The events unfolded somewhat bizarrely. However, Sean finds that their investigation has gotten back on track - getting closer and closer to the mystery of the gang members' missing organs, and the evil spirits who came to visit because of the discovery of the bloody Lisa's remains are all coming. Exited the tavern.
As new guests, each of the four members of the team received three chips - gambling funds given by the Sulfur Tavern.
Regarding Henry's unauthorized actions, Sean could see that Catherine was on the verge of an explosion. In order to take the overall situation into consideration, she did not have an attack. She tried her best to suppress her anger and said: "Now we have two choices. One is to invest in Until they figure out who took those people's organs.
“There is another way, we lose all the chips in our hands and then find an opportunity to leave here.
"I prefer the latter - I already have distrust for a certain member of our team..." Catherine glanced at Henry coldly, "I think it is very dangerous to continue the mission under such circumstances."
Under the current circumstances, more strength means more hope of leaving. The team cannot be split, and Catherine can only seek everyone's opinions.
Sean is also dissatisfied with Henry, but his thinking is more rational - no matter what Henry has done, if their investigation is to progress, joining the Sulfur Tavern gambling game is inevitable.
On the other hand, Sean must solve the problem of removing organs from living people, otherwise he will not be able to get the Kennedy investigation information from Bill.
And that information is the key clue to find Aaliyah.
Sean calmed down and said in a steady voice: "Catherine, I understand your current emotions.
“However, if we want to complete this mission, the only way is to invest in gambling.
"And..." Sean looked at the mysterious bartender not far away, "I think if we can't win to a certain extent, it will be difficult for us to have a chance to leave here."
Catherine understood what Sean meant: this was not an underground casino in New York City, and outsiders like them had caused a lot of trouble since entering Undercurrent Street, so their lives had actually become part of the bargaining chip. Sweeping the gambling game here, it is difficult for them to leave Undercurrent Street.
Catherine's blue eyes blinked - after leaving the performance, although she still wore the mask of the blood-stained maid, she was completely Catherine at this moment. She pinched the pendant of the God of Drama and sighed: "Okay. Sean, you are right.
"However, I don't know how to gamble. If I go to the gambling table, I will only lose."
Moonlight also raised her hand: "Neither can I."
Sean had just observed six gambling tables outside, all of which were playing a game called "Texas Hold'em."
When Sean was in college, he played this game with his classmates almost every night.
Because of his good level, he was even promoted to the secret gambling game of the college professors, allowing him to become a familiar face in the professor circle before graduation.
"I'll do it." Sean said calmly.
Catherine nodded: "Then let's give all the chips in our hands to Sean."
"I can do it too!" Henry clutched his three chips tightly, "I have been doing this my whole life, I will definitely win! Look at my mask!"
Catherine looked at him coldly and handed the chips in her hand to Sean.
"You'd better cooperate and hand over your chips." Catherine looked at Henry with cold eyes.
Henry was a little anxious. He spread his hands and said, "Believe me, I will definitely win! I will let everyone go back safely!"
Catherine's hand moved to the handle of the knife again - what she hated most was teammates who insisted on having their own way.
Sean held Catherine's wrist, looked at the bartender in the distance, and shook his head.
Henry held his three chips and said while backing up: "You don't have to believe me, but I will prove myself!" His eyes were firm, "I will keep winning until we can all leave here! Xiang Sheng Father swears!"
He turned around and walked into a gambling game.
Catherine said, "There's something wrong with him, Sean, don't believe him."
Sean shook his head helplessly: "People always do strange things when they are afraid. Maybe he is in a paranoid state now...
"However, with one more player, we have a better chance of winning - let him try."
Sean walked between the six gambling tables with chips for three people - he wanted to distinguish who was the wolf and who was the chicken.
Not long after, he sat at a table with four gamblers. Catherine and Moonlight sat behind him.
One of the four gamblers was a human. He was wearing a brown windbreaker and sunglasses with round lenses. Sean, who was sitting next to him, could smell a pungent smell on him, like perfume. The smell masks a certain rancid smell.
"Every human being who comes here has a story, don't you, Mr. Explorer?" His voice was low, rumbling like thunder. The round sunglasses obscured his face, making him look somewhat mysterious.
"I would rather hope there are no such stories in my life." Sean put the chips on the table.
He suddenly felt a familiar feeling, as if he had returned to his student days - it was undeniable that although he had not been exposed to it for a long time, he quite liked this exciting game.
He only had nine chips, and the minimum bet on the table was one. Sean looked around and saw that there were still four rounds left before his blind bet.
With too few chips, he decided to win before reaching his blind - if he didn't take a little risk at this time, there would be no chance of a comeback later.
The dealer who deals the cards seems to be the product of some kind of curse. His flesh and blood are covered with iron skin, and his face is like that of an iron-born girl. However, their fingers are quite nimble, and their shuffling skills are dazzling. When dealing cards, they can accurately deliver the playing cards with flame patterns on the back to the gamblers' hands.
When the two cards came to him, Sean did not rush to open them. Instead, he quietly observed a few gamblers - this was his long-standing habit.
The first one was a particularly bloated evil spirit that reminded Sean of a toad. "Toad" turned over the cards with his stubby fingers, and then scratched a tumor on the side of his face.
The second one was a dusty shadow, with a lot of dust shaking off his body. "Dust"'s fingers trembled. After reading the cards, he sat up straight, his face seemed to be burned, and his lips moved.
The third one is a mixture of flesh and blood twisted together by several skeletons. The strange thing is that even though his tentacles are covered with blood, they cannot stain the table and the cards. In "Flesh and Blood Skeleton", there is a skeleton with cloudy eyeballs. After reading the cards, its eyes moved.
The fourth person is the human wearing disc sunglasses. He did not make any move after reading the cards.
After that, Sean looked at his hand - a pair of five.
Not good, not bad either.
After the first bet was placed, almost everyone followed. However, even with a pair of fives, Sean chose to fold. Because he still needs to observe.
Moonlight behind Sean swallowed. Judging from his little poker experience, a pair of five is worth calling.
Five river cards were revealed, the game was over, and the round sunglasses took away all the chips. The three evil spirits all grunted.
In Sean's eyes, this is an interesting picture - three evil spirits can easily take away a human's life, but due to the rules of the gamble, they can only admit defeat.
The hard-faced dealer continued to deal the cards. In the second game, Sean was still observing everyone. Afterwards, Sean, who got a K and a Q, still chose to fold.
K and Q are high cards worth gambling on. Yueguang couldn't hold back and whispered: "Sean, why?"
Sean just raised his finger to his lips.
At this time, there was a burst of noise from another gambling table not far behind him. Turning around, Henry stood up and took back a lot of chips - he had already won the first game. And, it looks like a bumper harvest. His chips went from three to a dozen.
The third round started, and there was still one round left before Sean placed his blind bet. He got another pair of fives.
This time, Sean called. When the fourth river card was revealed, Sean threw in all the chips he had, causing other players to fold.
He won, taking back not just nine of his chips, but twelve.
Also getting a pair of five, Sean chose to fold the first time, but played very risky the second time.
Moonlight frowned and asked quietly behind her again: "Why is this?"
While shuffling the cards, Sean decided to talk about it - otherwise the moonlight behind him would really turn into a hundred thousand whys.
"That toad will remain motionless when he gets good cards; if he gets bad cards, he will scratch his face.
"That dust man will look at the cards in his hand from time to time if he gets good cards; if the cards are bad, he will show no interest.
"The skull next to it is even more obvious - if its eyes move, it's a good hand; if it doesn't, it's a bad hand. And it folds very decisively. It doesn't seem to be a bluff."
"As for the guy next to me..." Sean's voice became even lower, "I can't completely see through it yet, but when he just placed the blind bet, he moved very slowly - as if he was unwilling. This made me I saw a chance to win.”
“So I’m holding a pair of fives, and everyone else’s cards are bad, so I win by scaring everyone away before the fourth river card is revealed – it’s a bit of a risky play, but Everyone played more cautiously, but I had a greater chance of winning."
Sean found that his poker skills were not unfamiliar at all, and even more sophisticated than when he was a student - if he knew these methods at that time, he could not achieve such perfection. Then Sean, who has awakened his divine roots, can already see everything.
"Evil spirits are really not good poker players," Sean thought to himself. "Their emotional reactions are more obvious, and they have some stereotyped behaviors, which are very easy to observe..."
Moonlight poked Sean from behind: "Awesome! Sean!"
Catherine's stern expression finally relaxed a little...
Before the cards were dealt, the round eye next to him said: "Friend, you are a good poker player."
Sean followed his previous habit, played with the chips at hand, and responded politely: "You're not bad, either."
"If I were you, I wouldn't play with these chips." The elbows of the round glasses were propped on the gambling table, his hands were crossed, and his eyes seemed to be on the table in front of him.
Sean tilted his head: "Why?"
"Look carefully at these chips."
Sean picked up the chips and stared. Then his eyes glazed over and his mouth opened slightly.
The chips are like a thin transparent cage, encapsulating a soul that seems to be constantly wailing - in this inhuman world, this is obviously a reasonable thing. But Sean, who had never thought about it carefully, realized that what they were gambling on was a human soul.
