Unable to confirm where the extra wound will be located?
Mike woke up, this was a trap.
He stared at Jihad's always smiling face and felt shuddering.
This bet could not continue, but he had no way to refuse.
Jihad once again shuffled the cards with one hand, something he seemed to be very good at doing.
"So third chance, go ahead, Mike Campino..."
Mike gritted his teeth and hesitated to reach out his hand.
"Who do you want to kill for the third time?"
"No, you are mistaken. Their death was just due to bad luck. If you want to blame someone, the card you just drew was the cause of their death."
Mike didn't believe his lies at all, and said angrily: "You liar, you will never be so kind. The cards you shuffled must have been cheated, and you will only let me draw 2-10 points."
Jihad snapped his fingers, as if praising Mike's judgment.
"You're half right. I really won't let you draw cards that are beneficial to them, but I didn't cheat."
"You are lying!"
"No...it's just that I can predict the result you will draw through probability calculation, just like...if I shuffle this deck of cards twice, you will draw one of the cards from J to A
, and if I wash it three times, the one you draw will be one of 2-10."
"Isn't this cheating?" Mike became even more angry.
Jihad smiled and shook his head: "As I said, I didn't cheat, I just could see the future. I didn't change any cards, and I didn't know how the cards in my hand were arranged. It was just because I caused a
Because, that’s why you have the result..."
Although Mike seemed to understand, he felt a chill.
He hesitated and said: "What kind of invisible magic did you cast?"
Jihad laughed: "Do you understand now? I am not only the seer of the second secret of the Wheel of Fortune, but my highest rank is the 'prophet' of the third secret of the Wheel of Fortune."
Prophet?
Mike seemed to understand. He froze on the spot and did not continue to question.
Jihad already has everything under control and doesn't care to reveal his abilities to Mike.
"Gamblers cannot control the outcome of the gamble. This is a risk, but a prophet can see the consequences caused by the cause, so this risk does not exist..."
After speaking, Jihad placed the cards that had been shuffled several times in front of Mike again.
"Then the person affected this third time is you, Mr. Mike Campino."
Mike was stunned for a moment, and there was a dull pain in his finger.
"Choose one. If you don't choose, I will choose for you."
Hearing this, cold sweat broke out on Mike's forehead.
He stared at the wound on his finger, which was scratched by the glass just now. Although it was very small, if he found one of the 2-10 points, there would be several more wounds on his body, just in case.
Did these wounds also appear on his heart?
Isn’t it a dead end?
He could no longer reach out to choose cards. The pile of cards seemed to be calling him.
Jihad seemed to be able to predict that Mike would not choose, so he sneered and drew a card for Mike.
"Wait a moment!"
Mike's scolding did not make Jihad stop his movements, but after the latter drew the card, he did not turn it over immediately, but put it into his pocket.
"I won't open this card rashly, you can rest assured, Mr. Mike."
Mike seemed to have all his strength taken away from him, and it was difficult for him to swallow his saliva.
His panic returned to his senses after a moment, and he glared at the man in front of him.
"I understand, are you threatening me?"
"Of course!" Jihad made no secret, "I asked you to come here because I hope to use your power to stabilize the emotions of those passengers."
"You know my invisible skills very well?" Mike was shocked again.
Jihad shook his head: "I don't understand, but I can see the causes and consequences of my achievements. My invisible skills let me understand that as long as I threaten your life, you can help me."
Control all the passengers on the ship so that they will not cause me huge trouble before arriving in Akkad."
I see……
Mike finally understood everything. His own "mundane" secret transmission could stabilize the emotions of the crowd so that they would not be turbulent and resistant to Jihad's kidnapping.
It's so scary. This is the first time in Mike's life that he has met such a scary guy.
According to what the other party said, if he can really see the effect through cause and effect, then he is a real "prophet". The future in front of him is like a prostitute who takes off all her clothes and can retain nothing.
How to deal with such an enemy?
Also, could the disappearance of Victor Damon be related to the guy in front of him?
Taking a breath of cold air, Mike stared closely at the place where Jihad had hidden the cards.
"Wanting to take away your life card? That would be a stupid plan, because no matter who it is, as long as you turn over that card, you have a chance of dying."
These words knocked away the only thought of resistance in Mike's mind. He gritted his teeth and clearly realized that he could only be at the mercy of the other party at the moment.
So how can we force him to cancel this bet?
Mike guessed there must be a way.
"Seeing everything in the future... This is your ability. So, why do you still put shackles on yourself to carry out the mission that happened more than two thousand years ago? Don't you long for freedom? What is the future you see?
What is it?"
This last question was not answered by Jihad amid the violent vibrations of the cruise ship.
And for the first time, Mike saw a shocked expression on Jihad's face.
The cruise ship was hit by something, causing the entire hull to tilt. Everyone on board slid to one side, and screams continued.
Two or three people fell into the sea. The moment before they entered the water, they discovered the dark shadow in the sea...
…
"Real life?"
Victor was lying on the hospital bed, recalling what the old man in the next bed said yesterday.
What the other party meant was that both the young Huang Yi and Victor in another world were all false. Perhaps they were a long dream within a dream after he was in a coma.
Although possible, this statement has not been proven.
Because it was too real, memory told Victor that none of it was fake.
After the sun rose, Victor tried to use his invisible skills, but he was unable to use the abilities of Secret Transmission 1, Secret Transmission 2 and 3.
This is a world without "magic", just like the world Huang Yi lived in in the past.
The old man next door saw him always saying something like "A, B, C, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Rengui" and kept making superstitious handprints on his hands. He felt that there was something wrong with this young man's brain.
At a certain moment, he couldn't bear it anymore, and the old man opened the curtain and asked him what he was doing.
"Learned some... little tricks." Victor explained.
The old man stared at him for a long time, and finally said: "You still think it's fake now? Are those in the dream real?"
Victor didn't answer, but his expression was a little embarrassed.
But in the end, he nodded.
"Yes, I think I am dreaming now, and you should be an illusion created in my dream, NPC. When my legs are healed, I have to go out and take a look. If I go farther away, there must be bugs.
