MTL - My Future Diary Can’t Be Perfect-Chapter 4 listen to me, thank you~
Duan Yaojiu is a gambling master.
However, it is different from what many people imagine. The so-called gambling masters, to put it bluntly, are just tools used by real bigwigs to have fun.
It's like cricket fighting and cockfighting.
Like gladiators in the Colosseum.
He is the crickets and chickens raised by the big men, and then at the gambling table, like a gladiator, he bet his life and all his fortune.
However, Duan Yaojiu was not reconciled. He wants to change his destiny, he wants to make those big men who trample on his dignity, but who don't even have the awareness that they are trampling on his dignity, pay the price for despising him, trampling on him, insulting him, and ignoring him.
He has worked hard for many years.
He entered the business at the age of sixteen, and followed his master to all the major casinos. At that time, he swore that in 30 years Hedong, 30 years Hexi, don't bully the poor!
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye he is thirty years old.
With his own talent and the craftsmanship handed down by his master, he succeeded in making a name for himself in Taoism, so at that time he vowed again: Don't bully the middle-aged and poor!
Time is not forgiving, he is fifty years old.
This time, he felt a great panic, because he clearly felt the decline in energy. The originally flexible manual skills occasionally even made mistakes, and his memory began to deteriorate. All kinds of situations made him fear: because of his situation and three There was no difference at ten.
He was still a cricket.
And he is still an old cricket. Although he lives a seemingly luxurious life and has a twenty-year-old wife, his status has not changed in the slightest.
He looked at those big men calling for wind and rain.
Watching their heirs in high spirits.
Looking at them with respect on the surface, in fact, as long as they lose the bet, they will immediately turn their faces and ignore them, with superficial smiles and deep indifference.
He was not reconciled.
He wanted to be "them", to be those "big guys". He also wanted to call the wind and call the rain, he also wanted to trample on the dignity of others, and he also wanted that after hitting someone in the face, the other person would have to bring the other side of the face over and say "good fight" while showing a flattering smile.
Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, don't bully the old and the poor!
Finally, on the year of his 50th birthday, Duan Yaojiu got a chance, and a certain "secret association" sent him a media book of the ceremony.
【Murder Game】
Using the media book, Duan Yaojiu contacted the so-called "God of Murder", and that "God of Murder" designed an exquisite "murder plan" for him. As long as he could complete the murder according to the plan, he would See yourself as a believer and give yourself extraordinary powers.
Extraordinary!
Duan Yaojiu is not unfamiliar with this term, because among the big men he envied and envied, there were people who vanished from the world because they offended the extraordinary.
So he implemented the plan without hesitation.
He killed his wife and turned her into a "female ghost" in the game, and then carefully selected twelve elites from all walks of life.
After all, the more capable the murderer is, the more he will please the murderer after killing him.
Everything is so perfect.
However, just as he was preparing to show his grand plans, he was reborn with the help of this ceremony, bid farewell to the past, reborn in nirvana, and became a master from now on——
"I am your father!"
Duan Yaojiu felt that his dignity as a murderer had been insulted. However, in this game, he should be the one who insults people.
It feels bad.
Because it makes him feel....he hasn't changed a thing, that stinky cricket that anyone could step on when he was sixteen.
"...Damn!"
In a frenzy, Duan Yaojiu directly turned on the silence of all members.
The self-introduction session has been cancelled.
"Next, I will introduce the rules of the game..."
Draw cards.
Death Game.
Duan Yaojiu's eyes were fixed on No. 13 on the screen. There is always a chance, as long as the game continues, sooner or later, he will see this No. 13 draw a ghost card, and then howl miserably during the execution time, begging for mercy, but being ruthlessly rejected by himself.
But what he didn't expect was that this scene came so quickly.
"Shh!"
Immediately after the shuffling was over, Duan Yaojiu saw the number 13 on the screen with lightning speed, and accurately drew the ghost card before everyone else.
"Hahaha!"
Duan Yaojiu jumped up from the seat on the spot.
God willing! God's will!
Under the ecstasy, Duan Yaojiu didn't even care about the other players who drew cards, and directly announced the end of the first round: "Let's congratulate player No. 13! Although you look really handsome when you draw cards, your luck is really bad. , there is a 1 in 10 chance of being hit by you!"
"But to reward your courage."
"I can give you a chance to speak. Let you share your feelings. Is there nothing in this world worthy of your nostalgia?"
The clown speaks well.
But there is a strong bad taste between the lines, obviously just want to listen to the other party's mourning, let him beg for mercy and then cruelly reject him.
Microphone markers are restored.
Xun Xi can speak.
But what to say? Xun Xi thought for a while and felt that if it wasn't for this game organized by Duan Yaojiu, he might not have discovered the purpose of the diary right away. Without this ceremony, he would not necessarily be able to become an extraordinary person. And now that he is dying, what can I say to him?
He thought about it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com
Thinking of this, Xun Xi immediately clapped her hands, then turned on the microphone and sang softly: "Listen to me~Thank you~Because of you~The four seasons have been warmed..."
clown:"???"
The strange tune reverberated in all the players, including Duan Yaojiu's own room. It was obviously very nice, but it made everyone shudder. In a sense, his goal of creating an atmosphere of terror and despair has actually been achieved.
But Duan Yaojiu was very dissatisfied, because he was also infiltrated a bit.
"Can't stand the pressure, are you crazy? It's really bad luck." The clown scolded in a low voice, and decisively pressed the button, ready to enter the execution time.
However this time.... the murderer did not respond to him.
"what happened?"
The clown was very strange, and pressed the button a few more times, but the murderer still didn't respond, and the first perspective of execution that should have been opened did not appear.
"Thank you~Thank you~The world is more beautiful~"
"I want to thank you~Because of you~Love is always in my heart~"
"Thank you~Thank you~Pass on happiness~"
The inexplicable terrifying singing still echoed in the room, and the clown sat up suddenly for no reason. It didn't take long, however, for the execution footage to resume.
"...what are you doing?"
Seeing the familiar execution scene, the door with the number 13 hanging in front of me. The clown was relieved then, scolding himself that he cares for being messy, scaring himself, and then readjusting his mentality, intending to appreciate the monster's brutal killing of people during the execution time as planned.
Then -----
"Dong dong dong."
The Joker heard a knock on the door.
