(a)

"Surface. ”

When the ghost man said this, she didn't even hesitate.

Enough is enough.

Whether it is fear or unwillingness, the negative emotions accumulated so far have been enough for her.

Already, no more.

The last step of the final round, life or death, decide the winner!

Good and evil turned over their three cards and lined up the four fives on the table and pushed them to the front.

"Ho-ho!" Sir Chakolos chuckled softly and slapped his cat's paw a few times, "sure enough, my fortune is above you!"

With that, he turned over the first card face-down, a 7 of hearts.

"Gollum"

Good and evil swallowed, and a sense of foreboding gradually brewed in her heart, like a dark cloud before a storm fell.

Then, she watched as Sir Chakolos unhurriedly unveiled the second card, a 7 of clubs.

Sir Chakoros's expression and movements told her that he had the fruits of victory in his hands. He is now deliberately slowing down the pace of the flop, as if he is using a knife, slowly, knife after knife, to rip the flesh from the heart of good and evil. He was enjoying this long process of psychological torture of good and evil.

Just by looking at the first two cards, good and evil can almost already guess the third. However, she did not fall into despair, and there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart that Sir Shakolos was just bluffing, delaying his death by delaying time in vain. When the third one comes out, he will either explode or not reach 21 points, and then Good and Evil will be able to raise the gun as fast as she can, and complete this hearty revenge.

However, the reality is brutal.

Sir Chakolos finally unveiled the 7 of spades, which had long been in anti-evil predictions.

7, 7, 7, 3 of a kind 7, a total of 21 points.

This gambling game, where it begins, ends, where it ends.

"Seven is my lucky number," Sir Sciakros smiled, holding the 7 of spades between his brows with his two paws, "7 is everyone's lucky number." ”

"Win ......"

In the next second, Orange stood up, spread his arms, and shouted loudly with tears and excitement in his heart:

"Win—"

Then came the crowd of onlookers, who applauded, cheered, and threw their hats into the sky to salute the great victory and thank them for the wonderful game. All of a sudden, the neighborhood became like a festival, as if everyone who came here had won money.

Only the ghosts, good and evil, sat motionless in her seat, hanging their heads, staring at their feet, their eyes scattered and glazed, like a living corpse that had lost its soul.

Far away, the world around them, the laughter of everyone, and the black and white cats opposite, for good and evil at this time, everything is far away. Gradually, she could no longer hear the cheers, no longer see the colors floating in front of her eyes. Her consciousness was far away in this state of complete consciousness.

Farewell, it's unfair to my world. Anyway, now that I'm down, you have nothing to do with me.

Until, a fluffy cat's paw, pulled her out of complete numbness. She looked up and saw Sir Charkoros's face—he was smiling, and she didn't know what it meant.

Sir Shakolos stretched out his cat's paw and handed the seven blue chips and seven green chips to the ghost man. They used to represent his life and Orange's life, but now, they're only 770 dollars.

"I said," said the white cat with a smile, "you're going to need the money." ”

With that, it turned around and left, and with Orange, carrying the heavy pocket with more than 100 red chips, went to the service desk to exchange money. With the departure of the protagonist, the surrounding audience gradually dispersed, and in the end, only the ghost man was left at the deserted gambling table. She glanced up in the direction where the white cat had left, then looked down at the blue-green chips in her hand, and pinched them twice more to feel the cheap plastic touch. Then, she finally realized:

"I lost. ”

(b)

"I'm back!"

Orange took off her shoes at the door and trotted all the way into the living room. At that time, Yakumo Blue was wearing a beige hand-knitted sweater, sitting in front of the electric heater, knitting another sweater of the same style but smaller than one size - it was for Orange.

"Coming back?" Blue asked without looking back when he heard Orange's footsteps, "Where are you going to play again?"

"Didn't go anywhere!"

Orange came behind Blue, put his arms on her shoulders, and brought the small cloth bag in his hand to Blue's eyes.

"Here, Lord Blue!" said Orange sweetly, "Gift!"

"Eh, this kid!"

Lan took the boxy pocket, he was overjoyed, immediately stopped what he was doing, turned around, and said with a smile:

"At a young age, I also know how to give gifts to adults. Honestly, do you want to ask me for something?"

"It's nothing!" said Orange with a grin, "I just think that you usually work hard to do housework, and I want to comfort you." ”

"It's also comforting, it's very sweet!"

Lan opened the small pocket tied with a square cloth and found that it was a cardboard box with red hearts printed on it. When she opened the carton, she saw a custom-made fruit cake that was beautifully made. On the cream layer of the cake, there is a row of words in strawberry jam - "Love Love Blue Sama".

“Chennnnnnnnnnn——”

Lan held the bottom of the box with one hand, and covered his nose with the other, even if he was suffocated, he would never let the nosebleed that burst the embankment spill onto the cream cake in front of him.

It's cute, it's so cute, whether it's this cake or Orange himself, Blue can't resist the desire to eat it in one bite.

"No, if you can roll the orange in the cream and then lick and lick and lick...... Hey, hey, hey...... Oops, nosebleeds are going to burst again......"

While watching the delusional theater circulating in her brain, Lan put the cake down steadily, and then forcibly sucked back the whole liter of nosebleed, pretending to be calm:

"This cake isn't cheap, is it?"

"Recently, I've done some odd jobs in the shopping street in Renli," Orange turned his back and pinched the hem of his skirt, a little twisted, "I earned some pocket money, and I wanted to bring a gift to Lord Lan." ”

"Because...... That one...... That is to say......"

Speaking of this, the cat demon didn't know why he blushed, and he didn't dare to continue to look directly into Yakumo's blue eyes, but he just hesitated and muttered in a low voice:

"The money earned for the first time...... Want to spend it on your favorite people......"

“Chennnnnnnnnnnn——”

This time, Lan didn't have to stop the bleeding for her nose, and it was impossible to stop the bleeding. She screamed and threw herself on Orange, and took her into her arms, hugging and rubbing, her face distorted to a drunken rather comical appearance from excessive happiness.

"Lord Lan, don't do this!"

Orange giggled, and put her hands on Blue's large, thick breasts, and gently pushed her away a little - so that Blue wouldn't hug too tightly and be caught by the big gold chain under Orange's clothes.

On the other hand, when Sir Shakolos returned home, Catherine was so excited that she almost cried, and grabbed him and picked him up with a hard suck, not much different from Yakumo's Blue. Of course, she didn't know how many little female cats the white cat had made appointments outside, and the cat slaves would never know about the little secrets left by the master outside.

Beneath the cute and charming appearance of the cats lies an evil, wild heart, and you will never really "own" a cat, but that doesn't stop you from falling in love with it.

(c)

Decline.

At this time, good and evil can be fully described with just one word.

Losing all her strength, she was so poor that she was like a cripple, and she staggered into the bar, and lay down on the bar, stretched out her hand and slapped the last few copper plates she had left on the table, and shouted:

"Boss, serve the wine! the cheap and energetic kind!"

"Okay!"

The owner of the bar took her money and quite skillfully filled her with a glass of cheap whiskey in his fifties, less ice, no mix, just wine, strong wine.

It's a hot drink in a casino bar, cheap and big, and it's loved by gambling dogs who don't have more than two and a half dollars left, and it's also known as "Forget Worry Water" - three glasses down, and you basically don't remember how you got here.

"Hmm-ah-"

Good and evil raised the wine glass, drank it dry, and then shook the ice cubes in the cup "loudly", and said drunkenly:

"Wine ...... I can't help but drink it!"

The interior of this bar exudes a strong sense of abstract expressionism: manic dots of color splash on the purple-and-black walls, distorted and skewed furniture whose exact shapes are indescribable, but very, very disturbing, and the dim lights artificially add a cycle of turning on and off, creating a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

It's one of the few places in the casino that has a "design", and it's a very bizarre design that perfectly fits the mood of the gamblers who come here to drink - despair, struggle, and wandering on the edge of hell. It's a pity that there are no people who can really appreciate this wonderful design.

There were dozens of people in the entire bar, and not a single one made a sound, and it was as quiet as a grave. Everyone is busy drowning themselves in a sea of alcohol as a way to escape the bleak future. After all, this is a gathering place for losers in gambling, and those who win go upstairs to have fun.

At this time, a childish and tender child's voice, which was out of place here, broke the silence.

"You borrowed an artifact, but you used it for gambling, and you lost the bet, you're really a mess, downright, garbage. ”

Half-asleep and half-awake, good and evil turned their heads, followed the sound and looked over, and vaguely saw the outline of a young Western boy.

At first, she couldn't react to who the child who suddenly appeared next to her was. It took several seconds for her vision to regain clarity, and then she could see the other person's face and dress: stockings, black shoes, plaid hat, London newsboy's outfit, blonde hair, red eyes, ice muscles, angelic face, angelic smile. This boy is as cute as the person in the painting, as if he is full of magic from head to toe, which makes it impossible not to be fascinated by it, and it is impossible not to tremble for good and evil.

The name of this "teenager", she remembered.

Jaeger Extroo, one of the big names she "never" can't anger.

At this point, the good and evil had fully come to her senses, she hurriedly straightened up, panicked and sorted out the variegated hair that had already become a bird's nest, and was about to apologize, but heard the young man say first:

"Let's not talk nonsense, I'm just here to give you a message. ”

"'Mission begins'. ”

After the words fell, the good and evil blinked once, and when they looked at it again, the figure of the young man was nowhere to be found.