[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

The so-called entry inspection is nothing more than taking out the mobile phone, taking out the documents, and confiscating all metal and camera equipment.

But Ludwig didn't intend to be looted, because if the metal was confiscated, the earrings would have to be taken off, and she didn't feel safe after taking off the earrings.

Before the security guard spoke again, she tentatively said:

"One hundred pounds?"

The security guard narrowed his eyes and smiled inscrutablely:

"It's a little chick, girl, this is a casino, not a naive place like your school, where the security guards will only use their fists to tell you the rules of the casino... I can't just spend a hundred pounds casually. "

Ludwig: "So... £150?"

The security guard immediately moved out of the way: "The chip exchange counter is over there-hide your mobile phone, this is a casino, I will only use my fist to tell you that mobile phones are not allowed here."

Ludwig: "..."

At the counter sat an impassive woman with freckles eating chocolate.

Ludwig: "Exchange chips."

"Card, cash, or a prostitution license - fifty pounds in chips and a pound tip for a whole evening's full service."

The woman didn't even look at her, and took a bite of chocolate:

"Beforehand, I don't accept women with smaller breasts than me. It feels like a man when I do it."

Ludwig: "...ka."

The woman finally raised her indifferent eyes, and swept across her chest in disgust:

"How much?"

Ludwig resisted the urge to cover his chest: "...take as much as you have, and exchange as much as you take."

Underground casino.

A luxurious underground world, a woman wearing a top-notch brand, laughing wildly, and a handsome boy, a man who doesn't know what money is.

There are also young croupiers who are smiling, as if they can't see winning or losing, but are in control of the overall situation.

...Is this all funny?

Ludwig carried a black bag containing a hundred thousand pounds in chips, and walked through the old gambling tables. Men and women smoked pipes indiscriminately, shouting loudly, crying bitterly, holding hands His cigars were smashed on the gaming table with a stool.

Greasy hair, I don't know how many days and nights I have won or lost in the casino.

The gorgeous woman in red stockings and blood-colored lipstick gently put her hand on the man who had lost only one pair of pants, and smiled slightly:

"Sir, do you want the final payment?"

……

Ludwig looked at her target for tonight from the corner of a few gaming tables.

Block B, Atum.

He was just a boy in his twenties, wearing a brown British vest and a brown plaid beret, sitting calmly among a group of uncles.

People were crying or laughing, but with only the cigarette in his hand, he placed a small amount, and then in less than 2 minutes, he got back the doubled bet and bet together with the capital.

Ludwig seemed to be looking for a gambling table, but in the few minutes he was observing him, his capital had increased seventeen times.

Men gathered around him, cheering with every bet he made.

Women offered wine and lips and asked him for tips.

And he never refuses, kissing those women's gestures is like giving grace.

Ludwig walked to a gaming table next to him, and slapped the book in his hand on the gaming table.

——Of course you can’t go directly to him, that’s simply saying, I’m here for you.

No matter how Sergeant Edgar emphasized that Atum was just a rookie who made up the numbers, Ludwig still firmly believed that it was impossible for a pig to be sent to track down such a large drug dealing case, no matter how stupid he was.

With the sound of her throwing the book heavily, everyone at the gaming table, including the men at Yatum's table, all looked over.

A black man with extremely complex braids, who looked like a banker, frowned displeasedly:

"Girl, this is not the place for you."

Ludwig smiled slightly and crossed his arms: "Uncle, this is not your business."

She was leaning against the gaming table, her ankle-length black shirt was slightly pulled down and hung loosely on her shoulders, revealing half of a colorful handmade sling.

There is not much exposure, even in school, it will not be too much.

But, it just makes people feel that she is tempting.

Apparently the black man with the most say at the gambling table, looked at the little snow-white skin exposed under her clothes, his eyes darkened:

"Tom, deal her the cards."

He said lightly to Ludwig: "Girl, how much do you want to bet?"

Ludwig leaned his elbows on the table, leaned over, and his collar slipped down an inch.

"That depends on how much you bet."

The black man's eyes were heavy: "One thousand pounds a game... dare to bet?"

Ludwig frowned: "So small?"

This is the truth... I can't help it, I've watched "The King of Thousand Kings" too much, and I just think that the casino bigwigs are all casually handing out millions of dollars, but when I meet a guy with ten thousand and one rounds, my psychology is a little bit off. Inevitably.

But it's normal, this is not Las Vegas, nor Macau... This is just a small casino in London's red light district.

It is estimated that the big criminal gangs chose this place for negotiation because of their small size and lax supervision.

She smiled slightly, took out a stack of red, red, blue and blue chips from her shirt, and flung them on the table.

"Since you only bet one thousand...then I will bet ten thousand."

The small casino that had never been seen in the market was boiling, and many people followed and gathered around their gaming tables to watch.

Ludwig didn't even look at Atum, her target - because she knew he had already looked.

It doesn't take much, she doesn't have the charm that a man can't forget, just take a look and let him notice that she went to another gambling table first.

The black man held a cigarette in his mouth, and his black snake-bone braids were too dark to shine under the light.

He stared at Ludwig for a while, then said to the croupier, "Tom, deal the cards."

The croupier nodded, his dexterous fingers seemed to be playing cards out of hand.

"Winner, winner—good luck."

The croupier said, and quickly dealt the cards in front of five people at the table.

"Hit, stand, or double?"

Ludwig didn't even think about it: "Ask for a card."

In fact, she had calculated it in her heart, but it was done very quickly.

Friends who lived on the same street as her, besides the philosopher Li Sanque, also had a girl who was jokingly called "Li Jinjin" by their childhood friends.

Anything related to money, stocks, gambling, arbitrage, she can't do anything.

What did she say when she taught her to play blackjack?

2 to 6 are +1, 7 to 9 are 0, 10, J, Q, K, J are -1, when playing, it's all about probability - no fancy formulas, gamblers, just regression The most primitive addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

Now, she has a Queen and a 6 on the table, for a total of 16, a not-so-good number, and with one more card, it could easily exceed 21.

She has calculated the turnover number, it is +20, and the dealer's open card is 4, so, if she continues to ask for cards, the probability of the dealer's bust is... 40.00% six? 40.00% Two? 30.00% Seven?

Well, she can't figure it out.

But... Ludwig thought without pressure, she is a woman who will study literature in the future, it is normal if she is not sure, knowing that the probability is less than 50.00% is enough.

All she wants is to lose.

The dealer glanced at her indifferently, and dealt the cards again.

Then... Ludwig lost all the chips on the table.

Ludwig watched the chips on the table being taken away by the dealer, and felt... inexplicably excited.

It seems that the blood in the whole body is burning and boiling... Regardless of winning or losing, they are all clamoring.

It's too smooth sailing, what's there to do?Putting money in the bank and getting a little interest is better than keeping it at home, at least there is a risk of being stolen. A game between the thief and the owner will not be so...boring.

What she likes is the ups and downs of going out of the house in an instant - although the money is not hers, it does not prevent her from feeling the ups and downs.

The dealer smiled:

"Miss, do you want to place a bet?"

The men around started booing: "Go on! Go on! If you don't go down, take off your stockings!"

Ludwig smiled, as if she wasn't the one who lost the money just now, and under the fixed gaze of the black man with black braids, he threw out another pile of chips:

"Another ten thousand."

……

In every game, the man with black braids won almost every time. Correspondingly, Ludwig has been losing money steadily from beginning to end.

No matter how many times she lost, Ludwig's expression was always smiling. She leaned over and half leaned on the gaming table, as if she was playing snooker. There was no panic in her gestures.

She held a black sleeve with one hand, revealing a part of her white arm, hanging casually on the green wool felt of the gaming table, exuding a noble and sexy look.

Ludwig's betting chips became less and less, at first it decreased by one thousand each time, and then it became five thousand... There are more and more people around her, and every time she loses money, it will cause a lot of excitement around her. , more enthusiastic cheers.

...What is the mentality of this group of people.

It was until a certain time that Ludwig had been watching closely at another table, and there was a change.

At the table in Atum, a man yelled: "Fuck, I must fuck you! Oh, hell, you're Blackjack again!"

She finally spread her hands, expressing that she did not want to continue.

The man with black braids crossed his legs and smiled:

"Have you lost it all? It doesn't matter, miss. Next game, I'll bet twenty thousand pounds on your clothes. It's like this every game-when your clothes and your trousers are naked, you can go back Ben."

Ludwig bent down, looked at him, and shook his index finger:

"It's a good idea, but I don't like you - although I don't discriminate against black people, I don't like black skin, because this color always makes me think you haven't been bathed since birth."

At this time, she had lost only [-] pounds.

It's a bit big... but fortunately, before she lost the trousers of all the police officers in Scotland Yard, the time she was waiting for finally came.

She took back the rest of the chips on the table, and came to Atum's table... Behind her, the tall black man who planned to use [-] pounds to support her with a full set of clothes, stared at her resentfully.

resentment?It's really inexplicable.

She pretended not to notice, pointed at the edge of the table, and turned half a circle.

"I heard someone calling Jack... Tell me, last game, who was BlackJack here?"

Blackjack is a possibility in the blackjack game. If the light and dark cards are a point and a ten, it is called blackjack, and you can get double the bet.

A very down-and-out uncle pointed at Yatum and laughed:

"Hey, BlackJack, there's a beautiful woman looking for you - Atum has been Blackjack four times in one night, what a shit, and now there is such a decent woman coming to him - it's not as good as shit."

Yatum tilted his head, looked at Ludwig for two seconds with gray-blue eyes, smiled slightly while smoking a cigar.

"If you ask me to borrow someone, I have it, but if you ask me to borrow money, I will not accompany you."

His eyes were hidden under the brim of a brown hat, and his not-so-handsome face was full of charm because of this smile.

"I don't borrow either."

Ludwig leaned over, looked down at Atum's face from top to bottom, and pinched the cigarette from his mouth with two fingers:

"I'm just here to take some luck with Blackjack - look at the small chips on your table, this is not a number that a man should bet on."

It was the second time Atum had blackjack since she was in the casino.

If she went straight to Atum after entering the casino, it would be too obvious. If she approached Atum when he got the blackjack card for the first time, she still couldn't escape suspicion.

So now, here she is.

She wasn't looking for him, she was looking for Blackjack.

Waiting for Atum to become Blackjack was really hard... Although she roughly calculated the probability of the cards every time and knew how much she would lose, she still almost failed to keep the last ten thousand pounds.

Now, behind her is room 2046.

She didn't block it completely - that's the least sure thing to do.

The best thing to do is to keep Atum's eyes on her all the time.

However, she is not beautiful enough, in order to firmly attract the attention of men, she has no choice but to make trouble.

Ludwig swept aside the chips on the table in disdain, straightened up, and looked provocatively:

"A game of one hundred pounds? Don't be kidding, sir, I will offer you ten thousand pounds. If you lose, I will be counted. If you win, we will split half points. Anyway, I have never won. You can't lose worse than me... ..."

Fearing that those people who have been in the casino drug market for a long time will suspect her of doing something small, Ludwig's hand has been kept in a conspicuous place.

At this moment, she stretched out an index finger, tapped the table in front of Yatum, and placed it on the pile of chips with disdain:

"How? You only need to win once, and the money you get is more than if you win a few nights."

Atum's eyes gradually froze.

——Very well, he focused on her.

Two 10 minutes, right?So, start counting.

Ludwig smiled slightly, and before Atum spoke, he threw all the remaining chips in his pocket in front of Atum:

"I can tell by the look on your face that you agree. Smart people don't refuse pies that fall from the sky... don't you, Black Jack?"