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Gautier looked at the black revolver in front of him, frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Quite simply, I want to play a Russian-style game of Death with you. As you can see, this is a 1954 type revolver, as well as a bullet. It's a very simple game where I stuff a bullet into one of the nests, close the locks, and then I spin the nests at will and aim the bullets at my head. ”

Gautier's Adam's apple rolled a little, roughly understanding the rules of the game, and he asked, "That said, none of us know if we pull the trigger or if we will shoot a bullet, which means that there is a 1 in 6 chance of being killed the first time, right?" ”

"Yes."

Garian picked up the marked bullet and said with a smile, "This bullet will kill one of us, and when the next trigger is pulled and nothing happens, the next one will be the next Gautier, are you sure you want to continue?" ”

"When...... Of course. ”

At this time, Gautier could no longer speak, and his feet trembled uncontrollably. He could feel the cold sweat on his back and his palms that were getting wet, and even though he wiped his pants hard several times, he couldn't restrain the fear that was deep inside.

On the other hand, the other party looked as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't put this dangerous competition in his eyes at all.

Garion said calmly, "Okay, but I need a notary and a reporter to record the competition, is that okay?" ”

"Yes."

With that, Garion stood up and walked over to Zola, and whispered in his ear, "Go and bring Mr. Borst and His Excellency Baudelaire over, for this contest requires a notary and a spectator." ”

Zola looked at his friend with a calm face, and finally couldn't help but say, "Does it have to be like this?" Is there no other solution? You can also retract what you said. ”

"It's okay, don't worry, I know in my heart that no one will die, just give him a scare. Mr. Gautier is still holding on because he has not experienced true fear, and when he does, he may never want to be strong again. ”

Garion pointed to the notched bullet, suggesting that Zola knew what he knew. By the way, he patted the other party on the shoulder and whispered, "You do what I say, no one will get hurt in this game." ”

Zola hurried out of the apartment, as Garian had instructed, to first go to the Borst reporter and make him a witness to the duel, and then to Baudelaire's home and tell them about the dangerous contest.

When Baudelaire heard that Galian and Gautier were about to play a deadly game, he immediately followed Zola with the pen in hand and hurried towards the scene of the incident.

Along the way, he angrily complained about why the other party didn't tell him the news earlier.

"You're just fooling around and playing such a dangerous game over such a trivial matter. Damn Gautier, do you think you're a young man when you're old? ”

And Zola could only helplessly say that he also informed Baudelaire as soon as possible.

"Lord Gautier must now take on this dangerous game against Garion, and has hired a notary and an audience. I can't convince either of them anymore. So if Monsieur Baudelaire were to advise......"

Zola put on a helpless look, convincing Baudelaire that he had done his best.

"He can't listen to you, who else can?"

Baudelaire quickened his pace, he only hoped that the bullet would see the two of them one last time before it pierced someone's head, and not that one of them would be reduced to a bloody corpse.

By the time he arrived, the death game had begun. Baudelaire realized that he was not the only witness, but also a reporter who had previously taken a photo.

He walked forward quickly, but was stopped by Bolst's outstretched hand. The other shook his head and motioned for him not to interrupt the gamble.

"Are you just going to watch the tragedy happen in front of you?"

"No, I don't want to. But it was the Lords Garrien and Gautier who strongly requested me to take on the role of notary, so I had to take on the role. ”

Bolst turned to Baudelaire and said, "This is a duel between two literati, and I don't want Monsieur Baudelaire to blatantly interfere with it, it will make me feel very embarrassed, really." ”

None of the people present had the idea of stopping the deadly game, and Baudelaire had no choice but to respect the opinions of the parties involved. The laws of the Second Empire did not prohibit such duels, and even if a person was killed, he would not be imprisoned if he signed an agreement.

"What game are they playing?"

Baudelaire looked at the two people sitting in front of him facing each other at the table, with a revolver on the table, and he asked anxiously, "Are they going to play the western cowboy showdown?" But why is there only one revolver on the table? ”

Originally, he thought that Garion was preparing for a fight, but he still underestimated the young man's imagination. The cold bullets on the table seemed to mock the Witnesses around them mercilessly.

"No, it's not."

The Borst reporter waved his hand, with his hands in his pockets, and looked at the two in front of him worriedly, explaining, "They seem to be playing what is called a Russian turntable." ”

"Russian turntable?"

Baudelaire also heard this new term for the first time, and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of game is it?" ”

"Stuff a bullet in the nest, turn it around, and then the two of them pull the trigger one at a time to see who is unlucky enough to die under the bullet." ”

"This ...... It's a game of death! ”

After Baudelaire listened to Bolst's simple and clear account, he felt a chill run through his back. At this point, he saw Garion casually pick up his revolver, stuff one of the bullets on the table into the empty nest, and then aim it at his temple, his index finger on the trigger.

Garion looked at each other lightly.

At this time, Gautier, who was sitting opposite, was already sweating and almost collapsed on the ground.

Garion smiled and said, "Are you ready?" The game is on, Lord Gautier, why don't you come first? ”

"No, Lord Garion."

Gautier smiled vainly, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. He wiped his forehead, made a gesture of please, and said, "Since you are the initiator of this game, you should come first." ”

"Okay."

Garion smiled and said, "I hope Your Excellency Gautier won't regret it. ”

As soon as the words fell, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.