Lu Qingjia was about to leave with the gambler's wife and children, and the gambler hurriedly begged—
"One more game, one more game, I still have something to bet with you, I can definitely turn it over."
This scene seems to be a reappearance of the last period of his life. The demon who can't wake up after a broken family or a family is destroyed. The more he loses, the more he believes that he can turn the tables.
When the gambler's wife and children saw this, their resentment was aroused, and they went up to tear the gambler to pieces, so Xiaoyu and the others stopped him.
Lu Qingjia turned back: "You have no more bets, what are you betting on with me?"
The gambler's eyes rolled around, and finally he gave up his heart: "Yes, and myself."
Lu Qingjia smiled: "But I'm not interested in you personally."
"You are a gambler, you don't work in production, you dream about getting something for nothing at the poker table, you have lost the ability to focus on your work, and now you have become a ghost, even ripping off your organs to sell is empty talk, I'm going to make useless bets. Well?"
Saying that, he took the gambler's wife and children with one hand: "In the end, I just wanted your wife and children at the beginning."
"Well, your wife is a good woman, and your son is smart and beautiful. I'm very satisfied."
The scene of the wife and child being occupied deeply hurt the heart of the gambler.
Especially the aura of the winner of the little white face. Relying on his good looks, his wife and son's faces were not miserable and despairing. Instead, their faces were blushing, and they seemed to be looking forward.
The gambler was so angry that he vomited blood.
He hurriedly said: "Don't you dare? That's right, you are cheating in the first place, so naturally you don't dare to gamble too much. You are afraid that you will be exposed by me a few more times. If you are so confident, just bet with me. Bundle."
Lu Qingjia shook his head helplessly: "Stimulation doesn't work for me. After all, I don't have the slightest obsession with the gaming table. Why do you think about me with your logic?"
"But—" He lowered his body slightly, and said to the gambler like a gift: "It's not that you have nothing to gamble with."
The gambler said quickly: "You can say whatever you want to bet, and I will accompany you."
Lu Qingjia hooked her lips: "How is your perspective ability?"
The blood on the gambler's face faded in an instant. Although he was a ghost, he had no blood at all, but at this time, he was indeed as pale as a paper figurine.
"You, you—" He was extremely panicked and looked at the five female ghosts, but immediately knew that it was impossible for them to leak the secret.
After all, his ability is that his wife and children didn't tell him, for fear of making the mother and daughter angry.
This is the ability that came from his obsession as a gambler after his death. Even if he became a ghost, he didn't really reflect on the fact that it was wrong to gamble. The biggest regret was that he didn't win.
So the strong obsession gave him the ability to be unfavorable for gamblers.
If he had this ability when he was alive, I am afraid that he would have won a lot of money long ago, and he would have led his wife and children to live a delicious and spicy life.
"If I had this ability when I was alive, I'm afraid I would have won a lot of money - right?"
Such a sentence appeared in the gambler's ear. At first, he thought it was his own voice, but it took a second to realize that it was the voice of the little white face in front of him.
The expression on the gambler's face can be called horror, as if he was once again facing the fear of losing the last game before his death.
The ability he relies on for self-confidence, and even what he thinks in his heart, has all been seen through by this person? Can this man read minds
"It's not that he can read minds." Lu Qingjia spoke again, and said slowly with the gambler's expression like a ghost: "It's just that what you think in your heart is written on your face. I'm not blind, right?"
Lu Qingjia sat down again, folded his long legs, and looked down at the gambler—
"Take the cards? Do you really think that making up a clumsy lie will get you anywhere at the gambling table?"
"In the first round, the bluff was revealed. Why did I draw a 4 of hearts, but when I showed my cards, it turned into a 6 of clubs?"
"It's obviously a much smaller card than you, why are you so restless? Since you said that you can remember cards, the moment you see the cards are different from your expectations, you should first doubt your memory, or sort because of some The reason is being disrupted.”
"But your eyes didn't fall on the deck for a second, and you stared at my cards from beginning to end, and you didn't ask to reshuffle the cards. It shows that your method of identifying the bottom of the cards is not based on memory at all."
"Sure enough, in the second game, you still found the big cards you wanted with ease, but the cards changed at the moment when the cards were revealed. It was obvious that the hole cards you had in your hand ran into my hand, but the small cards I drew went. On your side."
"Haha, in order to prevent cheating, Xiaoyu and the others have been using the camera to record the scene at that time. If you are interested, you can replay it. The expression on your face at that time was like 'Why did my card come to you? Hands' written on the face."
The female ghosts were also in a hurry. After hearing the words, they immediately opened the previous video and dialed back to the part after the opening of the second round.
He smiled and said: "Hey! Don't say it, really. That's the expression on this fool's face."
"Yes, yes, just now I said that his expression was so stupid. That's what he meant."
"I understand as soon as I listen to Jiajia's explanation."
Several people ignored the gambler's lower and lower head, and Lu Qingjia finally said, "After two consecutive rounds of unforeseen events, the only way to deal with it in the last round is to squeeze the cards in your hand."
"This is enough to show how confident you are in the cards you draw. If you just rely on card counting, under the premise of so many mistakes and many twists and turns, no one dares to be so sure? But you dare."
"It's as if those cards have no secrets in your hands like they are open, so your so-called confidence is not playing cards at all, but perspective, right?"
The gambler's bottoms were stripped off, and now he is suspicious of ghosts.
But before the blow was over, Lu Qingjia stepped on his finger, and the gambler let out a painful cry.
It stands to reason that this gambler can lean over, and the human body should pass through without directly hurting him, but at this moment his fingers are burning with pain.
Lu Qingjia is like the black boss of the casino: "If this is at a real gambling table, and you are exposed by me with all your tricks, then I can chop off your fingers no matter whether you win or lose."
After grinding for a long time, Lu Qingjia took back the soles of his shoes, leaning his upper body slightly and looking at the gambler like a maggot—
"Going back to what you said just now, do you think you would have made your fortune by gambling long ago if you had this ability?"
"Then I can tell you with certainty that you will still lose money."
"You are too stupid and greedy, you have a lot of cheats, and the blind can see it. The worst thing in a casino are smart people and smart people. A idiot who gives some favors and touts will float to the sky, and a little bit of cover can cover your bottom."
"What's more - the tricks behind the scenes in the casino, you can play around with less than a single achievement, and you can see through the eyes? Even if you hold a card, you will still lose if you look at it."
Lu Qingjia sneered and stood up: "The bastard in the urn still wants to win the dealer. I can't get enough of this stupid joke."
After speaking, he swiped his hand on the deck of cards on the table, and all the cards just now changed, and everyone realized that he used a trick.
The gambler player understood. When he came back, he gave the cards to Lu Qingjia, and the other party placed hallucinatory charms. Those charms are specially designed for ghosts, and the range of a mere deck of cards must be stable and long-lasting.
Seeing everything is controlled by Lu Qingjia, naturally the other party's perspective ability has no effect.
Only then did everyone realize that this was a crushing without suspense from the very beginning, no matter what the angle was.
The gambler lost everything in his lifetime, and after he died, he finally gained a lot of power. He thought he had regained some confidence, but the conditions did not allow it. At this moment, that bit of luck was uprooted.
All of a sudden he fell to the bottom of the entire building, and the eyes of others looking at him were not only disgust before, but now more sympathy for his IQ.
Even a few-year-old son looked at him in the same way.
The curly-haired female ghost suddenly realized: "No, this guy's ability is perspective, is it just a pair of cards or all other objects?"
Speaking of which, several people tightly covered their chests and looked at the gambler with a fierce look.
The gambler knows how powerful a few female ghosts are. Even if he is a concubine, he quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I didn't aim randomly, this is not a passive skill, I'm not lewd."
But a few female ghosts still beat around and said angrily: "I want us to see your eyes fall on us and goug out your eyes."
The gambler cried and pointed to Lu Qingjia: "Why? He also wants this ability."
The five female ghosts looked at Lu Qingjia, blushing: "Bah! Jiajia won't be as wretched as you are."
"And the same thing, what Jiajia does is different from what you do with a pig head like you."
Sisters, the meaning in your words is very dangerous
Lu Qingjia shook his head and said, "It's fine, I'm not in a hurry to get this ability, I'll keep it with you for the time being."
Then he glanced at his watch: "It's getting late, let's go back to the room and rest, there are other things tomorrow."
When everyone left the room, the expression on the gambler player's face was still stunned.
Not only Lu Qingjia's entire operation, but also his last words.
That's a ghost skill. It's a skill that can only be released after a level A or higher clearance evaluation. I heard what he said.
Just like clicking and sending the Dragon Slayer Sword waiting for him to receive it, it is still stored first, and the co-author has been waiting for you at the same place
The gambler players were instantly in awe, and felt that the world of the boss was not something they could understand.
As a result, when he looked back, he saw that the gambler who had been beaten into a pig's head, his wife and children were taken away, and he was paralyzed on the ground like a dead father.
Although this guy was startled when he appeared on the stage, after some tossing, he saw that this guy had no fear at all, only sympathy and contempt.
Who will tell him not to be so inflated and take the threat of ghosts in the dungeon seriously
Lu Qingjia settled down the gambler's wife and children and prepared to go back to the room. As a result, the kid grabbed the corner of his clothes and said with some anticipation, "Do I have to call you father in the future?"
His mother quickly pulled his hand down: "What nonsense."
He quickly apologized to Lu Qingjia: "I'm sorry, the children are ignorant, they told me Xiaoyu, you are a good person, thank you."
The child is a little aggrieved. In his pure values, since he was a child, his father has been betting on the whole family in extreme poverty. No matter how much his mother persuaded him, it was useless. In the end, he was bullied by a group of terrible people.
This uncle looks kind and gentle, and he can take care of his father. Sister Xiaoyu and the others also say that he is a good person.
Since he won them over, can he be his son
Lu Qingjia raised her eyebrows, touched the child's head, and smiled, "It's not impossible, I like when people call me dad."
The child smiled when he heard the words, and cried out in a crisp voice: "Dad!"
The gambler who wanted to peek inside the wall to see his wife and children saw this, and was so stimulated that he shrank back and cried.
A good night's sleep, and the next morning, Lu Qing Jiading's things were delivered.
When Director An got up, he saw the daily necessities, household supplies, oil and food that were constantly being brought in from outside. He was so shocked that his hands stopped brushing his teeth.
"What is this for?"
Lu Qingjia smiled and said, "Eating a boxed lunch every day doesn't feel good. The apartment is ventilated and energized, so it's not a problem to figure it out by yourself."
"I can understand the kitchen appliances and ingredients." Director An pointed to the quilts, pillows and other living materials: "Then what are these for?"
"Improving the living environment." Lu Qingjia smiled.
Director An wanted to get angry again: "Don't change the structure of the room for me even with your fingernails."
Lu Qingjia waved his hand: "How come? Isn't there a lot of vacant rooms? The place where we live is also the filming location. I still understand the truth."
Only then did Director An restrain his anger, but he couldn't tell, and he always felt that something was wrong.
Suddenly realized: "Hey, everyone is so busy, who is free to cook? I tell you, don't even think about inviting anyone."
Lu Qingjia said indifferently: "It's just preparation. Anyone who wants to open a small kitchen when they have time will go. There are no hard rules. Just thinking about how everyone can reach out and feed themselves when they are hungry."
Director An really couldn't find a reason to refute it. After all, this is related to everyone's welfare. It's not good for him to push too hard on non-principle.
Then he waved his hand in annoyance, and after moving things in and eating breakfast, he pulled the satyr player—
"Didn't you already do a good job of psychological construction yesterday? I took a look at the photo of the bottom of the skirt you took, yes, that's right."
"Since you are all ready, let's take your tidbits today."
The satyr player barely spilled the porridge from the bowl on his face. He endured the humiliation of shaving his legs and wearing a skirt. Why did he have to endure so much
Why didn't he go out to play mahjong for a day or chat with the old man and the old lady for such a relaxing scene
The satyr player looked to Lu Qingjia for help.
Yesterday, the female ghosts said that if he really did something to molest women, whether it was voluntary or not, it might arouse the killing intent of the female ghosts.
Lu Qingjia smiled at Director An: "I will persuade him again."
Then he pulled the satyr player aside, muttering that he didn't know what to say.
I only saw that the satyr player had a look of doubt about the return of life, and his expression switched back and forth between being terrifying and threatening, and finally made a decision.
With a generous face, he said to Director An, "Let's go."
After Director An and his party left the location, the five female ghosts and the gambler's wives and children came forward one after another.
Lu Qingjia pointed to the things he bought back: "Just use it, it's all for you."
Then he said to the gambler's wife: "We want to eat something rich at noon, can you help us cook a table?"
The gambler's wife nodded and took her son into the kitchen.
Seeing that there are a lot of special organic foods for children in the ingredients, as well as fried chicken that children like to eat, the gambler's wife wiped her eyes and handed the breakfast to her son for him to eat by himself. Roll up your sleeves and start cooking.
The gambler wanted to come in with a shy face to help, but he heard his son say: "Dad's fried chicken is delicious."
Immediately shut down again.
Today the director has arranged a new task, let the addict thief players try to steal some small things back.
Whether it's the chewing gum next to the store's checkout counter, or the bacon sausages drying on the balcony of the nearby residents, I have to steal something back.
The thief player didn't question much. After all, although he is considered to be breaking the law, he is easy to be fooled. If you buy something and say it is stolen, you should coax the director first. Before it is your turn to shoot, you don't have to take it seriously.
And because Lu Qingjia performed well yesterday, the director didn't ask much.
Players who play sexual perverts are asked to pretend today, assuming that they are a complete pervert, unable to control their sadistic desires, and need to find a secret prostitute who will not be noticed by anyone.
How to plan, what goals to look for, what to do beforehand, and how to end it afterwards.
These plans are required to be written down in a notebook, pondered over and over in their own room, and even better if they can match the imagination of the novel.
The player who played the pervert was really scared, so he found Lu Qingjia and said, "Then the grandson is afraid that there will be a problem with the progress of the arrangement?"
"If I really do this step here, I will make sure that the female ghost will be killed before the shooting."
He said again: "No, I'm afraid, brother, can you accompany me later?"
Lu Qingjia was also happy: "In the evening, I have something to do in the afternoon."
Everyone who stayed in the apartment at noon was full of food. At first, everyone was a little bit resistant to the food made by ghosts. Since their customs clearance records, it has really been a long time.
However, Lu Qingjia ate calmly, and the gambler's wife's craftsmanship was really good, so everyone couldn't help it—
The few players left behind on such a large table menu will definitely not be able to finish it, and obviously also prepared the portion of the female ghosts and the gambler's wives and children.
The female ghosts ate the essence of the food and shouted contentedly: "I haven't eaten so much since I died."
The kid was also happy to eat. From his memory, he had few scenes where he ate a lot. He pulled Lu Qingjia and called his father sincerely.
And his own father was sent two bones like a dog, squatting in the corner and chewing slowly, and he was not qualified to serve at the table.
The people and ghosts in the apartment get along happily, and the people who go out are not so good.
In the afternoon, Director An and the pervert players came back, accusing and scolding each other. If the assistant hadn't stopped them, this would have been a fight.
Everyone came out to take a look, okay, Director An's face was swollen into a pig's head at the moment, his glasses were crooked, one of the lenses was broken, and the camera looked like it had been smashed.
The satyr player looked fine, and scolded Director An plausibly.
Several people quickly pulled them away: "What's wrong?"
Without waiting for an answer, one of the players speculated: "Hey, you must have been caught by a girl when you were filming secretly. Some girls didn't just rely on you to make excuses for social research. I'm afraid they'll be beaten up by a girl?"
Another player persuaded: "Director An, I told you a long time ago that we will make movies when we make movies. Don't think about testing on the edge of breaking the law all day long. If you say sacrifice for art, then it depends on whether the police agree or not?"
"Well, let's be beaten, right? You should be thankful that they just beat you up and didn't turn you into the game, otherwise who would scoop you up now?"
When Director An heard this, it was like adding fuel to the fire: "Bah! If it's really like that, I'll be beaten. You ask what this pervert did?"
The satyr player didn't feel guilty when he heard the words, and said with plausibility: "What the hell am I doing? Don't you listen to your words?"
"I'm playing a satyr, a wretched satyr. Which step did I go out without listening to your orders? You let me steal other people's underwear and steal underwear, follow me, follow me, strike up a conversation, and take the opportunity when I take the elevator. Touching the hand of the person going down the elevator, with obscene and teasing eyes, makes people sick enough."
"What did you say I didn't do? In the end, you asked me to secretly photograph the bottom of my skirt, and I overdid the job. I sneaked into the toilet and secretly photographed while others were letting go. What the hell did I do wrong? You look for me. trouble?"
"You fucking said that for the sake of art, you have to take risks. Now that the risks are on you, you beat me up?"
When others heard it, "Isn't that ok? Since everything that should be done has been done, it can only be said that the last thing is an accident."
"Yeah, you see people are running away, it's good that you can come back."
Even the water snake waist female lead said: "Director An, forget it, don't be angry, take some medicine tonight and have a good rest, no one wants to do it here."
Director An pointed at the color wolf player with trembling fingers, and swallowed a heart-saving pill in anger.
Then he continued to curse: "Fuck, do you dare to tell everyone that the harassers are all men?"
"Did I say you don't understand people's language or are you sick? I thought you were wrong with the long-haired people before, but later I showed you the way. You don't fuck with girls, but with men. friend."
"When there was an elevator, who's hand did you take the opportunity to touch? That **** is an uncle whose face is longer than your dick. What kind of disgusting expression do you have compared to others, and you almost fell over with fright."
"Fortunately, Lao Tzu ran fast with the camera on his back, otherwise people would lay down on the ground and touch the porcelain, and we would all have to play."
"The last candid shot—" Director An slammed a glass of water: "You dare to say candid filming, right?"
"I couldn't stop it at the time, you fucking dragged me and ran quickly into the men's bathroom to kill you, and you slammed at the two strong men standing and urinating, and then pointed to me and said that I let it go. "
"The two of them will beat you for a while, but they won't beat you. Why? Because I'm afraid of you fucking pervert?"
After speaking, Director An took out the phone, dialed a number, and scolded at the other end: "Your mother asked you to find someone for me, who are you looking for? #%&%*... %"
The director shouted insults here, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and looked at the satyr player, the satyr player shook his shoulders and spread his hands: "What are you doing? Who said harassing a man is not a satyr? I acted well, I am How about not interested in women?"
After talking with his neck stuck, he secretly glanced at Lu Qingjia.
Xindao [Brother, I did as you said, I can't touch the anger of the female ghost, right?]
The author has something to say:
67+: I like not to call me dad.
Green Brother: Coincidentally, me too.