The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 283 The Rules That Are Not Quite Right

Looking at those pinholes, everyone frowned.

Jill, on the other hand, took a slight breath.

"My God. You're a junkie," she whispered.

"What are you talking about? How do you know I'm an addict?" Cisse naturally saw the pinholes on his arm, but he still argued: "Just because of these pinholes? Don't be ridiculous, maybe I was sick recently and I happened to be in the hospital doing blood tests or something."

Jill shook her head: "No, the blood scab on the needle hole is very thick. This is caused by a certain place being punctured by the needle many times in a row. This is not the case when drawing blood, and the color of your lips is very wrong. The eyelids are gray too, you must be."

"Enough!" Cisse yelled and interrupted the other party: "Damn, how do you know so clearly, are you the same as me?"

Jill was stunned for a moment, and in fact the others were also stunned for a moment, they quickly rolled up their sleeves, checked, and then exhaled: "Well, it seems that we are not addicts. "

Cisse pulled his hair in some pain, obviously, he was extremely distressed about his identity: "Damn, how could this happen."

At this time, William seemed to want to change the subject, so he said, "Well, everyone, listen to me, since winning can really restore memory, then, I have a plan."

"what's the plan?"

"It's like this. We can make an agreement that everyone will play something, and then let one person win, for example, one person will play [rock], and the rest will all play [scissors], so that we take turns to win. In the end, our memory will be They will all be back!" said William.

"I agree!" Jill said immediately. "It's good for everyone."

John also nodded, indicating that he also agreed.

"Okay, okay, let me remember." Cisse seemed to be a little bit reluctant to accept that he was a drug addict, but finally agreed.

"So, who will come in the first round?"

"Let's start with you, after all, you're the one who came up with the idea," Jill said.

William nodded: "Well, it doesn't matter, anyway, as long as we follow this rule, we will all remember." Then, he buckled a card: "This time, I will play a stone."

The other three also buckled their cards.
It has to be said that taking turns recovering memories is a good proposition, so no one is playing tricks.

This round, the rest of the players all play scissors.

William won, and his chips increased to 8 at once. As for John's chips, it has reached 3.

And soon. "Uh, ah, ah——" A burst of severe pain hit, William held his head and began to moan, and a memory also appeared in his mind.

In an office with bright and clean windows, an old man in his fifties seems to be arguing with himself about something. On the desk, there are many insurance business lists. In the corridor outside the door, there are people coming and going, which is very noisy.

"Oh my, I remembered. I'm an insurance businessman, it seems, and a manager." William yelled: "God, I really remember! This... this is incredible."

As he was talking, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and immediately looked at the bartender beside him: "Can you really restore people's memory?"

"Of course, sir, I've said it before." The bartender responded politely.

"My God, are those rules true? If someone wins, you can satisfy his request?" William continued.

"Yes, the rules will definitely not change, so you can rest assured, but the wish to be realized needs to be within my ability. Of course, due to the limited cognition of you humans, the wish you put forward is not It may be beyond my ability."

"Oh my god, my god!" William seemed to be trying his best to suppress the excitement in his heart: "Did you hear that we can really fulfill a wish, and it seems to say at the end of the rules that the losers will not be punished by any means." punishment!"

Jill seemed to be in a daze when she heard this, but it's no wonder, after all, anyone who encounters such a thing will suspect that she is dreaming, so she asked the bartender: "The loser will not be punished, is this true?" ?”

The bartender nodded: "Yes, winners will be rewarded, losers will not be punished, this is the rule."

"Hahahahaha——" Sissy smiled and said, "It's really great, so what are you waiting for, let's hurry up and start the next round!"

But at this moment.
"Don't be too happy." John, who has been very silent, said lightly: "I have a very bad feeling. This game is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface."

"What did you say?"

"I mean, this rule is very problematic. If it is true that the winners will be rewarded and the losers will not be punished, then this game is meaningless. We know very well that rock-paper-scissors, in the end, are all A game of luck, since it is more than luck, wouldn't it be more convenient for us to use the turntable just now to directly choose a winner. As for this game, there is no expectation, no spectators, even as us Players don't have a sense of urgency, so what's the point?"

As soon as these words came out, the other people present were a little stunned. Some of them thought what John said made sense, while some didn't understand at all.

"Hehe, how do you feel, you are very knowledgeable about this kind of game, what do you do?" Cisse asked suddenly.

John shook his head: "Of course I don't know it now, but I do know this feeling very well"

At this time, William also understood John's meaning. He looked at the bartender and said, "He, is what he said true? What is the purpose of this game?"

The bartender smiled politely: "I'm sorry sir, I've explained the rules of the game very clearly, but I'm not obligated to answer you about anything other than the rules."

An uncomfortable atmosphere permeated out.
"Well, do you have any suggestions now?" Jill asked John very alertly.

"I suggest that we still follow the original plan and complete our respective memories first, and then make plans for the next step!"

Everyone nodded. Obviously, they also felt that their heads were empty, and there was always a feeling of unease.

"Okay, that's a good idea, let's go ahead, it should be Jill this time, right?"

"Yes, it's my time." Jill said, and buckled a card: "I play scissors!"

(End of this chapter)