In the dim abandoned casino, the weird environment exudes a terrifying atmosphere. A bright but focused light falls from below the drone suspended on the ceiling.
In the center of the light, a man in casual clothes and plastic gloves was using a scalpel to quickly dismember a mummy, peeling out the shriveled, withered internal organs and blood vessels, muttering in a low voice from time to time. with various terms.
And just not far away from him, in the darkness where the light did not shine, on both sides of a gambling table, and in the dealer's position, a female ghost in white with long hair covering her entire face, Cutting and shuffling a deck of poker cards that didn't look very normal.
There were some chips placed in front of each of the two ghost figures, but the specific styles were different. In front of the ghost figure whose body was entangled with tentacles extending from a dice with twenty-one eyes, there were a total of six or seven chips. Each kind of chip has a frightened face on it.
But in front of the ghost figure with only one relatively solid hand was a black chip, which looked a bit ordinary.
As the dealer put the deck of cards into the dealer, the two ghost figures started moving at the same time. The chips in front of them were like plasticine, being quickly kneaded and deformed, and finally turned into a hundred coins each. size.
[What are these two ghosts playing at? 】
[It’s too dark to see clearly, but two cards were dealt for the first time, it shouldn’t be thirteen or the big two,]
[Silly [beep——] Anchor, if you don’t turn on the light, who wants to see you dissecting a mummy! 】
[That’s right, I want to watch the fierce ghost play cards! 】
[Fuck, they dealt three cards, did they assume that the anchor also participated? 】
…
As the barrage of clothes flashed by, everyone noticed this problem. While the anchor was immersed in dissecting, two cards, one bright and one dark, were also sent in his direction by the long-haired female ghost, along with the other two ghosts. Showing the momentum of holding the corner.
The long-haired female ghost seemed to look around at the cards on the table, then spread out one hand to signal the gambler to bid. The gambler glanced at his cards and then threw out two chips.
Seeing this, the ghost hand stretched out his hand to grab two chips and threw them in front of the gambling table. The female ghost nodded and looked at Bolite who was dissecting the corpse.
【Anchor! The ghost is asking you to place a bet! 】
[Look at the cards quickly! I’m so anxious! You look at the cards! 】
[What’s so good about dissecting a corpse? 】
As if he was a little impatient by the barrage, Bolit frowned and said:
"No matter what cards you look at, I told you not to be superstitious and not to gamble! What? I gambled and I got away unscathed... How can it be the same? Why don't you gamble when you get free money?"
Just when Bolit said this, as if some rule was triggered, the female ghost reached out to fish it out, and the audience watched helplessly as a handful of white mist floated from the anchor's body, and then fell on the card table. on, forming a chip the size of two coins.
Except that the face on the chip belongs to the anchor, it is almost identical to the gambler's chip!
[Fuck, those chips are people killed by gamblers! 】
[As long as the anchor says something similar to agreeing to gambling, he will be in the game! 】
[Anchor, please don’t mention gambling again! 】
The barrage immediately made speculations about the current situation, but Bolit didn't pay attention at all and just said to himself:
"Look at the heart of this corpse. Although it has dried up, there are obvious abnormalities in the muscle texture. It should have contracted unnaturally before death. Maybe it was injected with some kind of special medicine, or maybe it was affected by some kind of medicine. Stimulation, leading to abnormal heart rate, and eventually shock. Looking at it this way, it’s really like dying in a casino without being able to catch your breath after a big gamble and losing.”
Burrit muttered, stood up and walked towards the other corpse. The whole process was smooth and smooth, without even raising his head to look at the gaming table.
The female dealer ghost looked at the other two houses, saw them waving their hands, and pushed all the chips on the table in the direction of Feng Xue. In full view of the audience, Bolite, who had a dull complexion, immediately looked like As if I took some powerful pills, my complexion immediately became rosy, and even some of the original freckles and fine lines were immediately faded. No beauty camera can do this so quickly!
[Fuck, what’s going on? 】
[Betting on your life? The two ghosts didn't follow just now, so the chips belong to the host! 】
[Two words, let the ghost help me regain my youth? 】
[Fuck, where is this casino? I also need to go! 】
[Wake up, are you as tough as a host? Are there any anchors who are so lucky? Is there a spirit behind it like the anchor? 】
[That’s right, if you go, you will leave many mummies on the ground! 】
…
The barrage was crazy about the youth of the host, and many big shots had already begun to make arrangements, but Bolit, who was at the center of the incident, was completely unaware of it. He cut open the chest of a mummy again, and was amazed. road:
"Look at this little naughty guy, is he probably going to lose his fortune and his life in one fell swoop?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dealer who had just dealt two more cards reached out again, but this time, he fished out hundreds of chips from Bolite.
Bolit's appearance was much older in a way that was visible to the naked eye, but he didn't seem to realize it. He just stretched hard and said:
"Why do I suddenly feel a little tired...is it because I stayed up late studying medicine recently?"
[Anchor, look in the mirror! 】
[You look at least 60 years old now, okay? 】
【sixty? My grandpa is not even that old in his eighties! 】
"Hey, that's too much. Although I am a hardcore anchor, I still rely on my reputation to make a living. You can't stand cursing me anymore!"
Bolit took out the mirror from his pocket in dissatisfaction. At the same moment, it seemed that because he pressed too hard, the two ghosts chose not to follow, and the hundreds of chips were returned together with the two ghosts' bottom chips. Once inside his body, Bolit took a mirror and looked around, and said with a happy face:
"How old are you? The anchor looks like he is only eighteen years old, right? But having said that, it turns out that looking at handsome guys can make people feel refreshed. So I looked in the mirror, and the fatigue I just felt... Everything has been wiped out. Shouldn’t the anchor sell some photos? With this fatigue-relieving function, charging 50 credits is not too much, right?"
【grass! 】
【grass! 】
【grass! 】
Seeing that the barrage in the live broadcast room had turned into a football field, Bolit sighed and said:
"Be civilized. Even if you don't agree with the anchor, don't be like this. I think you are just jealous of the anchor's handsomeness! Forget it, it is common for handsome people to be envied by others. The anchor will not care about you. Let me watch it again. Look how this one died... My dear, my eyes are popping out. Isn't this the result of four aces and a flush? Damn it, why do I feel so tired again..."
As for the anchor betting on his own escape, this is very simple. It is a question of character development.
A simple consideration is whether the gambling money obtained by the anchor's escape can offset his own brand value.
Bolite is a tough-talking and brave anchor. His personality is reckless, brave, and not afraid of ghosts.
If you run away, you will be ruined, which is equivalent to the end of your live broadcast career. At the same time, you will also offend the company that values your brand value and has signed a delivery agreement with you, the live broadcast platform that tilts its resources to you, and even offend the company that values your brand value. Offend those gamblers.
Under this kind of pressure, if Bolit was really an ordinary anchor, he would never buy it to run away and act, because if he didn't buy it, no one would say anything if he ran away. At most, he would never be afraid. The ghost anchor becomes a ghost-detecting anchor, but if you buy yourself an escape and run away in the end, even if you are really scared away by the ghost, it is still a fake escape, and an ordinary anchor cannot afford it.
To sum up, it is extremely unlikely that the anchor will buy himself into running away and then fake it.
