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'Under normal circumstances, the probability of rock-paper-scissors is equal to one-third each.However, if you stick your fist here now, the probability distribution here will change.

'First the first random event—variation, or invariance?I would first bet on whether the brat will "change" your gesture, which means that the probability of a fist and a non-fist are each 50.00%.

'If it changes, go to the second random event - change to what?The remaining cloth and scissors will share the remaining 50.00% equally, that is, each has a probability of 20.00%.

’ This means that the “mathematical expectation” of winning with fists is twice that of paper and scissors.That is to say, under "normal circumstances", my odds of producing cloth are twice that of rock and scissors!However, mathematical expectation is of considerable value only when the amount of gambling is small and the number of rounds is large, and in this kind of one-round game of life and death, all you can do is just a reference.

'The important thing is behind this mathematical expectation, the psychology of Nero Zeppelin——

'——He knows that I can figure out the probability of this, and he is luring me to make a cloth!

'He'll change his gesture to scissors at the same time I'm throwing paper, so I should be throwing fists!What's more, his current gesture is a fist. If he keeps his gesture unchanged, it will be a draw at best, without any problems! '

Darby made a decision——

--fist.

He slowly raised his hand, ready to drop it.

However, when his arm fell halfway, Darby suddenly saw Nero's clear eyes.

'wrong!

'This brat is no ordinary brat, he even made it this far!

'What he wants is neither scissors nor fists, but paper!In order to deal with his cloth, I should have produced scissors instead!Facing the fist that stood in front of me and threatened me, I drew out the scissors——

'The winning rate is only 20.00% five scissors! '

The gambler's arms froze in mid-air.

Looking at the gambler's actions, Nero tilted his head: "It's just a round of finger-guessing. Is it necessary to be like a mother-in-law, Darby."

"This is a guessing game where everything is at stake. How can you be so careless, Zebelin."

Darby said so, but he laughed in his heart.

This brat is indeed not an experienced gambler.

Anyone who has been fooling around at the gaming table for a while will never let go of the opportunity to harass him with words and disturb his thinking at this time!Like calling him by the wrong name on purpose!

Although it is just a small trick that cannot be used on the table, it is very practical.

Just as Darby was thinking this way, Nero suddenly spoke.

"What kind of person is your brother?"

"Um?!"

Darby froze.

Nero just said as a matter of course: "Didn't you just say that your brother was holding you by the collar and hanging out of the window on the top floor of the Empire State Building? What happened between you and your brother?"

"It's none of your business, is it?"

"Hey, hey, don't be so ruthless, gambler, you obviously started this topic, but now you don't talk about it anymore, don't you deserve a beating like this?" Nero said nonchalantly, with an unknowing expression on his face. Why are you a little embarrassed.

Immediately, Darby only heard Nero ask: "Could it be something like molesting my younger brother's girlfriend? No, no, it shouldn't be like this. After all, he is also a substitute messenger. There should be no need to do such a disrespectful thing." things..."

"To shut up!!!"

Darby shouted suddenly.

Nero was stunned: "Could it be... I guessed right? You guys really molested your brother's girlfriend? No way no way!"

"..."

Darby didn't want to talk.

Nero was even more arrogant: "Ah... that's right! Think about the gray tower and dark blue moon you met before, they are just some worthless guys, you should be mixed with such guys. He is also a "unique" guy. "

"Crap!!!"

Darby withdrew his previous thoughts.

Although Nero is very young, his mind is deeper than that of many adults, and he knows how to easily stir up other people's mood swings with eccentric words.

And the more he behaved like this, the more he believed in Darby's belief.

--Scissors.

——As long as you use the scissors, you can win!

"I'm leaving! Right now, right away!"

"Please?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

This is a life-threatening guessing game.

soul.

money.

woman.

If you lose, everything will disappear like a passing cloud, just like those gamblers who have lost to themselves and have already lost count of how many people there are.

Either rich and prosperous.

or nothing at all.

This is the fate of gamblers.

However, at the moment when Darby was about to make a move, Darby suddenly realized.

I have to go one step further!

"Come on, Darby."

"Die, Zeppelin!"

"Rock, scissors—"

Darby's right hand fell hard.

What stretched out was a gesture order formed by open palms.

"--cloth!!!"

Darby froze.

What stopped in front of the cloth he stretched out were Nero's leisurely two fingers - scissors.

"Impossible, why scissors!

"You can't be such a superficial person, Nero A. Zeppelin! You who became a third-year student at the University of Rome at the age of 15, and you who easily defeated many substitute messengers within 24 hours, how could you stay superficial in Mere first floor!!!”

"...First floor? What are you talking about?"

Nero blinked, he had no idea what Darby was talking about.

Immediately Nero suddenly realized.

"You are probably talking about the psychological warfare of gamblers? It's like the 1980 Hong Kong movie "The King of Thousand Kings".

"I'm not good at that kind of thing. After all, the only gambling-related thing I've done since I was a child was playing poker at home when I was a child, and deciding with my parents who would lose the most and who would wash the dishes..."

"Then why?"

"When I beat you up, I discovered that the "speed" of my ladder to heaven and the "dynamic vision" derived from this basic ability, which is fed back to my main body, is much higher than yours. "

"...moving, dynamic vision?"

Darby froze.

Looking at the God Osiris beside him, and then at the Stairway to Heaven beside Nero, recalling the scene when Nero beat him up before, he suddenly understood.

Darby understood it all.

Nero smiled and explained.

"You only need to determine the gesture you want to make based on the "muscle movement" of your hand while you are making the gesture.If there is no movement, it is a fist, when the ends of the index finger and middle finger move, it is scissors, if all five fingers move, it is cloth.

"Thinking? Psychological warfare?

"I didn't think about anything, I even gave up thinking completely, all I need to do is to make corresponding gestures according to your gestures.

"Anyway, with your observation skills, you can't tell that I came out slowly."

"what?"

Darby was at a loss.

A sense of defeat from the heart welled up in the gambler's heart.

And at the moment when the feeling of defeat rose, the scratch on Nero's right arm disappeared.Countless soul chips in that collection book flew into the sky, one ghost after another bowed or waved to Nero in the air to thank him.

Some flew to their own bodies that could still be saved.

And those ghosts whose bodies were no longer there flew towards the sky of Egypt under the setting sun.

Step up the stairs to heaven.

Chapter 16 Beyond Fear of Death

"You lost, Darby."

"...I, I lost?"

Darby slumped on the iron lump in a daze.

The originally dark and shiny hair turned gray in an instant, and the whole person seemed to have aged decades.

These were the only three defeats in Daniel J. Darby's career.

In his past decades of life, there were only two people who defeated him.

—Terrence T. Darby.

— Dior.

Other than that, no more defeats.

Stairway to Heaven tugged at Darby's hair, making the paralyzed Darby look into his eyes.

"I hate gambling.

"The gambler, a creature who thinks he's smart, either has nothing or is on his way to nothing.

"Congratulations, Darby, you have reached the finish line. According to the agreement, I will accept your life."

"...That, that."

Darby opened his mouth tremblingly.

Nero was curious what else the gambler wanted to say.

Immediately, Darby said, clutching his chest with tears in his eyes.

"Please, please spare my life!"

"……beg for mercy?"

Nero froze.

Shouldn't you Dior's minions be just guys whose bones are harder than steel and who would rather die than surrender?Just like the vampires back then!

Why did you just set foot on the land of Egypt, first met a cowboy who surrendered without hesitation, and then met a waste who knelt down and begged for mercy when he was defeated?

"Why should I spare your life?"

"I'll give you money! I have money! I have a lot of money! You have seen my collection of soul chips, and all the properties of those people are in my name. That is an astronomical sum! I will give you all... ..."

"What about other than that?"

"Other than that?"

Darby froze.

Nero just sighed: "I don't even know if I can go back to Rome alive. What's the point of asking for your money? What else can you give me besides money? The premise is that the following cowboy can't give it— —Hey, cowboy, are you dead?"

"Alive, alive!"

Hole Hess' voice came from the iron bumps under his body.