Under the dim light, all kinds of mummies fell to pieces on the ground. This means that in this world of entertainment to death, there is no law to protect corpses. Otherwise, Burritt's dissection alone would be enough to be sent to prison.
But it’s normal to think about it carefully. After all, in this world, there is a prosthetic body per capita. If the body is not allowed to be processed after death, wouldn’t the businessmen who recycle the prosthetic body become a black businessman? Wouldn’t a businessman who sells prosthetic usage data become a hacker? And those who collect drug data, collect pathological characteristics, collect...
Maybe at the beginning, this was illegal, but as those in need lowered the bottom line again and again, it would naturally become legal.
However, the audience was too lazy to care about these live broadcasts of dismembered corpses that would have been quite eye-catching if placed in other live broadcast rooms (that was an autopsy! It was to explore the cause of death! by Burritt). Their attention was always on the anchor. There wasn't even a light on the gambling table.
At this time, the two ghost figures in front of the gambling table have fallen into a state of hysteria. Only the long-haired croupier who was pulled here can still maintain a calm mood, but judging from her actions when dealing cards, there seems to be some Afraid of being slapped to death by the two ghosts at the gambling table.
This bet has been going on for nearly an hour. While the anchor Bolite continues to remove diseased organs that appear to be problematic, the chips in front of the two ghosts are constantly decreasing.
Now the ghost hand's chips are only three black coins, while the dice gambler's chips are still 33.
It’s not that the gambling ghosts have a greater chance of winning, because if you look closely, you will find that there are no human faces on these chips, but embossed dices printed on them.
Yes, the gambler's chips were completely lost more than ten minutes ago, and now with these thirty-three chips, he lost the remaining amount after taking out a hundred chips from himself.
At this time, in the live broadcast room, no one in the barrage said any depressing words such as "Anchor, stop gambling." All the viewers had a tacit understanding, and induced the anchor to say something related to gambling through topics about gambling. Relevant lines.
As the audience, they don’t even know what the host’s trump card is, but they just give the command blindly - or someone deliberately wants the host to lose. Mr. Burlett actually loses less and wins more. If he just came to the live broadcast today At that time, it still looked a bit sub-healthy and citrusy, but now, that healthy complexion, those clear eyes, and that hair quality that is as good as if it has been added with special effects, it is as if the aura of life is overflowing!
"Oh, really, these corpses have been dead for at least three years. Are you sure that this casino just closed down now? Or is it that too many people died in this casino and they finally started to be traced, so they left everything to the ghosts and ran away. ?”
Bolit stood up with his back to the gaming table, rubbed his waist that was a little sore from squatting for a long time, and found that his waist was not sore at all. He was quite surprised and said:
"Hey, you're not tired? Could it be which protein powder you used recently? Well, go back and talk to the other party. If you are willing to pay, help him carry the goods..."
[Shenta Meow’s protein powder, Ghost brand protein powder, right? 】
【Pooh! Anchor Anchor, what do you think of Stud in Texas Hold'em Poker? 】
Seeing someone breaking the rules and complaining, some spectators who were not too dissatisfied immediately jumped out to suppress the barrage. When Bolit saw this barrage, he shook his head and said:
"Poker is different from simple slot machines and dice guessing. In addition to luck, psychological warfare is also a crucial part. The focus of this zero-sum game is to scare the opponent, and stud itself is a kind of momentum."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body aged in a way that was visible to the naked eye. While hundreds of chips were formed in front of the gambling table, Bolit staggered and almost fell down——
"Good guy, it turns out it's not that I'm feeling well, but that I'm numb... It looks like I, the anchor, need to drink some wolfberry. Alas, that's it for today. Let's pack up the samples first."
Burrit sighed, but the audience ignored him. Instead, they all deployed their holographic modes and stared at the two ghost figures next to the gaming table.
The ghost hand grabbed his trump card, glanced at it twice, and then waved his hand. However, the gambler with only thirty-three chips left in front of him seemed to have red eyes. He stretched out his tentacles again and pulled them from his body. A lot of coins were thrown out and fell on the gaming table.
Although there was no sound at all, everyone in the audience could almost feel the last ditch effort of a bad gambler who had been driven to the end by gambling.
"In the final analysis, once stud is played, there is no way out. This in itself is a way of giving up all skills. Generally speaking, there are only two situations where stud will be chosen. The first is the last resort. There is no room for turning, but When it is impossible to give up, on the one hand, it is to try to scare off the opponent, of course, it may also be to lure the enemy to take the bait, and the second is to start the stud. In this case, you know that you can't beat the opponent in psychological warfare, so you simply choose Leave everything to luck..."
Seeing that no one was picking up the wolfberry, Bolite didn't spend any more. Instead, he took out a ziplock bag, carefully packed the dried heart, eyeballs, and lung lobes, and labeled them. He kept muttering about the previous story. topic.
What's very fitting is that in front of the gaming table, the white ghost hands are holding two remaining black chips (one bottom for each game), crossing their legs, and quietly watching the dealer deal the cards to both sides.
The gambler's withdrawal of the handful of chips seemed to have damaged his origin. Even the ghost image became illusory, and he even grabbed the cards directly with his tentacles.
As for the host, no one looked at the cards at all. Everyone could only see the four bright cards laid out flat.
Although it is a tense poker game, it does not have the slightest sense of epicness at this time. There are no three old kings versus three preserved eggs, nor a straight flush of hearts versus a straight flush of spades. The cards on both sides are all miscellaneous, and there is no flush. No need to gamble.
But there are also ways to gamble with small cards. When the croupier helped the anchor reveal the trump card and made a pair, the dice gambler instantly waved its tentacles, stood up and rushed towards the anchor.
Although the cards haven't been opened yet, everyone understands that this is a bad loser and a tantrum!
However, the anchor's luck as always was still at play. As the dice gambler went crazy, the chips turned into streaks of light, like a meteor shower, and fell into the anchor's body. They could almost be observed with the naked eye. The aura of life ignited a handful of golden flames and directly flew the dice gambler away.
The gambling ghost was like a floating stone, bouncing back and forth between the ceiling and the gambling table several times before finally disappearing into the darkness. The pale ghost's hand held the three chips hard, and then flew away. Returning to the anchor, he carefully touched the anchor's shoulder as if he were testing the temperature while drinking tea. After going back and forth several times, he carefully stopped on the anchor's shoulder and finally disappeared without a trace.
The long-haired female ghost looked around and found that she had nothing to do. She immediately fled the casino, leaving only the anchor Bolite who seemed to have found nothing. He was carrying a bag of water and heading towards the nearby area. Walk to the police station.
[Fuck, what kind of bad luck is this! 】
The same barrage filled the entire live broadcast room almost instantly. It was at this emotional moment that a new entry slowly took shape in Feng Xue's body...
I'm not in good health lately, so updates are a bit unstable, sorry.
