If a person wants to live in another world, it is not as simple as imagined.

Zhu Hua stood at the door of a building, looking at the brilliant neon, thoughtful. It was a strange world, with completely alien humans (thankfully, they were all human, which was a blessing in disguise), and they were using a language and writing that she couldn't understand at all. This world, this human society, obviously has rules that she knows nothing about at the moment, and it operates steadily according to this rule.

She is a complete stranger to the world. No one should question her origins at the moment, but if you want to survive in this world, or in other words, the most important thing at the moment is to find a place to eat and live, and find a place to live where you can learn the local language and understand the local environment. Just walking down the street and looking around like this obviously won't work. She had to find a way to crack it.

The use of force is clearly the way forward. Because as of now, although she knows that the scientific and technological level of this world is high, she does not know the strength of the people in this world. While Warlocks have always prided themselves on their magical powers, they have also come into contact with many worlds and know that there are many intelligent beings from other worlds with supernatural abilities. It is normal to say that the human beings of this world have some kind of power that she does not understand. Not to mention that this is a whole society, as far as she can see, it is a population of at least half a million people. Not to mention that these are all human beings, even 500,000 bugs are very dangerous for her alone.

We can't continue to maintain a posture of "watching from a distance" like this. She can and must find a breakthrough.

Under the glittering neon lights, she saw a man. The man was wearing an open black outfit with the lower end of the dress pulled up to her thighs, she didn't know that this kind of dress was called a "trench coat", but the other party was alone, which aroused her interest.

Everyone else came and went, and no one stopped or gave the lone man a second look. However, many people looked at her a few more times, and many of them smiled at her. She didn't know what it meant, so she could only pretend she didn't see it.

This lone man is a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body, which is up to the standard of a "fat man". However, his face was sallow, expressionless, and his demeanor was stiff, and if the surrounding light was dim, he would probably be mistaken for a corpse manipulated by a warlock. Next to him was a garbage can (Zhu Hua already knew that it was a garbage can, something that people in this world used to hold waste, because many people threw garbage inside), and he was pacing back and forth with that zombie-like pace. It's not clear if he's anxiously waiting for someone, or if he's thinking about something that is difficult to decide.

A man and a woman walked out of a building not far away and passed by the fat man. The man pointed to the fat man and whispered a few words in his female companion's ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but the female companion immediately hid her face and laughed. The two men walked past the fat man, leaving only a few contemptuous glances. But the fat man didn't notice anything, just continued to pace.

Zhu Hua approached, and she smelled the smell of alcohol. Warlocks may not have a wine culture, but they are no strangers to alcohol. So it is clear that this kind of thing stimulates the brain and blood circulation and affects the person's thinking.

With this expression, this action, it can be confirmed that this person should be in a state of confusion at the moment. Moreover, he was alone and had no companions.

"What are you doing here?"

An abrupt voice sounded in the fat man's head. Stimulated by the alcohol, and under the many blows that had come before, he didn't even notice that the sound was not heard in his ears, but directly into his brain. He turned his head and saw a strange, but beautiful, young girl walking up to him.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably stare at such a little beauty a few more times. However, where is the fat man still in the mood to deal with these ubiquitous warblers on the streets of Macao? In fact, there are really too many such girls on the streets of Macao. Generally speaking, if you are a single woman, without a male companion, and dress like an ordinary person (that is, neither like a local, nor like a dashing gambler or a traveler who has seen the world), then you dare not say 100%, 90% of the time.

To put it mildly, his mind was so occupied by one thought at the moment that he couldn't think about anything else at all. All he knew was that he had lost badly.

It's not an ordinary kind of small gambling and a happy loss, but a big failure in the real sense. He lost all the houses.

Many people may think that this situation is a bit incredible, the so-called small gambling pleasure. But in fact, gambling is not a game, but a complete demon. Since ancient times, I don't know how many people who think they are rational have lost themselves in front of this demon. The fat man is just one of the insignificant ones.

"Go, go," the fat man waved impatiently to chase the other away. His mind could no longer think normally, and when he looked up and saw the sign of the Venetian, he immediately made up his mind.

Finally, bet on him X. If you lose, jump into the sea!

In the extreme state, the gambler's thinking ability and self-control will drop to close to zero, or even negative. In that state of mind, there is only one goal in life, that is, to get money and continue to gamble! It should be said that fat people are already better than ordinary people. Because at this moment, he could still hesitate and think for so long before he was completely captured by the demon. Although in terms of the end result, it is actually not that different.

At this thought, his stiff movements seemed to be flexible again. In fact, there are many gamblers who have this kind of thought, and it is very common. This kind of person has a common name for "bad gambler". He rushed in at the door, but the little girl next to him, who was supposed to be a wandering warbler, came up and took his hand.

"I'm not interested today!" he said, wanting to shake it off, but found that he couldn't.

"What are you going to do?" the voice came straight into his head again. If you are a keen person, you will probably have noticed that something is wrong. However, as mentioned earlier, the current fat man's brain is not in a normal state, but out of a state of paranoia that borders on semi-madness. Coupled with the stimulation of a small amount of alcohol, now he can still tell whether the sound is heard by his ears or directly in his mind.

"Bo last hand!" he wanted to shake off again, but he couldn't, so he simply didn't shake it off. This woman is willing to follow him, so let her follow, what can she do anyway?

In his self-imagination, he stepped into the casino with the determination of a strong man to break his wrist and the heroism of the wind and the cold. However, in the eyes of others, he is just an ordinary one among countless gamblers.

Walk through the security gate and enter the gambling hall. The fat man was pulled by the strange woman beside him and froze in the hall for a while. The scene is impressive: it's really called a palatial look, look at the chandeliers, ceilings, floors, interior decoration. What is gorgeous is revealed at this moment. Even a warlock from another world was stunned for a moment. Of course, she didn't know that even by the standards of this world, this was the limit of extreme luxury. Because even the palace of the ancient emperor is not much better than the shack compared to here. The neon lights on the outside can only be described as brilliant, and the inside of this building ...... It embodies the artistic and technological crystallization of an entire civilization that she is not familiar with.

The level of science and technology in this world, as well as the accumulation of wealth, is far higher than imagined.

The fat man was groggy. He had a problem with his own mental state, how could he resist the power of the warlock?After exchanging the chips, he sat down in front of a slot machine.

Then, as all bad gamblers will encounter, the first thing to do is a series of losses, and the fart is not hit. But as those bad gamblers do, he cursed incoherently, but he didn't move his ass.

"What is this thing?" the voice in his head asked again.

The fat man glanced at the woman beside him. Although this woman is also black-haired and black-eyed, there are some features on her face that indicate that she should be a half-race - if not a half-blood, at least a quarter or eighth. Could it be that this girl is from a ravine? I don't even know this? You must know that the slot machine in the world, no matter where it is, is actually not much different.

But perhaps it was the repeated defeats that needed to ease his emotions, so he stopped what he was doing and began to introduce the slot machine. Of course, this thing doesn't need much time to introduce. With normal intelligence, even if you have never seen it before, you can understand the rules of the slot machine in one minute. In fact, even if you don't need to be introduced, you can understand it after standing on the side and watching it for a while.

If you have to say, the casino does not provide a coin but a magnetic card with a recording function, after inserting the magnetic card into the card slot, the handle will deduct a certain amount of money from this card every time you pull it down, and if you win, the money will also be added to the magnetic card.

That is, if so...... So, then win?"

"That's right. The fat man said. This woman has been holding him to the death, and others almost think that the two of them are a couple. Although Zhu Hua didn't speak from beginning to end, he was the only one who spoke, and if someone looked closely, they could notice the strangeness. But others, including casino insiders, weren't funny enough to disturb a man's and a woman's whisper. At most, I only think that the woman's voice is very soft.

That's right, this man's typical middle-aged greasy man, this woman's young and beautiful. In other places, it is called flowers inserted in cow dung, which will attract everyone's attention. But in Macau, especially in casinos, it's all too common.

"Try again!" Zhu Hua said. When she walked on the road before, she didn't exactly look at it, but she was also trying. There are obviously no warlocks in this world, and no matter what level of power the people in this world have, at least they can't perceive the remnants of magical power. Because she deliberately left magical residues along the road, only to find that the passers-by were unaware. In other words, when it comes to supernatural abilities, she doesn't need to worry about others detecting her power.

The fat man groggily bet. This time, he bet an average share, 200 yuan, and the result was a hit. Just watch that number skyrocket, and finally freeze the frame. After the color was withdrawn, I looked at it, and it was more than 20,000 yuan.

Although the fat man was drowsy before, this fact seemed to be like a sobering agent, which suddenly stimulated him back from the previous state of confusion.

He looked at the woman next to him in confusion, then at the slot machine in front of him, and then at the surroundings. Then she looked at the woman next to her again. What did this woman do? Or is it all my hallucination?

"Again...... Try again?" he looked at the woman in front of him, confused and frightened.

The woman put a finger to her lips, made a silent gesture, and nodded.