Hearing the name of "Russian Roulette and Pan Gambling", Jiang Fang's hand holding the card paused, and with a pair of smoky gray eyes, he crossed the card in his hand, and looked at the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Qu Jinsha, who held the 3 of hearts, threw down the card, and also looked at Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
After a while, he smiled and said with a hint of rejection: "Mr. Yuan, you may have misunderstood. We have the highest bet limit."
Yuan Mingqing said: "Then I will add another rule: players on both sides can withdraw from the game at any time, but they need to pay the withdrawal bonus of 100,000 points."
Qu Jinsha shaved his stubble scalp with his fingers: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yuan, we don't have—"
"Boss Qu, you have." Yuan Mingqing interrupted him calmly, "If you don't have such gambling equipment, you will say it at the beginning."
His eyes were as quiet as a bottomless cold pool: "Is it the way of 'Douzhuan' hospitality to deceive guests?"
Qu Jinsha sighed, said "wait a moment", and got up to leave temporarily.
… The orders of the "King" are inherently irrefutable.
Li Yinhang was confused by the conversation between the two.
Since Nanzhou has played roulette before, she naturally believes that the so-called "Russian roulette" is a Russian-style game based on universal roulette rules.
But in this way, Qu Jinsha's opinion is extraordinarily strange.
- What the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties put forward is obviously "bet 0", why does Qu Jinsha mean inside and outside the words, that the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties set the bet limit higher
On the other side, Dai Xuelin, who had suffered a big loss on this road, heard the word "Run·Pan", his legs tightened, and before he could search his brain, he took the lead in protesting: "Isn't this a gamble? ?"
Dai Xuebin grabbed his palm, pinched it darkly, with a somewhat solemn expression, and motioned him to check before speaking.
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang bit their ears softly: "Specific rules?"
When Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou explained the rules, Dai Xuelin also retrieved the basic rules of "Russian Roulette".
After some brief browsing, he was as silent as his brother.
The game is a left-wheeler gun, and only one bullet is filled in the six magazines.
After filling, close the magazine, rotate the wheel in turn, and aim the gun at your temple
, a blind shot.
It's a gamble that's essentially a brain bet, winning money and losing life.
Nowadays, everyone has more or less their own points. Once one of the two sides of the game is unfortunately shot in the brain, the five-person team that has just been established by the two sides will immediately fall into a state of five missing one.
The 100,000-point bet set by the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties was, to put it bluntly, money for life.
The essence of this game is that whoever is timid first will give up first.
"Like a Dream" was speculating on the intention of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties to set up this setting, and he couldn't figure out whether it was good or bad for a while.
The "Cube Ark" side, no matter who it is, even the new Chen Sufeng, will have more than 100,000 points.
As long as one of them dies, "Like a Dream" will take a huge advantage.
However, the rules require both players to shoot themselves.
They are high-dimensional people. If they commit suicide by data, it will not be as simple as "losing the game".
By default, they will start the self-destruction program, and they will immediately collapse into a handful of sand and die in this game, just like the thousands, thousands of human players who died.
As for the "Lifang Ark" side, Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou knew the thoughts of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
It stands to reason that although they lost a game and their fortunes were slightly depressed, they were not at the point of betting their lives in any case.
From his standpoint, Yuan, Ming and Qing clearly wanted to court Gao Wei.
However, high-dimensional people absolutely cherish their lives.
On this point, Yuan, Ming and Qing's thinking is quite clear, just to force the high-dimensional people to retreat and give up on their own.
Although this is obviously to take Chen Sufeng's life as a game, but since Chen Sufeng agreed in advance, they have no right to speak up.
At least Chen Sufeng didn't make any comments after listening to the rules. He just lowered his eyes and looked at the green velvet cloth by the table. The traces of his double eyelids appeared deep and long under the light, extending to the end of his eyes.
… To choose a high-dimensional person as a teammate does entail certain risks.
Soon, Qujinsha went back and forth, bringing their simplest gaming equipment to date.
A dark, heavy left wheeler gun was lying in the middle of the gaming table, next to a yellow brass bullet.
One cold and one warm, two tones, the oily light of the gun body and the glazed light of the bullet echo each other.
This swallows the brilliance of the opponent.
Jiang Fang picked up the Left Wheeler gun empty-handed.
The gun channel is unobstructed, there is no foreign matter blocking, and the line of fire is complete, and there is no risk of blasting.
The roasted blue flavor is very new. Probably since I got this thing, Qu Jinsha has never been used, but the maintenance must be a failure.
He turned the magazine with his fingertips, making sure it was running smoothly, without any blockages.
After confirming that there was no problem, he handed the gun to Rumeng and asked them to send a representative out to check.
Wen Jiasheng took it suspiciously, and also checked the firearms knowledge in his mind, for fear that Jiang Fang would be more involved in it.
Seeing how the two sides were wary of each other, Qu Jinsha smiled bitterly: "This is indeed the gambling equipment I exchanged for my points, but it is for self-defense. It has not been used since I bought it, and it is almost brand new."
Wen Jiasheng turned a deaf ear and lowered his head to check.
Qu Jinsha clearly felt that whether it was the "Cube Ark" or "Like a Dream", they were both sliding into the abyss side by side.
At first, neither the complacent Dai brothers nor Jiang Fang Nanzhou who came to challenge them would have imagined that they would go to the point where they would let their own people use their guns and fight for their lives.
He also sat on this carriage bound for hell, and followed them to the end of the abyss to witness the outcome of the game of human nature.
But Qu Jinsha was not panicking, instead, a dark fire of excitement began to ignite around him.
For him, this is the horror of gambling and the highest charm.
…
Chen Sufeng gently placed the 4 of hearts on the edge of the table, pointed at the edge with his index finger, and pushed forward slowly, looking around for the owner of "7".
His opponent this time was Jiang Zhengping who had just swept away 50,000 points from Li Yinhang in the last match.
Jiang Zhengping folded his arms and looked at Chen Sufeng. Like Li Yinhang, he tried to perform an autopsy on him from the inside out.
Judging from his bones, Chen Sufeng should be no more than 22 years old. According to human age, he should be the youngest person in the entire gambling table.
It's just that the light in his eyes is very strange, half of it is hidden between the drooping eyelids and can't be seen clearly; the other half, like the embers of dead ashes, occasionally rolls up a little black and red light and color, unable to penetrate his heart.
He asked, "Who goes first?"
It's a one-sixth probability, one turn in a round, whoever goes first
After whom, it doesn't really make much sense.
Chen Sufeng didn't speak. He leaned forward and grabbed the handle of the gun. He used the muzzle of the gun to support the tablecloth. As a fulcrum for his body, he slowly stood up.
He said softly, "Mr. Jiang, I can't reload, teach me."
After filling one of the six bullet slots, Chen Sufeng closed the mirror-like cover and handed the gun to Yi Shuige.
"Please help Mr. Yi turn around."
Yi Shuige shrugged, "Okay."
In order to show justice, Yi Shuige turned his back, covered his eyes with a black cloth, and turned the wheel-and-disk-like gun case at will, and in the sound of the rumble, like a clock, he got another grasp. Holds the turning magazine.
In this way, even people with the best dynamic vision and judgment cannot judge where the bullet is now.
The hand gun was handed over to Chen Sufeng, who unskilledly hooked the trigger with his fingertips.
Jiang Zhengping keenly noticed the trembling of his arm muscles and unconsciously brought a smile to the corner of his mouth.
The weight of the gun itself is not light, but in terms of the arm strength of an adult man, Chen Sufeng wouldn't tremble so badly.
Yes, he is young and he is afraid of death.
But he didn't know what Chen Sufeng was thinking now.
Chen Sufeng was indeed younger.
That was the first time Chen Suye brought Yu Tuisi home. Chen Sufeng, who was only a high school student, hid in the room and avoided seeing him.
In the afternoon, the sound of basketball slapped on the floor, slapped the boy's full of resentment.
At that time, Chen Sufeng delusionally interrupted their conversation through noise.
After Ping Bai was tired of sweating in the air-conditioned room, the door slammed twice from the outside. Yu Tuisi, who was wearing a white shirt, leaned against the door and asked him, "Would you like a Coke?"
He glared angrily at this strange and beautiful man, trying to pick out even the slightest bit of unsatisfactory things from him.
After staring like a cockfight for a while, he was suddenly discouraged and put the basketball in his arms with both hands: "Drink."
… He was also afraid of dying.
That day, with only a slight injury, he could only shake his hands and sign his brother's death notice and Yu Tuisi's critical illness notice.
On the first day that Yu Tuisi was transferred from icu, he still needed a comprehensive observation.
That night, Yu Tuisi had a fever again.
Yu Tuisi
Lying on the hospital bed, his face and the quilt were the same snow-white color, he was so burned out that he mistook him for his brother.
He snorted and asked with a smile, "Why are you here? In the past, you were most afraid of ghosts. How did you become a ghost?"
Even in the chaos, he was still awake and refused to deceive himself in the slightest.
Chen Sufeng swallowed his voice and didn't dare to cry: "I came to see you... I just wanted to see you."
Yu Tuisi stopped talking.
With tears in his eyes, Chen Sufeng tried his best to imitate Chen Suye's tone and lied to himself: "I came to call you in your dream, retreat thinking, you should wake up, as long as you wake up, everything will be fine—"
If it wasn't because he had to get angry with Yu Tuisi, my brother would not have planned this parent-child trip.
Chen Sufeng was overwhelmed, but he knew what pain was in his heart.
Yu Tuisi's eyes slowly changed as he watched him.
It was as if he had found the thread in a mess, and slowly pulled it off, revealing the truth behind it.
He stared at a tear from the corner of his eye, unable to wipe it for him, only said softly, "I'm sorry, you're not him, I recognized the wrong person."
"Thank you. Sufeng."
…
Chen Sufeng was really afraid of death.
But he was never afraid of his own death, only of the death of others.
He didn't mention to anyone what happened to him in the last copy.
It was a time-limited hostage rescue match, similar to the movie "Chainsaw" he watched with his brother and sister-in-law.
Yu Tuisi, who was inconvenient to move, was forcibly separated from him from the beginning.
He was anxiously stuck on the time limit all the way, with all the injuries and fire, he rushed to the end.
Just one pass.
All it takes is that he hit the target with the only three arrows, span a distance that cannot be approached by manpower alone, and stop the constantly turning gear.
In this way, Yu Tuishi, who was placed on the edge of the rooftop, would not fall off the iron plate that was constantly sloping toward the bottom of the abyss, and would not fall off the hundred-zhang tall building.
Chen Suye was a member of the archery club before his death. He likes to play with three or five friends on holidays.
With a 50-meter target, he could hit the red heart with a slight glance.
Whenever that time, he would tilt his head and smile at Brother Yu playfully, leaving the young Chen Sufeng as his brother.
Brother's eccentricity was so jealous that he gritted his teeth.
But Chen Sufeng can't.
As Yu Tuisi said, he is not a brother.
Even though he has grown up, he is not a brother after all.
Moreover, his right hand should have been lifted long ago.
The skin on the surface of the right arm was swollen and red, and the epidermis looked undamaged, but the muscles inside were seriously injured.
His bow grasping hand trembled so that it was impossible to aim at all.
But Chen Sufeng didn't remember this, he only remembered his own powerlessness.
He lifted it up, put it down again, and grabbed his right wrist with all his strength, trying to use more intense pain to awaken his muscles.
Muscles were trembling, and he used all his strength to raise the bow, muttering the opponent's name low and light, trying to find a fulcrum for his spirit.
"... Brother Yu."
"Brother Yu."
But no is no good.
Chen Sufeng lowered his arms.
The quiver was empty, only an empty bow remained.
And Yu Tusi, who had been waiting for him to come, had reached his limit.
With the angle of the raised metal plate, his body slumped backwards limply, like a thin kite.
Yu Tuisi stared at Chen Sufeng from a distance, the content in his eyes was so far away that Chen Sufeng could not read clearly.
He said something to Chen Sufeng. Chen Sufeng didn't understand lip language, but only vaguely remembered that the sentence was not short.
And after leaving that sentence, Yu Tuisi's body crossed the last inch of the balance point and turned back heavily.
After that, Chen Sufeng was left alone.
His heart was split in two, but he was still alive.
He should live, he should join the Ark, and he should make a wish.
Chen Sufeng's thinking is so clear, but unfortunately it is as weak as his desire to live.
…
"Are you trying to stall for time?"
Jiang Zhengping's voice dragged him out of the quagmire of myths.
He looked at his hands and thought he was back at that moment when his life was on the line.
When the huge collapse and pain in the hallucination left him, he calmly mobilized the muscles that had returned to normal under the treatment, aimed at his temple, and pulled the trigger.
There was silence in the ears for a long time.
He lowered his arms and smiled softly.
Hades refused to accept, there was nothing else to do.
He pushed the gun in front of Jiang Zhengping: "It's your turn."
When Chen Sufeng gestured with his gun to his forehead, Jiang Zhengping didn't feel anything.
With a 1 in 6 probability, it would be difficult to collide.
Until the cold muzzle, the unpleasant oil and gas of the gun body mixed with the jerky and cold unique smell, his legs were instinctively softened.
This is the fear that any creature should have in the face of death.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but for the first time found that the saliva had a rich and complex taste, and it was also mixed with a touch of blood, which made his throat sore.
The carpet under his feet became extraordinarily soft, and gravity completely failed at this time. People seemed to have no roots, their feet were clearly on the ground, but people walked up like smoke.
Jiang Zhengping was caught in his throat in one breath, and he couldn't feel it evenly. The finger that firmly hooked the trigger was also affected, so that the trigger sag slightly, but he couldn't really pull it down.
What if.
If this shot goes down and he really gets lucky, he will become a mass of data garbage...
does it worth
However, Jiang Zhengping didn't allow himself to think about it, and his fingers snapped the trigger before thinking.
click.
Empty gun.
Jiang Zhengping's sanity and thinking were really in place at this time, and a burst of almost suffocating fear suddenly burst out of the embankment, forcing him to gasp out of breath.
However, before he could catch his breath, Chen Sufeng quickly took the adjusted gun from Yi Shui Singer, aimed it at his temple, and fired a shot.
When the familiar carton sounded, the young desperado raised his eyes, there was no threat, only compassion.
It's just that the compassion is empty, not towards him, as if towards some wandering soul in the air.
He returned the gun and said in a flat tone, "...it's your turn again."