Schiller was exempted from the next round, thus attracting the envious and jealous eyes of countless people, because the next round was obviously even more difficult.
When people are under great mental stimulation, they will experience temporary amnesia. When faced with great pressure, they often cannot concentrate well, at least for some people.
The mental stimulation and pressure they received here obviously exceeded the threshold that humans can accept. More than two hours passed, and they couldn't remember what the second dish was at all.
The pre-dinner drink was the first one to talk about. Although everyone could not understand the situation at that time, they were relatively energetic and many people listened carefully. However, the story was too long and the second half made people feel dizzy.
I was sleeping, so not many people listened to the second story.
Some of the people who listened had forgotten everything because it had been a long time ago, while others had difficulty recalling it completely due to pressure, so the overall situation was worse than that of the pre-dinner drinks.
The number of people who died in the last round was 16, but this time, the chef announced a more desperate number. In this round, he will eliminate 20 people.
Everyone looked at the cold dish brought by the waiter, which was a dish of Iberian ham with figs. But if they remembered correctly, the chef said that the 10 worst people would be made into ingredients. Whose ham did this belong to?
?
No one can answer their questions, but the situation they are facing now is that they really can't remember too much of the background story, so they can only write more starting from the taste of the food, and pray that they won't be discovered even if they count the number of words.
A woman with uneven teeth took the lead in picking up the ham and stuffed it into her mouth. She didn't care about the surprised looks of others. It seemed that she was not from this class at all. She just got in for some reason, so there weren't that many at all.
take into account.
Her action was like a signal, and everyone else seemed to be relieved, and they all picked up their knives and forks to eat. For a moment, the restaurant fell silent, with only the sound of metal and porcelain colliding.
Schiller didn't eat. He didn't feel safe eating anything here, just like he wouldn't drink water casually. The rules didn't require tasting before writing, so he simply put the ham aside and wrote furiously.
Started writing.
The chef seemed to want to hint to him with his eyes. He skipped this step, but Schiller didn't notice it at all. He was like a great writer who burst out with inspiration. After writing, he looked up and thought for a while, smiling or feeling sad.
expression, and then continued to write, appearing extremely immersed and devoted.
But in fact, Schiller was taking the opportunity to look up and observe Jerome on the opposite side. There is no doubt that if there is a second person in this restaurant who can survive, it will definitely be Jerome. Both the Valoska brothers are
He is a genius, and it is not difficult to write down the introduction and background story of each dish.
Jerome was also writing something with his head down, but due to the angle, Schiller couldn't see his handwriting. Otherwise, his education level could be judged from the handwriting. However, judging from the movement of his hand, the one who controlled the pen
His abilities are pretty good, unlike those who have never gone to school.
Schiller wrote a long article eloquently, and the lady next to him kept ogling him. Seeing that the time was coming, the lady looked at him with pleading eyes and said: "Oh my God, sir, if
You plan to participate in this round, can you give me your immunity? I'm willing to pay any price, I'm really too scared, I can't remember so much."
Schiller looked up at her, then looked down at what he had written, as if he was weighing whether he could pass this time, but soon he seemed to relent. He called the waiter and whispered something to him.
sentence.
The waiter walked up to the chef and seemed to be repeating Schiller's words to the chef. The chef looked over with a frown, Schiller shrugged, and the chef had to nod.
Schiller turned to look at the crying woman and said, "Okay, madam, you have obtained immunity. You are safe this round."
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes were focused on the woman. The woman immediately became proud. She smiled and said to Schiller: "Thank you very much, sir. I can probably remember a little of the rest of the content, so that I don't have to worry about it."
Problem."
She showed a grateful and apologetic smile, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and still couldn't help sobbing. It was obvious that she had not recovered from the panic.
Therefore, she didn't notice the dark shadow behind her.
Poof!
A table knife was inserted straight into her chest. A tall man pulled out the knife and stabbed her hard several times. Blood spattered and the woman fell weakly on the table.
He looked at Schiller with evil intentions and said: "Now that everyone is dead, immunity is meaningless. How about giving it to me?"
Seemingly asking, but actually threatening, Schiller did not show any fear. He said: "You think you can kill me so that the chef can redistribute immunity, but in fact you can't do that."
Do."
"Of course I can."
"You can't. Are the rest of you sure you can remember the specific content of the next five dishes? No, I happen to be a historian with a good memory. I also listened carefully to the stories of all the dishes. I may be the only one who knows the exact contents.
The answer man.”
Everyone looked at the man holding the knife and began to look unkind, because as Schiller said, no one is sure to completely remember the story of the next five dishes. If they have a story
I can't remember. Maybe they could turn to Schiller for help. But if Schiller died, no one would have an accurate answer. Is it possible to ask the chef?
The man also knew that he could not take action, otherwise it would cause public outrage. He gave Schiller a hard look and sat back down.
At this moment, a young man sitting in the back row stood up. He raised his hands and said, "Don't do anything to me. I'm not running away. I just have something to say. I can stand, right?"
The chef looked at him with an evil look on his face, like a bloodthirsty beast that seemed ready to rip off his spine as soon as he discovered his inappropriate behavior.
The young man was obviously scared too, but he managed not to sit down until the chef nodded.
"I thought of a fairer way." He said: "We can ask Mr. Sohip, who remembers the answer, to tell us again. We didn't pay attention last time because we didn't know there was such a thing.
Game, how about we listen carefully this time and decide the outcome based on memory?"
He obviously wanted to stand up and save the situation, but a silver-haired old lady sat in her seat and said: "No, this is not fair. You young people have good memories. We have no advantage over you. Older people
Destined to be eliminated."
All the older people stared at the young man with some resentment, echoing the old lady's words, the degradation of human brain function is inevitable, and no matter what, it can't be as good as the memory of people in the prime of life. If the answer is told again,
They definitely don’t remember as much as young people, so aren’t they doomed?
Some people also focused on Suo Xipu, as if they were afraid that he would really agree with the young man's statement, because the chef did not say that this was not possible, but they would never allow such a possibility.
Schiller looked at this young man with some regret. He had great ideas and was trying to control the situation and reestablish the rules, but unfortunately, he thought of all this too simply.
Just when the young man was about to say something, a strong bearded man knocked him down from behind. The old lady picked up a fork and inserted it into his neck. Blood spurted out immediately, and the young man fell on the table and twitched.
After a few times it stopped moving.
"This is not a solution." A middle-aged woman who was elegantly dressed and behaved said, "Although it is a last-place elimination system, can we really be sure that what we write will not be in the bottom 20?"
There was silence in the restaurant. Obviously no one was sure of this. When everyone was in the dark, they might have thought that they had written quite a lot, but others had written down even more. Some might have thought that they had not written well, but
It's pretty good compared to others, and I was lucky enough to escape.
"What do you want to do?" the bearded man asked.
"Maybe we can do this." The woman proposed a plan. "We throw everything everyone has written into the box, and then take turns to draw it. The drawn note is equivalent to being written by you and signed with your name.
Hand it in later."
"Then it becomes a game of luck." The old lady said, "I don't agree, because I think I can at least make it to the fourth round."
Others also have a small calculation in their minds. It’s not that they can’t remember anything at all, but they just remember some rounds more clearly and some not so well. If this is the case, wouldn’t it be an advantage for others to remember the rounds they remember more clearly?
?
"So the order of drawing is not completely random." The woman said: "Now the first round has been completed, so there is no point in discussing it. We will treat this as the first round. Including this round, there are six rounds, each with Arabic
Represented by numbers 1~6."
"You can sort the six numbers from 1 to 6 according to how well you remember them. For example, if I remember the fifth course best, then the fourth and third courses, then the second and first courses
, the one I remember least clearly is the sixth path, so the order I ranked is 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 6."
"After the statistical results are handed in, you will draw the level with the higher number first. For example, if you rank the fifth level first, then your priority of 5 will be 1. When you reach the fifth level, all the levels with priority 1 will be drawn.
People draw first, then priority 2, priority 3.”
"But it still depends on luck..."
"Yes, this is only slightly fair, because obviously, except for Mr. Sohip, no one is sure that he can remember every level clearly, so this is more fair."
"No, there is still a problem." A baby-faced woman said: "The remaining six dishes are a pass-through system. If you can't survive the first dish, then the next five levels are completely meaningless, and everyone will
The closest level is ranked first, so the priority is high and the probability of survival is greater."
"But it's not a 100% probability, because you just draw first, but it's not certain what you can draw." The woman said: "If you sort the levels in order, then he is destined to have no choice in the last few levels.
."
"Isn't that still a game of pure luck?"
"I'm just solving an obvious contradiction, because if the lottery method is used, there will definitely be people who want to draw first. Even if it doesn't make sense to draw first, they believe in their luck more and don't want to have no choice in the end."
After saying this, there was silence in the restaurant, as they were all thinking about the feasibility of this method.