Sir Sharkos drew cards, and it was two cards at the beginning.

Instead of picking them up, he just flipped them over on the table and revealed them to the public - it was a combination of the 10 of hearts and the jack of spades, for a total of 20 points.

"Ahh

Orange distinctly heard the sound of death sharpening his sword. She saw its shadow rising from behind the ghost, she saw its pale skeletal face, she saw the scythe in its hand, and the cold light on the blade. She knew that her time was near.

There are a total of 54 playing cards in a deck, excluding the two cards in Black Jack and the two cards in the white cat's hand, there are 50 cards left. Of the remaining 50 cards, only 3 aces and 1 Joker can save Sir Shakolos with a total of 20 points in his hand, a total of 4 cards, and the probability of winning one of these four cards at a time is 8 percent - nine deaths, a chance of survival.

If she can't do it, she can't do it! It's the equivalent of holding a seven-round revolver with six bullets, turning it around twice and aiming it at your head, and then pulling the trigger with your own hand. This can no longer be said to be gambling, this is suicide!

But Sir Chakolos struck, and he could not have been unaware of the stakes, but he stretched out his paws slowly but surely towards the pile of cards.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Orange held her head in her hands, arched her back, beads of sweat dripping down the tip of her chin, wetting Sir Shakoros's soft, smooth white hair. Inside, the screams in her heart grew louder and louder, but outside, she became more and more breathless, so that she could only whimper in a low voice deep in her throat.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" a voice in Orange's heart shouted to her, "There must be another way......! Don't draw this card yet, don't!"

"What else can be done?" said another voice sneering, "If you take one step back, you will die, and if you go further, you will die, and there is little hope than no hope, right?"

"Escape...... You can run away! In terms of speed alone, the demon will definitely not be able to beat me that day!"

"Shame on you, is this a confession?"

"Calm down, little girl. This was the voice of Sir Chakolos in reality, and she heard him say:

"When the bullet comes out, you have time to tremble, but now, it's not time to panic. ”

"Gambling, this kind of game, until the dust settles, everything is empty. ”

Before she could listen to his words, digest them, and understand them thoroughly, Sir Chakolos had already taken the fateful third card in his hand.

"Hehe......"

The smile that was like a bamboo in his chest appeared on his face again.

"It seems that you can't take any of my nine lives......

As he spoke, he pressed the card in his hand on the table. The moment the cards left their hands, the onlookers all exclaimed a little for this fate-like magical card drawing, only the ghost who was the opponent smacked his lips unhappily, and then reluctantly put down the raised gun.

There were no numbers on the card, just a petite girl with a pair of spiraling double ponytails on her head, overly luxurious clothes, fancy clown masks on her face, balls on her feet, fans in both hands, and a comical dance. Under the picture of the girl, two lines of bold red letters are printed:

"Goddess Garden" and "Joker".

This is the joker card, which changes freely from 1 to 10.

Death raised its scythe and slashed it at Sir Charkoros's head, and then with a "bang" a puff of smoke rose from it, and there was no splash of blood, no loss of flesh and soul, only a hippie-smiling clown, dancing on the tip of the knife.

Only the fool is not swayed by divine power.

"Hah-"

Orange patted his chest and exhaled heavily, relieved.

"If you feel saved now," said Sir Chakoros, "then I must warn you that it is too early. ”

"What we've won now is just a respite. It's a draw, not a win, and you and I are still at an absolute disadvantage. Six-sevenths of her life was still in the hands of that guy, and the game wouldn't end until she was completely defeated. ”

"Well, I understand. Orange nodded vigorously, "But, isn't that another chance?"

"Yes, another chance. ”

Sir Chakolos looked up and smiled at Orange.

After the waiter shuffles the cards neatly, the fourth round of the game begins.

“All in！”

Good and evil shouted, and directly pressed all the remaining red chips, which represented money, as the last hole cards.

She was determined, at least, Orange saw plenty of determination in her eyes, and every chip that was pressed on the table also represented her determination. The evil ghost didn't plan to drag it out anymore this day, and this time, she had to clean up the two stupid cats who dared to provoke her.

"Me too, All in. ”

After good and evil, Sir Shakolos pressed the last two chips that had been pressed once.

The rich gambled all their money, and the life gambled their only remaining lives, and the increasingly serious atmosphere between the two made the onlookers feel that this was the final battle. Orange glanced at the hundred or dozens of red chips over there, and then looked at the two blue-green chips that were slightly shabby, but no lighter than the other side, and put his heart back up his throat.

Here, the final round that decides the outcome is finally here! Death, or getting rich, the verdict of fate is about to fall, drawing a break for this battle without gunpowder.

At the beginning of the game, the first to draw cards is Sir Charcoros.

The open card is the 5 of spades, and the hidden card is the 9 of clubs, with a total of 14 points, a decent start, and then there is the possibility of exploding, and there is also the possibility of getting 20 points and 21 points all at once. Overall, the good and the bad are evenly matched.

Of course, the premise of everything is that the ghost man failed to draw Blackjack four times in a row. At this point, Orange doesn't believe in any scientific reasoning anymore, and she can only pray to the god who created Gensokyo, and who never leaves his wine, begging him not to let the same plot play out four times.

"My turn is over," said Sir Chakoros, glancing at good and evil, "and it's your turn." ”

The good and evil didn't say anything, he reached out and pinched the two cards, and was about to take them out of the deck, but suddenly found that there was a white cat's paw on the back of his hand.

Small and soft, but powerful, quite powerful, although I don't want to admit it, but the hand used to draw cards by good and evil is indeed held down by the cat's claw of Chakolos, and he can't retreat an inch. It was only then that she realized that the cat in front of her might not be as weak as he looked.

But she didn't waver, because this is the casino, not the Colosseum. In this place, whether it is a human, a demon cat, or a god, all things are equal. The person who broke this equality lost the game the moment he made his move.

"What do you mean?" "Good and evil raised his head and glared at the white cat who was stretching out his arms, "It's fun, you're going to play tricks?"

"Foolish?"

Sir Charkolos glanced at her, but his claws did not loosen at all.

"Someone is cheating, but it's not me. ”

What he said was quite reasonable, however, the surrounding audience was watching, and it was clearly him who broke the rules first.

"A total of 54 cards, of which there are 4 aces, 4 10s, 12 T cards, and 1 joker, that is, a draw of Blackjack, that is, a combination of A cards + a value of 10, the probability is 4/54 * 17/54, about 2%. And you have won Blackjack 3 times in a row, and the probability of this kind of thing happening in reality is 2% to the third power, do you know how much this is, ghosts are good and evil?"

"1/125,000, 1 in 125,000. ”

"So what?" said Good and Evil, looking coldly at Sir Shakolos, and retorted lightly:

"I told you, fortune is on my side. No matter how small the probability is, as long as there is a 'possibility' of it, I can step on it. All I can say is sorry, white cat, it might make you feel uncomfortable saying that, but now I'm invincible. ”

"Hehehe...... Fortune,......" laughed Sir Chakolos, "indeed, if it is with you, then I have nothing to say." ”

"But what if it's not attached to you, but to something, and you just happen to be carrying it?"

With that, he let go of the cat's paw that pressed the hand of the ghost man, and pointed to the small bronze mirror on the chest of the good and evil.

"You're cheating, ghosts. ”

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed and a sly smile came on.

"However, I am not going to pursue it. ”