Chapter 8: Who is the weak

Chapter 8 Who is the Weak
The people behind immediately understood Huang Mao's intention and speeded up towards the right end!
On the other side of the runway, the man who was pushed was already submerged by the rabbit tide.
There was another crazy rabbit in the rabbit group.
Knowing that such an approach is equivalent to murder, but no one condemned, no one complained, the surviving people just sat on the spot and gasped, tears and sweat flowed together, everyone was as embarrassed as being out of the water.
In the distance, Tuturen once again beckoned to everyone:
"Please return the player to the starting point and start the third round."
The third round.
The last round.
As long as the last round is over, this game will be over!
Everyone stood up and walked slowly towards the starting point.
Shen Mo put Bai Youwei on his back again and walked at the end of the team. Bai Youwei could feel the wet sweat on his body.
With the lessons of the first round, everyone in the second round did their best. Most of them passed the finish line, only two people died, and now there are seven left. But this does not mean that the next third round will also reduce casualties.
Because after two consecutive deaths and escapes, everyone's physical strength is on the verge of overdraft.
In other words, when the third round of competition, these people's speed will be greatly reduced.
Especially the middle-aged man, he now trembles on his calves when walking, and can't run at all.
Bai Youwei also noticed that the girl who was dragged down the glasses was not dead, but was injured. The entire arm was stained with blood. The high heels in his hand were also bloody. Creepy.
A middle-aged man may be ashamed and avoid her subconsciously.
Along the way, the atmosphere was more depressed and lifeless.
No one speaks, maybe it is desperate, maybe it is their strategy to calculate the next round.
Shen Mo and Bai Youwei are still at the end of the team.
He asked her: "This is what you said, a way to win the game 100%?"
"... Well." Bai Youwei nodded gently. "The rabbit can't enter the correct end point, so as long as there is someone running wrong, you can predict from the rabbit's reaction which side is the correct end point."
Shen Mo sneered: "This is to force us to kill each other?"
Bai Youwei was silent.
That's true ... On the surface, this competition is about physical strength, but in fact, who can break through the bottom line and start with the companions, who can get a higher survival rate.
For example, the middle-aged man, such as the young man with yellow hair ...
"You see people quite accurately." Shen Mo has a new understanding of Bai Youwei, and asked her curiously, "Why do you think those two people will do it?"
"Nothing, just a feeling." Bai Youwei replied.
"Feel?" Shen Mo smiled, "Is it a woman's intuition?"
Bai Youwei pouted, "Sorry, it's lame intuition. Being on the weak side, you will be sensitive to the maliciousness that the strong side shows."
Shen Mo listened, thoughtfully: "A little meaning."
"In fact, bullying is weak." Bai Youwei explained lightly. "When people are weaker than themselves, they will naturally display aggressiveness when they have bad thoughts in mind. The husband of the domestic violence wife, the parent who abused the child, and the old bully Care workers, these people are also normal people in life. Why can't they control their temper when they face their wives, children, and the elderly? Because of the disparity in strength, the strong can magnify the maliciousness in their hearts without fear. Wanton possession, humiliation, and even deprivation of life ... "
She said, she couldn't help but paused, Youyou said: "You probably have a hard time feeling."
Although she is not familiar with it, she also heard from her mother that Uncle Shen ’s son works in the National Security Administration and is the youngest and promising officer there. People like him probably will never understand the taste of being weak.
"I feel it now." Shen Mo replied.
At this point they had returned to the starting line, and the bunny raised the starting gun again—
"Look." Shen Mofu lowered his body and prepared to run. "In front of it, we are all weak."
"Ready!-" Tutuman shouted the order.
(End of this chapter)