bustling city

The roulette wheel was spinning amidst the cacophony of gamblers.

Zhou Jin's eyes were only fixed on one person, watching him place bets and every detail of his actions.

Yan Jun told him that this person was the trustee of the casino and was specially sent to "assassinate" the Red Knight.

This game was not done by Yan Jun - they don't believe him anymore - they can only get some information that is not true or false, and it is hard to guarantee that the casino deliberately released the rumors to catch Yan Jun's accomplices.

But those who want to lure the snake out of the cave will always place a piece of real meat at the entrance of the cave.

As long as it is meat, even if it is poisoned, Zhou Jin and Yan Jun dare to swallow it.

This is a real gamble, the chip is not the 50.00 million dollars on the table, but the [-]% possibility of knocking down the opponent before dying in a duel.

Countless hands are throwing chips into the betting area, and countless people are following the trend of the ivory ball rolling, betting their desires and dreams into various fates.

Zhou Jin stared at every change on the roulette wheel, estimated the center of gravity of the ivory ball, and the people around him kept betting, but he was still looking for the right time, filtering every conceivable strategy in his mind—— What he wants to bet is that he can spot the "bait" prepared for him.

Roulette is the easiest gambling method, but also the most difficult to break.

No wonder those people picked this to end the legend of the Red Knight.

Yan Jun sorted his clothes and walked into the room on the top floor that was never open to the public.

It was empty inside, and someone was waiting for him.

On the same floor, in the next room, this person had accompanied him to watch Zhou Jin's first gambling game that caught people's attention.

In front of them, Zhou Jin perfectly dismantled Doroer's situation.

At the reception that night, the man told Yan Jun, I hope you really made a mistake, not something else.

——No one knew at the time that he was the leader of the gang.

"If you tell me whether the Red Knight belongs to you or not, I can probably save you the trouble of today."

said the man.

"He's targeting all of us, and you've seen that for a long time, and you don't want to believe it."

Yan Jun reiterated.

The man shrugged and picked up his revolver.

"There's roulette out there," he said, "whether the red knight is one of yours or not, he's lost today.

I'm actually less concerned with your answer - now I'm more interested in how this round of roulette between the two of us will end. "

He opened the magazine and showed Yan Jun a bullet inside: "The rules are very old-fashioned, twenty rounds, see if you can use your life to play some new tricks."

The speed of the roulette gradually slowed down.

Zhou Jin had two choices in mind.

He saw the "bait" that tempted him to take the bait, and at the same time, he also saw a flaw.

Because they manipulated the center of gravity of the ivory ball, which was originally intended to be used for tricks, but if there is a one in ten thousand possibility that the trick fails, the ball will stop exactly on 14.

And it will only be 14.

Betting on a single number, if you win, means you can win back 35 times the bet.

The people at the casino fell short.

The probability of this is very small, but it does exist.

Do you want to take a risk?Zhou Jin weighed quickly in his heart, and almost by inertia, he crossed the sea of ​​people and looked out of the field.

It was empty in front of my eyes, and there was no familiar person standing in a familiar position.

Zhou Jin suddenly realized that the lighthouse was no longer there, and when the night was thickest, he had to walk down by himself on the last channel of heavy rain and sea waves.

To save his lighthouse.

Thinking of Yan Jun, Zhou Jin thought that taking risks always seemed to bring him good luck.

The first time he ventured to believe in Yan Jun, he used the ominous life of this "son of Satan" to experience the sincere and clean happiness beyond the dirty glitz of this world; the second time he ventured to win the 30 Outside the "wall" that represented shame, he kissed the man he loved.

Even superstitious? ——He also recognized the superstition.

The roulette spins slower and slower.

Gamblers have already bet away.

Everyone is looking at him.

Zhou Jin laughed, feeling that he had made up his mind to die, betting all 14 million on the number [-].

The roulette slowly stopped.

"Round four."

On the top floor, the man turned the revolver again, aiming at Yan Jun: "Good luck."

He said.

Yan Jun closed his eyes, described Zhou Jin's appearance in his heart, and then said to him in a gentle tone: "Don't be afraid, I wish you good luck."

The man pulls the trigger.

Gunshots sounded.

There were two things in that day, when Zhou Jin walked through the streets and alleys of Mephisto with Shia and escaped from the city, Zhou Jin kept reminiscing.

Then every time he thinks about that day, it seems that this scene is the only thing he can remember.

The first thing, is before you start playing roulette.

There are many people in the hall.

Roulette is such an exciting thing, and one of the players is the red knight, everyone wants to see it.

The noisy voices became a buzzing sound, and Zhou Jin seemed to stay out of it.

Until he saw Yan Jun.

Yan Jun was dressed in a black suit and walked in alone. Zhou Jin was sure that even though there was a sea of ​​people apart, Yan Jun must have seen him at the first sight.

His gaze and pace didn't stop, and he quickly walked in another direction. Zhou Jin followed his figure with his eyes. After an unknown amount of time, Yan Jun suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

Yan Jun pursed his lips and smiled at him, putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers, just like when he first met, but it was different from that time, his eyes were warm today, he trusted him wholeheartedly, and he was also different from then. Similarly, Zhou Jin did not run away in a panic.

That was the last look.

In Zhou Jin's world, he was the only one left at that moment.

The second was the night they confessed their plans.

Yan Jun and Zhou Jin hugged each other on the bed, sharing a pair of earphones, which played the old song.

Zhou Jin now knows that it is a love song.

It was dark all around, and they didn't speak, but they didn't feel sleepy.

Later, Yan Jun said, didn't you want to know the principle of the silver coin game that day, and I can teach you today.

He talked a lot of lengthy theories, probably about probability, Zhou Jin could only understand part of it, but he listened very carefully.

In the end, Yan Jun said, you must be stronger than me. One day, you have to think that this little trick is actually very simple, and then you will find that I am not invincible or irreplaceable.

Zhou Jin nodded calmly.

"I really want to see the Alps."

Yan Jun sighed.

He drank too much, experienced the ruin of his soul, did uncharitable work, walked through purgatory, was tortured, and was cast out of the world of light, and yet he still had a strange faith in holy hope, as if the world never hurt. Past him, as if he had never been bloodied.

This is the man I love, Zhou Jin thought.

Parting is the smell of gasoline, mixed with the bustling crowd, not romantic at all.

Zhou Jin later lived in Interlaken, the house is facing the Jungfrau.

On the contrary, he has never been to Lausanne, he has never seen the usual slopes, and he has never been to the snow-capped mountains by himself.

He installed a floor-to-ceiling window in the living room of his new home, in the same location as the previous small building.

The green radishes grew wildly outside the window, and soon I couldn't see the outside.

Looking out of the window of the small building, you can see Yan Jun's living room.

And the underground training room where they have been together for the longest time.

"But after trimming the plants, the view from the current window is also good."

Zhou Jin told me.

His tone is brisk.

I'm still afraid to ask my question.

I thought I was just enjoying the process, but now I find that the closer the story is to the end, the less courage I have.

As night fell, I grabbed my bag and almost fled.

The door of the shop opened.

The first to rush in was a dog.

It is about the same height as a person when squatting down, with meteorite-like patterns, and looks particularly intelligent.

The dog was not afraid of people, so when he came in, he jumped at Zhou Jin excitedly to play around, and then he came over to "study" me intimately.

I seem to feel something in my heart.

Then, a man came in from outside.

Thin, wearing a T-shirt, with a straight figure and a friendly face.

Zhou Jin went up to hold his hand, with a joyful smile.

"There are still guests?" He asked, stretching out his hand to put a slight hug on Zhou Jin's shoulder.

Just let go, and I found a very hideous scar on his arm, like a gunshot wound.

"The regular customers of these two days, because of the rain, they couldn't leave, so they stayed here."

Zhou Jin answered him.

The man smiled at me and agreed, "It's better to be careful.

The road is really difficult to drive recently, and Edie almost got motion sickness when going there. "

Zhou Jin laughed and stroked the dog's head.

He pulled the man over and said to me: "Let me introduce, this is Yan County."

-The End-

- Written at the end - This article is very special, I think it may be a gift from an angel.

At the beginning, I just watched a clip on station b ("Yuying" by Auntie Triplets-, if you are curious, you can watch it), I thought it was a good idea, and I just wanted to write an ordinary short story to practice my hands .

From asking the editor’s wife about creative authorization, to naming the characters, to designing the plot, in fact, I have never paid much attention to this article, and I have no idea in my heart. I feel that I have no gambling experience, and I can’t grasp it. When it comes to the style of this kind of article, nine times out of ten it will be cool in the end.

Until that afternoon when I heard the song "Red Knight" and the phrase "I am the ideal in your blade, and the battle robe you hunt alone", then the picture of the bustling crowd separated by Ajin and Yanjun appeared in my mind. In the scene of quietly looking at each other, Chapter 1 was coded out in this way, and then one chapter after another, the full text was written in just half a month.

To be honest (although I am a bit immodest), except for the last two chapters, the rest of the whole article has not changed a single word, because the effect of the first draft is so good that even I am surprised.

After writing "Confession", I have written three brain holes in 2018 and 2019. I was full of ambition when I started the hole. In the end, I have written more than 5, but I have put it on hold indefinitely because I can't continue Readers who have accompanied me here on other platforms may know).

Before "Prosperous City" came out, I had already begun to suspect that I might not be able to write any more works, and I was really terrified.

Yan Jun and Zhou Jin’s indomitable progress not only broke their game, but also helped me break the mold and find my own writing tone again. I am really relieved after writing the last chapter~ By the way, I will also secretly confess my love here idol, he is really a muse to me.

Although due to my profession, there are quite a lot of opportunities to come into contact with this gorgeous and exquisite style of foreign literature, but I have never tried to use it in my own works, so this article is similar to "Confessions", "Metaphysics Tree" has a big gap in style.

I really want to know what everyone thinks about this style of writing. I hope that I can chat with the little angels casually about this topic, so that when I open a new pit, I may have a better grasp of this style.

I am very nagging at the end of each article, talking about a lot of things. All in all, the prosperous city is an output that I cherish very much. No matter whether I will write more mature works in the future, its existence is already Out of this world.

I hope everyone will like it and appreciate its goodness.

In the future, there will be three episodes that will be dropped from time to time, but as of now, I just want to say goodbye to Yan Ge Ajin solemnly.

By the way, the next pit opening ABO, the setting has been completed, let me save the manuscript, and I will start updating it next week~ and "Metaphysics Tree" is still the focus of my current writing, and I will try my best to keep it updated every day.

Daga, see you in the next post!