Treasure Appraisal: My eyes can identify all things

Jiang Cheng readjusted his mask in front of the mirror and let out a long sigh of relief.

A question suddenly arose in my mind.

Is it possible that this 404 Bureau is of an espionage nature?

It's a human skin mask, and it belongs to a thief. It's no wonder Jiang Cheng has this suspicion.

But then he shook his head, does a tomb robbing case need an agent?

Isn't this overkill?

I became more and more curious about Game 404.

Is it possible that the tomb robbing case is not that simple?

At this time, a text message came to the phone.

It was from Qian Duo.

Let him act.

Jiang Cheng bit his lip and took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous.

I can't help but feel like I'm a secret agent, performing a mission.

Especially with another face.

Not to mention it’s quite a red chicken!

But after all, it was my first time, so I was very nervous. I was afraid that something would happen in the middle.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Cheng opened the door and left the pedicure shop.

Ten minutes later, a dark-skinned, ordinary-looking man in his early thirties appeared in the night bar.

It was Jiang Cheng after his disguise.

Glancing at the men and women swaying crazily in the wine, Jiang Cheng went straight to the safety stairs without stopping.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs were two sturdy men with muscular faces.

Just like the two door gods.

I had just checked a gambler's chips and saw Jiang Cheng coming over. One of the brawny men with colorful arms frowned and couldn't help but look at this unfamiliar face.

He said coldly: "Going up the stairs while singing and dancing!"

Jiang Cheng didn't get angry, he took out the round chip and deliberately pointed the letters "ys" at the strong man.

ys is the abbreviation of "Night", but this does not mean a bar, but an underground casino in a night bar.

The strong man looked at the chips and his expression softened a lot.

However, it was still not released directly!

"Who introduced it?"

"Lao Mo introduced me!" Jiang Cheng said.

This was the nickname of the man who Chando got the chips from.

Is a frequent visitor to Night Casino.

The strong man nodded and winked at the bald man next to him, and the two of them made way in an instant.

Jiang Cheng just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to enter the stairs when the bald man asked another question.

"Oh! I heard that Lao Mo's wife has given birth to a boy or a girl?"

It seemed like a casual question, but Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

I secretly cursed in my heart: I am still testing this!

But then he showed a naive smile: "Brother, stop making trouble, Lao Mo is a bachelor, how can he get a wife!"

"Oh? Really? Hahaha, I'm sorry, maybe I remembered it wrong! Please come in!" The bald man scratched his head and hurriedly made a gesture of invitation.

The moment he turned around, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

Good guy, can a gatekeeper be so alert?

He was secretly glad that Qian Duo gave him detailed information about Lao Mo before coming.

Otherwise, if you don’t even enter the casino, you might be ruined!

Taking a long breath, Jiang Cheng slowly walked up the stairs to the second underground floor.

Jiang Cheng discovered that there was a camera installed at every corner of the stairs, and his every move was probably in the eyes of others.

Fortunately, Qian Duo was professional enough and prepared a human skin mask in advance, otherwise his identity would have been exposed!

I have to say that Qian Duo, the little fairy, usually looks ungrateful, but he is quite reliable in doing things.

After a while, Jiang Cheng went down to the second underground floor.

As above, there are still two bodyguards watching the exit of the stairs.

But this time it was not as strict as before. Jiang Cheng was put in just by looking at the chips.

As soon as I walked in, a sour smell hit my face.

Jiang Cheng almost vomited!

It smells like cigarette smoke, smelly feet, and a hint of hydrogen sulfide.

The taste is quite wonderful.

This is a small space, and it is even a bit powerful in parts.

There are seven or eight tables crammed into the space of seventy or eighty square meters.

Fortunately, it's the Eight Immortals table. If it were a professional gambling table, it probably wouldn't even have room to stand.

Every table was crowded with people.

Shouts and shouts came and went.

Many people's eyes have become red from gambling. The dark circles under their eyes are as deep as those of pandas. Their hair is sticky and curled up into a ball. They are so decadent that they no longer look like normal people.

Looking at these almost pathological gamblers, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but start to reflect.

Is this the same state when you gamble on stones?

Now that there is no shortage of money, is it time to do something meaningful?

Like learning to draw seriously.

Or make up for your original regrets, improve your academic qualifications, or do something else meaningful?

Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered this passage from Pascal's "Thoughts": "Man is just a reed, the most fragile thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed. He does not need the entire universe. Only by taking up arms can he be destroyed; a breath or a drop of water is enough to kill him.

But even if the universe destroys him, man is still infinitely nobler than that which kills him; for he knows his own death, and the advantage which the universe has over him, of which the universe knows nothing. "

Anyway, Jiang Cheng felt that his life should not be limited to making money, he should have higher pursuits.

But that's all for later!

After a while, Jiang Cheng found Qian Duo fighting hard next to a gold-fried golden flower platform.

When Jiang Cheng walked over, Qian Duo seemed to have just lost a hand, and the chips in front of him were reduced by one-third.

Jiang Cheng had a black line on his forehead.

He just rushed over and pulled Qian Duo out, and said angrily: "I said what are you here for? Gambling?"

Qian Duo chuckled and showed an embarrassed expression: "Hey! My hands are itchy!"

Jiang Cheng let out a long sigh and showed an expression of hatred: "Where's the nonsense? Are you here?"

Qian Duo pointed to a lean man next to a blackjack table.

"I've already started playing, and I'm pretty lucky. I've already won 70,000 to 80,000 yuan!"

Jiang Cheng frowned: "This guy can't just win the money and run away, can he?"

"Don't worry, you don't understand the psychology of a gambler. If you lose, you may still stop in time, but if you win money, all you can think about is winning more!" Qian Duo gave Jiang Cheng a reassuring look.

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of a question: "That's not right! There are so many opportunities, how can you get Hu Yan to bet with me?"

Qian Duo smiled evilly: "Isn't this easy? What if he finds out that you are a super invincible mallet, stupid and rich?"

"Damn! You are the stick, and your whole family is the stick!"

"Let's go change the chips!"

Jiang Cheng was in a dilemma. If he wanted to play the role of stick, wouldn't he have to lose all the time?

"Wait a minute! Whose money does the loss belong to? You have to reimburse me!" Jiang Cheng said sternly.

"Chengchengcheng, reimburse and reimburse! What a big deal!"

Seeing the inexplicable smile appearing on the corner of Qian Duo's mouth, Jiang Cheng felt more and more weird, always feeling that something was wrong.

Under Qian Duo's coercion and inducement, Jiang Cheng exchanged a million chips, and his heart was bleeding.

If he didn't reimburse him, he would put Qian Duo to sleep!