Pokémon Master is me, Bell

(One)

[Suddenly, Ai Lan's voice came from behind: "Bell, who is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Bell, who is he?" Bucciarati tilted his head.

Faced with this strange scene, I——]

"D. Ask for help from Dr. Fatong who can always turn small things into big things."

I subconsciously looked at Dr. Fatong who was watching the show next to me, hoping he could say something.

"Speaking of which, Ai Lan has been helping me collect information on super stones recently. No wonder I haven't seen Bucciarati." Dr. Fatong lived up to my expectations and played the role of introducer.

After Ai Lan and Bucciarati met, Dr. Fatong said again: "Speaking of the super stone, I remembered something. I wonder if I can trouble Miss Bell?"

He smiled.I was speechless: "What happened?"

"I knew you would agree. I would like to trouble you to go to the casino at the end of South Street. The boss there bought a good super stone for me. Maybe you can bring it back for me?"

It's hard to refuse a doctor's commission.I sometimes think that the advantage of being a Pokémon doctor is that I can trouble trainers to do some minor errands.

So after registering at the Pokémon Center, Bucciarati and I went to the casino on South Street, a rare place in Miare City that I had never been to.

The decor of the casino is quite luxurious, with oil paintings hanging on the walls and sculptures of legendary Pokémon.

There is a row of slot machines in the outermost hall, and the gambling tables in the deeper area are in full swing, with a little restlessness.

I looked around curiously for a few times and then walked to the front desk and asked, "Hello, is your boss here? I was entrusted by Dr. Fatong to come to him to pick up something."

"I'm sorry, it may not be convenient now..." The front desk lady in a black suit said in a subtle tone: "Why don't I take you there, and you will know."

She whispered something to her colleagues and then led us all the way to the deepest part of the casino.

"Table No. 13." She whispered in my ear.

I followed her instructions and looked at table No. 13.In fact, I didn't know exactly which table it was, but I found it immediately because there was only one gambling table and there were people inside and outside.

And through the gap in the crowd, I could vaguely see the boy who was being watched by everyone.

He wore a large black windbreaker with a bandage tied around one eye. His slightly curly and messy black hair covered his forehead and part of his cheek, leaving only half of his face exposed.

He fiddled with the chips with his slender fingers, and more chips were randomly scattered like hills in front of him. There was a bored and languid look in his eyes.

"His name is Osamu Dazai. He came here in the middle of the night yesterday and has won so far."

"Never lost?" I asked.

"I lost, at the beginning." The receptionist said with a serious look: "He walked in with empty pockets, borrowed ten yuan from me at the front desk, and said he would pay me back ten times. I lent it to him because I thought it was interesting. In the first two 10 minutes, he was losing and winning, wandering around various gambling tables. I told him that he would just pay me back ten yuan, but he laughed."

"Laughed?"

The front desk lady recalled with a strange expression: "Yes, I... have never seen such a smile, and never thought that I would see it on the face of a child who looked only 15 years old. After that, he seemed to identify table No. 13 , I never lost again. I also got back a worth of 100 yuan in chips.”

"But what is his relationship with the boss?" I asked.

The lady at the front desk sighed and said, "As a card player, the boss naturally stares at the gaming table without blinking."

"What is he playing?" Bucciarati suddenly asked.

"Blackjack, what's wrong?"

Bucciarati asked again: "Is anyone cheating here?"

"Cheating?"

"Yes, gambling makes a fortune."

The front desk lady sighed: "A long time ago, many people tried to use Pokmon to cheat, but now Pokmon has been banned from being brought into the casino, and our inspections are also very strict. What you said is simply impossible."

"It's not a Pokémon." Bucciarati shook his head and said, "It's a human head. Blackjack is a game of probability. People who are smart enough can memorize and count cards and understand the situation of the entire gambling table. Know the palm of your hand.”

"But..." The lady at the front desk looked at the boy in black in shock: "Can such a child have such a smart mind? I have met many smart people, and no one has ever been able to do what you said to be right about the entire gambling table. If you know it in the palm of your hand."

I suddenly had a headache.

"because……"

"Because all the smart people in this world are studying Pokémon." The young man in black suddenly raised his head and smiled at us: "right?"

"So are you admitting that you are counting cards?!" The receptionist's eyes widened.

The crowd suddenly dispersed for us.

"I didn't say that." The bandaged boy looked innocent.

But he has clearly caused outrage.The boss immediately called the Pokémon to drive him out!

"I mean uncle." The boy in black complained in a soft boyish voice: "Can you at least give me the chips you had before? I didn't do anything that is not allowed, but I have to use violence if I am not as good as others. Are you done? What a sad adult."

The boss was the only one who was originally angry. As soon as he said this, the other players who were ready to take action were also furious. They released their Pokémon and wanted to attack the boy in black!The scene suddenly became chaotic.

It's too scary, it's too scary, cherish your life and stay away from gambling!These people are so violent!

I quickly grabbed the boy in black who barely escaped the Pokémon attack and ran outside the casino!

As I pulled him, I turned around and shouted, "I'm sorry! Please forgive me. The doctor in our hospital recently went on maternity leave and I didn't keep an eye on him!"

During the hasty escape, I heard the boy in black shouting: "Hey! My chips, my living expenses! I'm going to sleep on the overpass!"

"No!" I looked back at him and said seriously: "Stay with me!"

He was stunned for a moment: "Oh, okay."

(two)

"A. Use the Poke Ball to subdue Slippery, take him to the Pokémon Center for treatment, and go to the juice shop to buy juice."

The juice shop is not too far from the Pokémon Center. The thought of letting two Pokémon drink delicious juice makes me feel happy.

As soon as I walked to the door of the juice shop, I heard the boss yelling: "No! There is no such thing!"

I took a closer look and saw that it was a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old wearing a large black trench coat and bandages all over his body, leaning on the front desk of the juice shop as if he had no bones.

"Just help me make it! Delicious mixed juice that can help you die smoothly!" He said in a long voice: "Please, please, this is really important to me~"

"Really not!" The juice shop owner was about to burst into tears. "I'm going to call the police if you do this again!"

The young man stood up immediately and said lifelessly: "Ah, it's boring."

Seeing this scene, I paused and turned around.

It's better not to get too involved with such strange people.

I took two steps out...and turned back.

"Um." I looked at the black-haired boy who came out of the door and asked, "Do you have a place to stay at night?"

He tilted his head.

I sigh. "If not, would you like to stay at my house for one night?"