Every Friday night, the card meeting at Dale Moen's house was eagerly awaited by all who attended. The players have always been a handful of hand-picked people: Anzasti Film, George Film, a high-ranking consul of the Southern Fortress, and, of course, their hosts.

The stakes in this gamble are frighteningly high, the food is exceptionally beautiful, and the guests are all over the place.

Dale Moen was in his bedroom in a pair of delicate silk white pants and a loose sweatshirt, humming happily and thinking about the coming evening.

He's been in good luck lately, winning quite a few sparkling gold coins at the table.

In fact, I've had good luck in my life, he thought.

Few people know that Dale Moen actually started out as a lawyer in a small town near the Southern Fortress, and he didn't really have much talent in law, and the reason why he has today's status is nothing more than two very important conditions: he is attractive and flexible.

In contrast to the average lawyer, his credo, that the law was like a willow branch, could be distorted at will to suit the needs of his clients, and by sticking to this creed, his legal career flourished with some of his special clients soon after he had the opportunity to move into the Southern Fortress.

Dale Moen was extremely adept at progressing from dealing with misdemeanors and traffic accidents to dealing with felonies and capital crimes, and by the time he had made a name for himself, he had become a veteran of bribing juries, teasing witnesses, and bribing witnesses. In short, he and Anzasti Filin are in the same category, and they are a match made in heaven in the mafia.

As a result, Dale Moen became the exclusive defense attorney of the Filin family, and when the time came, Ansas made him the most powerful judge in the Southern Fortress.

This time, however, when Anzasti arrived, he brought a brand new guest.

"George Film, that guy won't be playing again," Ansasti announced, "and this Klimt Inspector is an old acquaintance of all of you. ”

Everyone politely shook hands with each other.

"Gentlemen, drinks are on the pantry," said Dale Moen, "and it's a late dinner to-day." Why don't we start with a few?"

Everyone sat around the table in the study as they had been, and Ansatti pointed to George's former position and said to Inspector Klimt, "Klimt, this is your seat from now on." ”

One of them opened a new card, which was a new Quint card that had recently become popular, and it was fun and fascinating, and Dale Moen began to hand out chips, explaining to the new Klimt Inspector: "Black represents hardware, red represents ten gold coins, blue represents fifty gold coins, and white one represents one hundred gold coins, and each person buys chips worth five hundred gold coins, and we bet on the table, which can be divided into three bets, at the discretion of the dealer." ”

Anzasti was in a bad mood: "Okay, let's get started." ”

His voice was extremely low, which did not bode well.

Dale Moen was curious to know what had happened to George, but he knew it would be better not to get involved - Anzas would have told him when the time was right.

Despite the good cards in his hand, Anzasti's mind was so confused that he was so confused that he played a card of Bard Dandrien with the following thoughts:

I treated that guy George Filmin like a father, I trusted him and promoted him to be my first deputy, and this bastard thing stabbed me in the fucking back, and if it weren't for the call from that dazed idiot woman, he might have succeeded.

Yes, yes, he can't run anymore. Since he is so shrewd, let him compete with those prisoners.

"Film, you don't bet?"

Ansati turned his attention back to the cards, and under his foreshadowing, there was a clear gap between winning and losing at the table, and like some players, Ansati was angry when he lost, but this was not because of money, but because of his natural unwillingness to lose - no matter what, he couldn't bear to lose at the hands of others.

Anzasti believes that he was born to be a winner, and only a winner can climb to his position in real life!

For the past six weeks, Dale Moen has somehow been lucky, but tonight, Ansasté is determined to make a comeback.

Today it is up to the bookmaker to decide how to play. However, no matter which trick he played, Anzasti found himself always losing. He began to increase the ante in a desperate attempt to get his place back, and by midnight, when they had taken a truce to eat the delicious supper that Andre had prepared, Anzasti had already lost a full fifty thousand gold coins, and Dale Morn was the biggest winner.

Even to the most discerning of eyes, the food can only be described as exquisite, and Anzasti usually appreciates the free supper, but tonight, he can't wait to get back to the table.

"You haven't eaten yet, Film. Dale Moen said.

"I'm not hungry. Ansati picked up the silver coffee pot beside him, filled a particularly delicate white porcelain cup with coffee, and sat down at the table. He watched the others eat and wished they could hurry.

There is no doubt that he is in a hurry to get his money back.

As he began to stir the coffee, he suddenly noticed that something seemed to be falling from him, and he looked at it carefully, as if it were plaster.

Anzasti looked up at the ceiling, and just then, something fell on his forehead.

Suddenly, he heard what seemed to be a running sound on the roof.

"What's on the roof?" Anzasti asked.

The sound of running became clearer and clearer, and the plaster began to spread on the table.

Dale Moen was telling Inspector Klimt an untold story when he asked, confused, "I'm sorry, what did you just say, Film?"

"You seem to have rats in your house. The consul said.

"That can't be. Dale Moen looked upset.

A piece of plaster falls onto the table.

"I'll show André in a moment," said Dale Moen, "and if everybody is done, let's move on." ”

As a great demon protector who had already attained transcendence, Ansas stared at a small hole in the ceiling directly above his head. "Wait a minute, let's go up and have a look. ”

"Why? Film, Andre could-"

Ansatti had already stood up and walked towards the stairs. The others exchanged glances with each other and hurriedly followed.

"Maybe a squirrel has run up to the attic. Dale Moen speculated, "At this time of year, they run around, perhaps to hide their nuts here for the winter." ”

He laughed at his humor.

When they reached the attic, Ansas pushed the door open, Dale Moen unleashed a simple light skill, and then they saw two white hamsters running around the attic.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Dale Moen, "what a mouse!"

Anzasti didn't even listen to what Pop was saying, he was staring into the room—in the middle of the attic, there was a camping folding chair with a plate of sandwiches and two cans of beer with open lids, and next to it was a glittering rune of the Eagle's Eye.

Ansati walked up to him, picked up the objects, examined them carefully, and then knelt on the dusty floor, removing a small wooden tube to reveal the peephole hidden underneath. Ansati looked down at the peephole, and the table came into view.

Dale Moen stood in the middle of the attic, dumbfounded: "Who the hell threw this here? I'll have to interrogate Andre. ”

Anzasti slowly stood up and dusted his pants.

Dale Moen glanced down at the floor. "Look!" he shouted, "they've left a damn hole in the ceiling." Today's workers are all foodies, and they are all rice buckets. ”

He crouched down and looked down the hole, his face turning pale.

He stood up and looked around frantically to see that all the people were staring at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Dale Moen, "you don't think I'm ——, me saying guys, I didn't do it. I don't know anything about it. I don't lie to you. Oh my God, we're all friends!" he shoved his fingers into his mouth, biting his nails desperately.

Anzasti patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid. His voice was so low that it was barely audible.

Dale Moen continued to bite frantically on the thumb of his right hand, which was already showing fresh flesh—