"Now, please come with me. Your two friends have been waiting for you for a long time." A figure gradually walked out of the corridor, wearing a tuxedo, a white shirt with a hard collar and gloves.

The two looked at each other, and followed each other into the room at the end of the corridor.

Fang Daichuan closed the microphone in his palm, opened it quietly, and stuffed it into his belt buckle.

The police outside had noticed the situation at the scene early, and saw that Fang Daichuan's passage was opened, and no one made a sound inside, and he dared not say anything at the moment. While informing the helicopter and the fleet to stand by, sweat was squeezed in his palms.

The European-style carved door at the end of the corridor opened from it, and the waiters on both sides carried the plates in one hand and the back of the other, and shuttled through the banquet hall. A long table was empty, and a man with an eastern face turned around and smiled at the two of them.

"Mr. Li, I’ve been admired for a long time," he motioned to the tuxedo butler to open the table and chairs for the two of them. "I am your loyal reader, the trilogy of cheating games you wrote, "Dunhuang Game", "Werewolf Game" and "Yinghe "Game", I like it very much."

The man’s eyes fixed on Li Sinian’s face, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which made Fang Daichuan feel very uncomfortable: "My lifelong dream is to really play a game of fraud with you. This time I heard that you bought I got off an island and finished the desert island survival mode. I bought the cruise ship overnight and issued customs approval. I want to play the high seas cruise mode with you. I don’t know if you want it."

Li Sinian took a sip of wine, and the glass vessel knocked on the long table with a cold, crisp sound: "You don't seem to give me a chance to refuse."

The man seemed to like Li Sinian's attitude of showing weakness, he smiled triumphantly and snapped his fingers.

The unconscious female police officer and the other sturdy plainclothes were pushed out, each with a gun on the back of their head. Fang Daichuan remembered that the deputy bureau told himself that their informant had been out of contact for three days, and now it seems that fortunately, there is nothing wrong with them.

"Two people? Sologame?" Li Sinian glanced at the hostage casually, then removed his eyes.

The middle-aged man smiled, and the smile floated on the oily white skin, with a greasy nausea, his eyes rolled around Fang Daichuan's body: "This... Qin Gongzi? If you like, you can also join. ."

Fang Daichuan respects Xie Bumin.

"Don't bring him in, how do you want to play?" Li Sinian blew his nails.

"Red and white cards, single and double at 9 o'clock, I found a winning plan, do you believe it or not?" The middle-aged man was proud.

The red and white card single and double nine points is a game designed by Li Sinian himself. It appeared in the novel of "Galactic Game" and is a game between psychology and mathematics.

Each player on both sides of the game can get nine cards. The back of the odd-numbered card is red, and the back of the even-numbered card is white. The first hand plays the card first, and the second hand can only choose the card with the opposite color. The person with the big hand gets a chip and gets the first move in the next round. Win or lose is announced every time a card is played, but the two sides will not be told which card they have played. The person who wins the five kills first wins.

Li Sinian raised his eyebrows without comment.

Li Sinian sat at one end of the long table, Fang Daichuan stood up and stood opposite the croupier, staring at the croupier's movements. The position of four people is very coincidental. If this is not a long table, but a square table, then it should happen to play a game of Mahjong.

Songs from popular singers sang from the deck outside.

The men and women laughed and screamed.

The croupier threw two dice into the dice cup and raised his hand to shake it.

"It's so boring." Sitting at the other end of the long table, the middle-aged man lit a cigarette under the service of the tuxedo butler. He glanced at the hostage, "Let's make a bet."

"How about betting on his arm?" Before the middle-aged man spoke, the waiter took the stool and placed the informant's right hand flat on the leather stool. A black suit raised his leg and took the knife from the outer thigh. The dogleg knife was pulled out of the sleeve, and the shiny silver knife surface reflected the light of the chandelier. It rubbed the informant's right wrist and inserted it diagonally into the stool.

The informant swallowed, and a drop of cold sweat slipped down the sideburns.

Li Sinian didn't turn his head to look. He stared at the face of the beautiful dealer Feng Yan with interest: "It's boring to bet on his arms, it's better to bet on me," he laughed, "My hands are always worth more than his. ."

"Please guess the odd and double points, please." The beautiful croupier stopped shaking the dice finger, and the dice cup steadily stopped in the center of the table.

"Just do it, you win, take people away, if you lose, leave your hands behind." Both eyes fixed on the small color cup, and the middle-aged man looked at Li Si from the point where his eyes met. Years, smiled slightly, "I guess double."

Li Sinian made an inviting gesture.

The croupier opened the color cup.

Two bright red dots stopped in the center of the bowl.

"Sorry, I'm going ahead." The middle-aged man took a cigar and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Song takes the lead, please shuffle the cards separately." The croupier spread his hands.

"Go and check! Chinese, surname Song! On this ship!" The police screamed at the investigator with his headphones on.

Mr. Song shuffled the cards, drew a white card, and advanced to the center of the pool: "My sure-win method only works when I have the first hand," he laughed, "God is helping me."

Li Sinian didn't speak, but smiled slightly. His right index finger and thumb kept trembling. He rubbed his fingers, then took a sip of wine to suppress the tremor.

"Mr. Li thinks first-hand advantage is not important?" The surname Song has been interfering with Li Sinian's thinking. He played with the nine chips in his hand and made a clear sound.

Li Sinian shuffled the cards, pondered for a while, and casually dealt with him: "Of course it's important for players like you who are superstitious about the so-called ‘must win’.

He drew a red card and threw it into the center of the card pool.

The dealer took two cards with a long pole, opened a gap slightly, and then smiled slightly: "In the first game, Mr. Song won."

Mr. Song smiled.

Li Sinian raised his right eyebrow and tossed a bargaining chip he had been playing with. The gold coin slid out of a parabola and landed at Mr. Song.

"Acceptance." He touched the warm bargaining chip, and Fang Daichuan's disgusted smile was on the corner of his mouth.