules of the game you mentioned are fake. The reason why you can confirm the rules of the game is because you have these small notes is because all the clues point to the rule you think in your mind, which imprisons your thinking, and the same goes for others. So, when all the thinking of everyone points to the same clue, then the clue will become extremely credible. Have you ever thought that all these clues are deliberately made you think so? In fact, he just wants to kill me, no matter what method he uses."
"Yes, if I think of the first floor, jumped off the building and died of [suicide], then I'm very likely to be really dead. There is no reincarnation mechanism at all. That's all the illusion left by Will to confuse everyone. Also, if I ask you to shoot me to death, I might die. Any [Host killing] will be free, it's all farts, it's also illusion. Even, I think all the records of the first game, the second game, are fake, there's no first game at all. Everything in this game just started when I opened my eyes and found myself standing on the road, and you, everything here, are fake."
"Or, you all have Will's personality, you all are acting, and you're acting in a play that will kill me in the end."
"And even now I'm starting to wonder if I'm Hannibal, maybe I'm Will. You know, Will is a man who can easily confuse himself with the personalities in his mind. Sometimes he doesn't know who he is. Now, I may be immersed in Hannibal's personality and can't extricate myself. Therefore, the final outcome may be that "I'll lose, which means I win."
The dean was completely stupid. He listened to Hannibal's speculations. In fact, he didn't understand many of them. He just felt that what was obviously very clear was suddenly confused like a pot of porridge.
"Ha, how about it? Such reversals followed by reversals, one after another. If I were asked to continue, I might have said dozens of conspiracies in a row, but in the end it was meaningless."
"A doctor once told me that Will was an extremely dark-bellied being. At that time, Will and I were also playing a game, a game that I wanted to replace him.
Although it seemed like I won, the doctor once suspected that Will had known the plan I had already arranged. The reason why he asked me to absorb his consciousness was to stay in my mind and one day replace me."
"Haha—so, I never underestimate Will. In front of him, I wouldn't naively think that what I think will be one step faster than him. It's like a stone scissors and cloth. At this moment, the game is the same, it's just a different form - Will died because of death, it's [scissors], and he was killed by others. He was about to die now, which means that what he produced was scissors. If you were me, what would you produce?"
The dean hesitated for a long time before finally recovering. He opened his mouth a few times by mistake, "I don't know." He replied, unable to hear whether he was saying that he didn't know what should come out, or that he didn't know what Hannibal was talking about.
Of course, Hannibal didn't care. He crossed his double and placed it on his knees, which was a position he liked very much.
"There is no way to win by stone scissors, so I won't be anxious, because it's useless to be anxious. All I can do now is wait and wait for Will to punch first. As for what the consequences will be if this punch is thrown out, I don't care. Even if I lose, what can I do? He has lost before, so even if he replaces me this time, I can still regain my body in the future."
Hannibal said, not knowing whether to say it to the dean or to himself, anyway, he smiled and waited
Time passed minute by minute.
Finally, at a certain moment
Chapter completed!