In the men's restroom of the Paradise Hall, the smooth white and gold tiles reflect the expensive paintings by famous artists on the walls. Many gamblers stood in front of the urinals to relax and couldn't help but look up at the plump breasts and fat buttocks on these paintings.
With her breasts half exposed and her face half-hidden while holding a pipa, she was fascinated by the beautiful scenery.
Lin Nian pushed open the door and walked into the men's room. When he came to the vacant urinal, two middle-aged gamblers on the left and right who were admiring paintings held cigars in their mouths and raised their eyebrows. They looked down and then immediately tightened their expressions.
Guilty, he held up his pants and leaned against the urinal next to him.
Looking up at the picture frame hanging on the wall, Lin Nian paused slightly because he inadvertently saw a different color.
Among most of the paintings that are full of sexual hints and beautiful metaphors, there is occasionally a serious oil painting. It is a long painting hanging on the top floor. In the dim and dark sky, holy angels with bright faces rise from the clouds.
He descended to earth from the gushing gate of light, holding a scorching holy spear to kill the roaring demons in the world. The corpses piled up into a mountain peak that reached directly to the gate of heaven.
The interlacing of light and dark, the ambiguity of black and white and gray made it difficult for Lin Nian to distinguish the difference between angels and demons in the painting.
"They all have the same origin."
When Lin Nian was looking at the oil painting quietly, someone beside him made a sound. Lin Nian finally came back to his senses and looked sideways. Unexpectedly, a young man wearing a black feather fabric stood beside him.
The position... is not so much a man, but looking at the face, he looks more like a young boy. He has a very delicate face, his skin is so white that it reminds people of the sun falling on the warm suet, and his eyebrows are more gentle.
Like a girl, her eyes are filled with water and little ripples.
A boy who looked as clean as a morning in Tokyo was Lin Nian's first impression.
"This is a work by the master Gustave Doré. This is my favorite work in the illustration collection of "Paradise Lost"." The boy looked up at the oil painting with some fascination.
Lin Nian leaned back and looked around. The urinals next to the two of them were empty. The gamblers who were closest to them for convenience were staying away from the two of them, as if they were afraid of being hit. Only then did he confirm
This boy is talking to himself.
A waiter at the Paradise Hall?
There is no shortage of gamblers with unique tastes in the Paradise Hall, and the casino that claims to satisfy all wishes will naturally provide these gamblers with delicacies that suit their appetites. But after Lin Nian took a closer look at the boy, he felt that this was not the case. His intuition told him that this was not the case.
He does not belong here. He is not a waiter or a gambler. Instead, he is more like a thin cherry blossom floating on the gurgling stream. Passing by here, he is insignificant but attracts people to stop and look at him.
"You said they have the same origin, what do you mean?" Lin Nian continued.
"The same origin means born from the same womb." The boy said: "Satan in hell is originally a fallen angel from Jehovah. He is the head of the angels under God. He then descended to earth and fell into hell to give birth to devils. Devils have a relationship with angels.
There is a difference between good and evil, right and wrong, but after all, they all have the same origin and are all children of God. They hate and they fight, but they are all children of God. They betray and they hate, but they are still children of God."
"There should be more paintings like this hanging here instead of other erotic works." Lin Nian nodded.
"Do you like this painting too?" The boy turned his head and showed a clean smile.
"Probably." Lin Nian returned the same smile.
"Then I think you should know the background story of this painting." The boy turned his head back to look at the oil painting with a slight smile: "The exiled Satan is dormant in hell on earth. He has spent thousands of years looking for his fangs and sharp edges.
Teeth, with blazing fire and long-lasting anger, opened the door of heaven to avenge God - destruction did not fall from the sky, but rose from the ground. Because the blood of the same origin destined their connection, no matter how far they go,
They all know where home is, and eventually they will all return home, holding the god-killing sword in their hands."
Lin Nian, who was staring blankly at the oil painting, was digesting the story. He suddenly noticed that the other party seemed to be metaphorizing something. But when he turned around and wanted to say something to the boy again, he found that the other party was silently blowing away like smoke.
He left, leaving only the swinging door not far away and his back that could be seen walking further and further through the gap.
What a... weirdo.
Lin Nian didn't think about it.
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When Lin Nian returned to the casino hall, he found a large group of people gathered around the odd and even gaming tables. Everyone was rushing to squeeze into the gaming tables. It reminded people of the large shopping scene on Black Friday. The crowds
, noisy, extremely excited.
Lin Nian waved his hands and walked over, and was indeed blocked from the crowd. He tried to squeeze in, but the final result made him very helpless. He could only bring a chair and step on it to use his feet to observe what was going on inside.
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The heavy black gold chips were piled like a hill on the edge of the gambling table. No one dared to stand next to Okubo Ryoichi. The gamblers respected him like a believer who worships their god. He folded his hands and lined his chin and looked at the field silently.
The playing cards were sent to the center of the gaming table again and again, and were revealed again and again, without any movement, as silent as a statue.
However, no one of the gamblers present dared to treat this man with a huge sum of 2 billion in front of him as a simple spectator. Just five minutes ago, this man dropped a chip worth 200 million yen and entered it into a pool that no one dared to touch.
Among the 'Red Ghosts', he successfully increased his low gold by ten times, and two hundred black gold chips were placed in front of him.
The second time, this is the second time this man has hit the 'Red Ghost'. Tonight, this man only bet twice from beginning to end. The principal of only 20 million yen was successfully doubled in these two bets.
When it reaches two billion, winning or losing is a hundred times greater, a victory or defeat that is enough to drive people crazy.
However, now, this man did not stop, but still sat at the gambling table and waited.
No one could guess what this man was waiting for. Their breathing was as fast as an asthmatic patient having an asthma attack. When they looked at the cards on the gambling table, they were so excited that the person who was about to place the bet was not that man but themselves.
Generally the heart is trembling.
It had been 10 rounds since the man hit the last red card. The female dealer dealt the cards in fear. Every time she took the cards out of the dealer, her delicate white hands were visibly shaking because she realized
What is happening on this gambling table is no longer a simple gambling game.
If it is a normal gambling game and a guest wins a huge sum of two billion, the casino will be happy and celebrate it, treat the guest as a living sign, and use overwhelming advertising to promote the greatness of this lucky guy in the casino.
But now Ryoichi is not the kind of gambler who comes for money. Anyone with a discerning eye can see and know that this man cheated. He bet the "Red Ghost" twice in a row and paid ten, and both times he paid the full amount.
Stud, this is a blatant challenge to the authority of the Paradise Hall.
Now Ryoichi is preparing to make a third move, doubling the 2 billion in his hand to 20 billion.
"Guest...Guest, I'm just an ordinary dealer, can you...please let me go." The female dealer was about to collapse under the pressure, and every gambler stared at her like a wolf.
She dealt the cards, and it didn't matter whether they won or lost any round before Ryoichi came out. They just wanted to wait for Ryoichi to make a move, and then they followed.
No one cares about how Ryoichi cheated. They only know that the background of the Kukakukan is very powerful. If it can fulfill such a terrible promise as a 'wish', the Kukakukan must have a huge financial background, which also means that this casino cannot
No matter how much they bet, the moment the 'Red Ghost' is revealed by the female dealer, they are the biggest winners tonight.
Tonight, Okubo Ryoichi is the god of all gamblers. They crawl at Ryoichi's feet and pray for guidance on a path to their desires.
"Deal the cards." Ryoichi did not sympathize with the female dealer's begging for mercy. His face was as cold as a dead person, and his eyes were staring at the playing cards on the gaming table in a numb and creepy way.
I let go of the Paradise Pavilion, so who will let me go?
So the gambling game continued. After Lin Nian hit the first red ghost, twenty-five rounds had passed. Ryoichi accurately hit the second red ghost in the twelfth round, and now, the distance between the third red ghost and
There are less than two games left to appear.
Game twenty-eight.
The female dealer moved the playing cards in the dealer to the center of the gambling table. At the same time, two hundred black gold chips were slowly pushed out by a pair of hands. The heartbeats of all the gamblers reached the highest speed and reached their necks, and a wave of smoke filled their ears.
Unnaturally flushed, they gasped and stared at the slowly moving black gold chips. When the chips completely fell into the 'red ghost' zone, the frenzy of chips broke out.
Like a mountain peak toppling, like a vast ocean pouring in, the essence of desire poured down. Countless chips poured down like a flood at this moment. Two billion? No, the stakes on the gambling table at this moment reached an unprecedented level.
..One hundred billion.
The shadow of the towering chip mountain shrouded the entire gambling table. For fear of missing other areas, gamblers climbed onto the gaming table and carefully gathered all the chips high. Ryoichi sat at the gaming table and lit some for himself.
I lit up a cigarette and looked up at the towering Tower of Babel on the gambling table. The golden light sprinkled from the top was as mouth-watering as jade dew and nectar. The light and shadow divided the face of the man at the table who wanted to kill the gods into light and dark dusk.
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It was at this time that when a group of gamblers crowded onto the table, a red mandala quietly bloomed beside him.
The gentle woman pressed close to Liang Yi's legs, and he smelled the fragrance of flowers and tea. The female manager in black knelt on the ground and raised her body with a smile like a flower: "Can I invite you to sit in the VIP room? I am the manager here.