"Laughing, laughing, what's going on now? Has anyone gone in completely?" Xia Mi stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pull out the metal fragments directly from Chu Zihang's back, but stopped again. There is no way to start.
"Fortunately, everything was stopped." Chu Zihang's eyelids drooped, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. In fact, this was caused by intense pain. The pain was constantly impacting the nerves in his brain, trying to make him enter his self. Protection, a state commonly known as coma.
"Senior brother, you can't fall asleep at this time. In TV dramas, if you fall asleep at this time, you will never wake up again!" Xia Mi said seriously, holding Chu Zihang's eyes with both hands to prevent them from letting go. closure.
"...What are you waiting for?" Chu Zihang seemed to be more energetic after doing this, and asked suddenly.
"Waiting to eat at your table, senior brother? Should I sit at the table full of handsome guys?" Xia Mi subconsciously replied to him.
"..." Chu Zihang's breath suddenly became unsteady.
"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Xia Mi was startled, "I'll sit at the old man's table!"
Chu Zihang: "..."
So you want to have a seat no matter what, right?
Severe pain struck, and Chu Zihang fainted completely. His muscles still tightened subconsciously, and no blood flowed out. But how long could he last in this state of coma?
…
"Whoops, whoops!" Fingel seemed to be pressing the lever with great effort, and the maintenance vehicle made of extreme ice advanced rapidly on the track. "Junior, how are you? My wave has played a big role. It’s working, I want 10% more when the rewards are distributed!”
"You've been thinking about the reward before you even get there. Senior, you are really a talent." Mo Qiuran said with emotion.
"Hahaha, oops, just so-so, just because of the pressure of life." Fingel laughed twice and said.
While they were talking, light suddenly appeared in the tunnel ahead. Mo Qiuran and Fingel looked at each other, and then Fingel nodded clearly, "I understand."
Then he no longer pretended to be tired, and his thick and powerful arms quickly began to press the push rod and swing it up and down. The small cart, which was originally traveling at about thirty or forty kilometers per hour, moved up and down in a very short period of time. It was accelerated by twice, and even this speed continued to increase with the frequency of Fingel pressing the putter!
If this maintenance vehicle is not made of Jibing, but is a maintenance vehicle that truly belongs to that era... I am afraid that the friction between the wheels and the axles will almost produce sparks!
"Senior brother, what are you doing? I asked you to stop, not to speed up!" Mo Qiuran looked at Fengel with a confused expression. Was that "I understand" look on your face serious? The level of tacit understanding between the two of us cannot be said to be slightly unfamiliar, it is simply not there at all or just the opposite!
"Ah? At a time like this, shouldn't we leave so fast that the enemy can't react, and then take advantage of their confusion to kill someone with a carbine?" Fingel kept moving his hands and asked.
"I think you want to run away and leave, right?" Mo Qiuran glared at him.
"There's no need to be so direct about this kind of thing, junior..." Fingel was ashamed.
While they were talking, they finally exited the tunnel at a very fast speed. The so-called light was just the light from an incandescent lamp, but it was particularly obvious in the dark tunnel. This way, there was no temporary blindness caused by changes in light and darkness. .
This is a platform. The platform is extremely old. The corners of the cement floor are covered with green ceramic tiles. The whitewashed walls are peeling off badly. There are several shocking big characters painted in red on it - "Fushouling Station". Next to it are green tiles. There is another date, 1977.
It almost makes people wonder if they have traveled through time.
Soon Fingel found that it was extremely difficult to push the putter in his hand. A harsh sound came from the wheels, but Tang Zi directly used Yan Ling to temporarily create a brake to slowly stop the maintenance vehicle. .
"I knew there was no way I could run away when I came to a place like this with you guys!" Fingel let go of the putter with tears in his eyes. He just felt tired. When his teammates were all fighting madness, he A salted fish trying to save his life seems so out of place.
"There's no way to get out of a place like this if you don't find the key points. You can't expect to slip out on the track and get out for no reason. Now that you've come in, you can't go out without looking at the Dragon King who built this Nibelungen. What does it look like? Don't you feel it's a pity, senior?" Mo Qiuran patted his shoulder and jumped directly from the maintenance vehicle to the platform, followed closely by Tang Zi and Eryi.
Fingel rolled his eyes, but he still hurriedly followed. The consequences of being separated from his thighs were far more serious than fighting the boss with a group. The latter could at least fish, but the former would really have to do it alone if they encountered any danger. One person can carry it!
Under the incandescent lamp covered with spider webs, a human figure wearing dark brown linen sat there. He turned his head after hearing the movements of several people, and Fingel was so frightened that he stepped forward, his huge body shrinking in the ink. Behind Qiu Ran: "It's Queen Kamaita!"
It is indeed the Kamaita Queen. This one is obviously not the one that was destroyed by Mo Qiuran's explosion before, but it still has nine heads and corresponding silver masks. The huge body does not stretch out, but shrinks there. Underneath the dark brown linen.
"Call me dealer!" Queen Weasel said.
"Dealer?"
Tang Zi asked with great interest.
"Yes, casino dealer, the newcomer should know better, right?" The dealer's nine heads shook and his mouth opened and closed.
"Shouldn't the croupiers all have blond hair and big waves of black stockings? What the hell is wrong with your body!" Mo Qiuran asked.
"Red skull, young man, I just show the most realistic form. If your imagination is strong enough, you can also imagine me as a blond girl with big waves and black stockings, and she also has nine heads! Service! Full capacity!"
The croupier was not stumped, but shook his head and said that it didn't look like a simple "artificial intelligence" but an intelligent being.
That's the style...
Why is it so familiar?
"Lu Mingfei, stop hiding! Come out quickly!" Mo Qiuran said suddenly, everyone was stunned.
"Is Lu Mingfei here?" Hui Liyi asked Tang Zi in a curious voice.
"Of course not. What he means is that the dealer's way of speaking is very similar to Lu Mingfei..." Tang Zi explained.
"Who is Lu Mingfei? I am me!" The dealer looked a little angry, but he still sat in his seat honestly, "Do you want to play a game? As long as you win 1,000 chips like this, you It will lead to the next level!”
As he spoke, he took out a dark gold chip, which looked like an antique. With a slight push, the chip began to spin on the table in front of him.
"What are you here for?" Fingel asked curiously. It was probably because the croupier's way of speaking was so friendly that he let down his guard. "I'm the number one gambler in Cassel College! What am I?" Everybody does it!"
"Senior, do you still have this ability?" Mo Qiuran looked at Fingel with doubt on his face.
"Of course, you don't have to believe your senior in other matters, but you must believe this. Ever since I entered Cassel College, the gambling king throne of Cassel College has been firmly under me!" Fingel He held his head high and proudly.
"Then if that's the case, why do you still owe so much money, senior?" Mo Qiuran made a knowing blow.
"This...well, I can't look back on the past. Back then, I was the all-powerful and unrivaled senior, but unfortunately I lost once. From then on, I washed my hands and never participated again. Otherwise, how could I still owe so much?"
Fingel sighed dejectedly, and became lively again the next second: "But there is no way this time. Since things have reached such a dangerous stage, as the person with the most gambling skills here, I must take action! This It’s my duty to do this kind of thing!”
"Senior, are your hands itchy?" Mo Qiuran asked.
"Oh, don't expose this kind of thing so quickly..." Fingel said angrily.
"Actually, there is a simpler way, that is..." Tang Zi looked at the dealer and was considering whether to take action directly.
"Woman! Before you take action, you should consider where you are now. The key is here with me. If you kill me, you won't be able to find it. Do you plan to tear this place down and leave?" The dealer said quickly, " Although this place doesn’t have much connection with the outside world, it is still connected!”
"It's interesting. Who taught you to say these words? You shouldn't know the situation outside, right?" Mo Qiuran asked. It was obvious that what the dealer meant when he said these words -
If the Nibelung Pit is destroyed, it will also have an impact on the outside world, and the location of the Nibelung Pit happens to cover the BJ subway. If it causes a collapse, the consequences will be unimaginable. Of course, how many people will be affected by this? Forced demolition is no longer an option.
But originally, after all, in your own home, you definitely shouldn’t consider demolishing your home to solve the problem.
"There is no one to teach me. I'm just a poor migrant worker. I can't be left alone without having something to do, right? Sometimes there are a few people from outside. I always chat with them and learn something about them." thing."
The croupier shook his head and said: "These heroes are bosses at first glance. If it were anyone else, I would pretend to be a robot and not even talk to them!"
"Are you saying that you want to surrender when you say such dejected words?" Fingel asked.
"Nonono!" The croupier continued to shake his head, "I give up, I still have to do the work that needs to be done, so are you ready to start? Our game is Texas Hold'em! As long as you win 1,000 chips, you can leave. The key!”
"Interesting, but we don't have the kind of chips you have. Or do you want to use something to exchange for chips? Is the money okay? Can I buy more than 1,000 directly?" Mo Qiuran asked.
"Of course... no!" The croupier chuckled, "Bets cannot be bought. Each of you has a corresponding chip... and your chip is your loneliness! How much loneliness you have, you have as many chips! "
"A good setting for the second grade." Mo Qiuran commented.
"Sounds interesting. Can you see our loneliness?" Tang Zi raised his eyebrows.
"I'm ashamed, I'm sorry, of course it's okay!" The croupier said happily, as if he had finally come to the part he was most looking forward to, and he stretched out a hand to point at Eri Yi.
"This lady could have left directly, but now she can't! Well... that smell of loneliness is really delicious. I can smell it after a while, but it's a pity that it was dispelled... …But there are still a hundred chips, and so is this lady!”
As he said this, the dealer got two hundred dark gold chips from nowhere and gave them to Eli Yi and Tang Zi.
"What about me? I've always been lonely. I must be able to leave directly, right?" Mo Qiuran asked confidently.
"..." The croupier glanced at him silently, and then gave the answer with action. He stretched out his hand, pressed the dark golden chip spinning on the table to the table, and then pushed it to Mo Qiuran.
"Ahem...Actually, if I could, I didn't even want to give you this one, but unfortunately there seems to be no precedent of not giving any chips..." the dealer said.
"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill it!" Mo Qiuran was about to rush forward angrily.
Fingel quickly stopped him: "Junior, calm down, junior! He is definitely not deliberately mocking you for being an optimist who doesn't know how to worry without worries!"
"Hey, hey, are you trying to break up the fight or adding fuel to the fire?" The croupier looked at Fingel in horror, realizing that this bushy-browed man was not a good person, so he took out a bottle cap from nowhere. Throw it at him.
"Huh? What is this?" Fingel caught it and found that it was a tin bottle cap with the word Arctic Ocean on it. It was a very old orange soda bottle cap, produced by BJ, and was as popular as Coke in the past.
"Your chips!" the dealer said matter-of-factly.
"..." Fingel looked silently at the rusty iron bottle cap in his hand, and then at the dark gold chip in Mo Qiuran's hand.
"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill him! Shi Ke can't be killed!" Fingel rushed forward.
Then this time the roles were reversed, and Mo Qiuran stopped him: "Senior, don't get excited, there is nothing wrong with the bottle cap. He is definitely not deliberately mocking you for being an optimist who doesn't know how to worry and be carefree. !”
This is called treating others with their own medicine.
"Ahem... That's it. In fact, because there are too many chips, sometimes we have to use other things as substitutes. For example, this one in your hand is actually worth 1,000 chips!" The dealer I didn't know where to find a dark golden chip.
So everyone was stunned for a moment, and their eyes all fell on Fingel. The one who felt the most lonely was actually Fingel?
Fingel was also stunned.
Then ecstasy.
"Then can I leave directly?" Fingel said with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face disappeared again and turned into depression.
Because he suddenly realized that it was useless to leave alone. His thighs were still here. He should leave alone first... Delivering meat to his door?
…
at the same time.
Somewhere not far from here, Xia Mi watched as he fell into a coma and automatically relaxed his muscles, causing the blood originally locked in the background to begin to gurgling out. As a result, his face became pale, and he was about to enter a state of shock due to excessive blood loss, or even completely. The dying Chu Zihang made a decision.
She reached out and pulled out a dagger.
In the darkness, the light of the golden eyes flickered on the dagger.
The sharp tip of the knife slowly fell.
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