At half past ten, the game between Bob and Thomas is over. Apparently, Bob lost badly because he used up too much energy in one game.

Then came Franklin.

He didn't skimp on consumption, and quickly won Ryan by controlling the probability. Then start this memory game.

Those abstract lines can give ordinary people a headache just looking at them, but the two have to find a way to remember their positions. Franklin can also flip all the way down with probability manipulation. But then he could have died violently the next day.

You can only use the lucky dice to fill up the luck, and then compete for memory in a lawful manner.

But in terms of memory, there is a real gap between everyone and Thomas.

"It's just cheating." Franklin sighed as he looked at Thomas, who was playing the lucky dice but still outscoring him. And Thomas just shrugged and continued the flop calmly.

George Dodge played with Thomas before the end of the world. Of course, Thomas wasn't a serious gambler at the time, just coming to play occasionally. With his memory, he can get along well wherever he goes.

After all, a strong memory often means learning things quickly, and diplomas can easily be obtained.

Occasionally perform on a TV show, you can eat and drink without worry.

He went to the casino to compete with the God of Gamblers at the time, and he was similar to Sun Ling at the point.

In terms of computing power, George Dodge is stronger, and as for the psychological warfare, he completely beat Thomas. But in terms of memory... George Dodge, who is already old, can't keep up.

The four kings, including the dead Marcus, were all men who had gambled against George Dodge. It was not easy for him to collect four people into Nightmare City.

Acting out with the k of spades is tiring. George Dodge has put his main energy into his body and wants to wake up quickly.

In the mushroom forest that has been shrunk ten times, in the rabbit hole, a powerful force is gathering.

Black unknown objects are rolling, surging, and spreading out from the hole.

Inside the casino, Franklin took a deep breath. His next task is very heavy, one is to win Thomas, who Bob did not win, and then continue to beat Tick who was playing with guns. The second is to compress the entire process within an hour.

It was eleven o'clock now. There was only an hour left until the end of his bet with Bob.

Fortunately, this memory game is nearing its end.

He put away a pair of cards, looked at Thomas, and said it was your turn.

There are still more than twenty cards on the table, seventeen of which have not been turned over yet. Thomas' total score at this time was not much higher than Franklin's, and there was a lot of luck in it. Your opponent often turns over two unturned cards and scores directly. What can you do?

So Thomas was very calm, even in the mood to praise Franklin: "Not bad, even if it is only compared to memory, you are not bad."

"Heh." Franklin sneered, "Let's talk about it when we're done."

He actually looked down on people like Thomas. There was only victory and defeat at the gambling table, and it didn't make any difference whether you won by memory or by out of thousands.

Such a naive person cannot survive at the cruel gambling table. I have an advantage in terms of memory, I just lost luck. In fact, it is true luck that you can survive until now in the last days.

With so few cards left, the advantage of memory is greatly reduced, just like in front of one plus one, there is no difference between college students and elementary school students, so luck becomes the main factor.

Franklin finally finished the game before half past eleven.

The next round takes no time.

But take your life.

The dealer loads the bullet and turns it. And made special treatment, so that the two guys can't determine which grid the bullet is in.

This is very meaningful, otherwise everyone will know where the bullets are and play a fart.

"The rules are very simple. Take turns to shoot yourself in the head, and each person has a maximum of three shots. Until someone is afraid of admitting defeat or being shot dead. There are six shots in total. I'll go first." Tick said blankly.

In theory, there is no difference between the first come and the later. There are no three shots, and the probability is exactly the same (ask the high school math teacher if you are not sure).

"Okay." Franklin smiled. He won't lose in gambling on things like luck.

That is, I have never seen Lin Yin. Otherwise, it would be fun to play with the two of them.

But he hadn't moved the dice yet, and the probability control didn't work, when he saw Tick shoot his forehead three times, and then threw the revolver to Franklin: "It's your turn."

At this moment, Franklin realized what is suffocation and what is oppression.

Regardless of the outcome, he was completely suppressed in his aura.

Franklin, who was still despising Thomas just now, found that he also had something he didn't dare to gamble on. Or it's not that he doesn't dare to gamble, it's that he must lose now, the opponent's three shots have been fired, and he doesn't die, then he either dies or loses, and death is also a loss.

"Did the teacher lose like this back then?" Bob sighed with emotion.

Tick ​​started smoking: "No, we said it was one shot per person, and then I shot myself five times, and then threw the revolver to him. Let him either shoot me one shot, or shoot himself one shot, or Get out of this street."

Neither Bob nor Franklin knew that the teacher still had such a past on the street, which felt a little fresh.

But they've lost, and it's time to go out and relieve the dream for George Dodge. Wake him up.

At least Franklin didn't have to lose his identity.

Today's Bob lost very thoroughly. He suddenly remembered something and began to look for Copperfield.

After Tick fired three times in a row, Copperfield knew the scene was over and left early. There will be another big play in the city that he himself directed.

I have to say that Copperfield's play was very successful.

A hypnotist, illusionist, and deceiver, he felt that director was the most suitable career for him. Before the end of the world, he was actually a top student in the film department of the Academy of Fine Arts.

The second scene is different from the thrilling game in the fog garden of the casino just now. This is a visual feast, a magical action drama.

To put it simply, the superhuman battle.

Black unknown liquid poured out of the mushroom forest and quickly flooded the surrounding streets. Countless big mouths opened, swallowing up the dream of Mr. God of Gamblers.

George Dodge, who had already made various preparations for Alice, was caught off guard for a while in the face of this unexpected enemy.

At this moment, Franklin and Bob, who had just walked out of the foggy garden and were controlled by the two cards of the big and small kings, saw the Nightmare City in front of them was submerged by black objects. All the gamblers could see that it was a monster that had no entity, was completely composed of spiritual power, and could only survive in areas such as dreams and spiritual power seas.

Usually, we call that a black nightmare or a yellow nightmare. But the monsters at the moment have deep traces of human creation.

ps is the second update today, ask for a ticket, ask for a collection, ask for a subscription.

Someone was banned by me today. Generally speaking, I don't delete it. If you look through the book review area, many bad reviews are still there. Unless you read a chapter or just spray it without reading the book, or just talk nonsense. This person said that after 200 chapters, the protagonist is a waste. I was too lazy to care about him after I deleted it, but he still came out and spat, and then deleted and spat, and it was banned.

Really speechless, more than 100 chapters are on the shelves, where did you even read the 200 chapters without fan value? I have no resentment towards pirated readers, but I will not tolerate those who watch pirated copies and scold others.