"Do you still have that idea? Think you can control your destiny? I'm sorry, I forgot, you just didn't wash the stains off the stinking gutter. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The girl still played with the King of spades, and her proud head never bowed. Julianne couldn't understand that this person was just like them in terms of his living environment and upbringing, but why... Why was she so condescending, condescending to despise herself, and did she think she wasn't the same kind as them?

“... I'm sorry, but people like us are always looking forward to tomorrow. Julianne thought about what game to make, but she didn't forget to reply.

"It's a good struggle, you're desperately trying to overcome your fate, but don't forget - I'm the one who knows you best. Moreover, such a thing as fate is just the groaning of a weak person like you. However, I will not be stingy in giving you the opportunity to challenge yourself. Just twist your body and dance before you despair, and try your best to please me!"

What a conceit, does this guy think he's a god? Julianne narrowed her eyes, she could probably guess what trick Dio had used to get to where she was. Although she talks about probability, she is by no means a person who will pin her victory or defeat on something ethereal. As she herself said, fate is nothing more than the groans of the weak. She has "abilities", but what is that ability? There is no record of any information anywhere, and no one has ever seen her use it... No, there should be, the people who have seen her use of her abilities are now far away on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, and the other is under her command.

It is this ability that she uses to influence the outcome of the game... But what is it? When she came back to her senses, she found that her palms were covered with cold sweat.

“...********。 ”

"Why? Theoretically it's no different from blackjack," Dior narrowed his eyes, "or maybe I'll be able to see five aces on the board or something?" Don't put on that face, since you proposed to change the game, you won't be thinking that what just happened was just luck, and mercifully I decided to give you a chance - to change this stupid choice, at least you have a chance." ”

"Really? It would be nice to take a good look at it. ”

After deciding, the cards will be reshuffled.

Julianne was convinced that Dio had some ability to make a thousand things right under her nose. What exactly is that ability? Gambling without chips is not an advantage for her now, and a little guy like her has very few things to watch out for in a casino, but it's important - don't win too much, don't lose too much. Only play the big cards, and take it when you see it. As long as this is the case, even a casino that looks like a bottomless gold-sucking cave can occasionally save lives for people like them who have little money. After all, the casino people don't value their small money, and they only need to spend a small amount of money to have a good night with them.

This is how the rats of the stinky gutter survive.

She stared intently at Dior, and gradually began to combine the information she knew with the information that "that person" had given her Dior, and her sharp gaze gradually took on a different look.

Dio looked extremely conceited, but that was just a trick on her face. In the first game, Dior's approach seemed very risky, but it was not unreasonable, even if she did not have any special abilities - her hole card was only an ace, and the face card was only 5. If you think about it carefully, you will understand that unless she gets more than 8 points on two consecutive cards, she will not blow up. Moreover, as she herself said, it is impossible for a clumsy shuffle such as Sherlock to break up the poker evenly, but it is extremely likely that four of the same cards will be interspersed with other cards in between.

With an ace and a 5, combined with Sherlock's unrepeated, face-up cards, it wasn't unreasonable for Dior to ask for two cards in a row. In the second game, Sherlock split and dealt cards to the two of them, and each of them got an ace which was enough to prove Dior's approach. To put it another way, Dior has not made a thousand at least 'so far', and both of them got a "Black.Jack" in the second draw, and blackjack with no suit difference can only be counted as a draw.

Although it can also be thought that Dio deliberately made this result just to see her funny appearance, but... Dio Connor wasn't a deliberate person to do such useless work.

When she and the members of the "D-10" investigate the case of Jack the Ripper, she punches her a few times, which seem to be pointless torture, but in fact Dio has used it to see through her disguise, although the method is too drastic, but it is indeed the fastest and easiest method. From this, we can guess Dior's style of acting - she is an absolute villain, unscrupulous.

But if you think about it this way, why would she still have to make such a pointless bet with herself? It doesn't have any coercive effect, and the content of the game is meaningless...

The next time you meet me, maybe you'll have even more interesting looks and expressions. ’

The words that Dior said when she first met suddenly tightened in her mind, these two people had seen through their identities, and they also knew that they worked for the "Scar" company, what Dior was doing now...

Julianne closed her eyes, and her mind was conjudicing the past and the present.

I don't care what your past is, there's so much waste in this world, I don't have that much energy to understand it all. ’

'I have no interest in your past, you are no different from a corpse in my eyes. ’

I'm the one who knows you best. ’

“... Deal. She said.

Julianne had opened her eyes at some point, and her bland light blue eyes met Dior's. She looked directly at the monster, and now she felt more relaxed than ever, and the girl's aggressive gaze now seemed less terrifying. It dawned on her that it wasn't the "monster" sitting in front of her, not the head of the war department of "D-10", nor the adopted daughter of the Connor family, but "DIO". None of the previous ones represented this blonde girl, she had more than just these things, she was like herself, a rat crawling out of a stinking ditch, a lowly creature who was no different from herself.

They have reached a sense of empathy in their short but similar lives.

As Sherlock handed the two hole cards to the two of them, the two of them did not shift their gaze in the slightest, still staring directly at each other. When the first card is dealt, they set their sights on their cards. The King of Spades and the Jack of Hearts, now that they have no chips, all they can do is continue to deal their cards. It wasn't until all three cards were dealt to them that both of them smiled wonderfully.

Dior's name brands are the King of Spades, the Queen of Spades, and the 10 of Spades. And Julianne's name brands are the King of Hearts, the Jack of Hearts, and the Ace of Hearts. In terms of the face of the cards, Julianne's is slightly better, but that's not the final result.

"Interesting, I don't see how you did it," Dior closed one eye, the smile on his face was slightly retracted, but it looked more natural, "Blackjack was the same before... You don't have the chance to touch the cards after shuffling, and I don't think you're a 'capable person'. ”

"I can't see what you're doing, you're going to be kicked out of the casino if you gamble like that," Julianne calmly flipped over her hole cards, "Ace of hearts, King of hearts, Queen of hearts, J of hearts, 10 of hearts, royal flush." ”

“... It's a shame that I'm also a royal flush. ”

Another draw. Dio raised his eyebrows, leaned forward with one hand on the table, and looked at Julianne with interest.

"My friend once told me that there is a wonderful existence in this world. The spirit body that is attached to the main spirit and can only be seen by some of the abilities is not necessarily powerful, but the turn ability has the same strange abilities. I think... That's it. ”

"With such a small probability as a royal flush, I don't think it will happen continuously... What are you capable of?" Julianne did not flinch.

"Very well, although I would like to continue gambling, but I don't have time," Dior waved his hand, "... I've got the truth. Sherlock, do you think that's okay?"

"Don't play dumb riddles, I don't understand. Sherlock said unappreciatively.

"Jack the Ripper is a fan," Dior narrowed his eyes, "our Julianne knows something, but she didn't do it, I say so... Do you understand? And I think you'll be able to find out who the guy who came here before. ”

"Why don't you continue? I don't necessarily just lose. Julianne frowned disapprovingly.

"You've got a bit of a knack for coming up with something that puzzles me, but that's all, you can't satisfy me, dear Julianne," Dio said as he stood up and stretched, "if you're not satisfied... Let's make one last bet, and if I win, do as I say, and save the last round for the next time. And this time the gamble... Let's roll the dice. ”

Dior pulled out a small dice from the pocket of her dress, the same one Sherlock had given her earlier.

"It's a ten-sided dice, and as you can see, there are numbers from one to ten ten, and the rules are simple - just roll a number other than ten, and you win. ”

“... Dice (dice)... Dice-10，D-10，「DIO」... Is that so?"

While Julianne was muttering to herself, Dio had already thrown the dice.

"Guys who can only see one way won't turn back. ”

When she came to her senses, only the number "10" was left on the table, and before she could check the dice, the "D10" disappeared from her eyes.