"Whoa-la-"

In the men's toilet of the Paradise Pavilion, the smooth white gold tiles reflect the expensive paintings on the walls, and many gamblers can't help but look up at the beautiful scenery of these paintings with plump breasts and fat buttocks, crisp breasts and half-exposed breasts, as if hugging the pipa and half-covering their faces.

Lin Nian pushed open the door and walked into the men's toilet, and came to the vacant urinal, the two middle-aged gamblers on the left and right who were appreciating the painting raised their eyebrows with cigars in their mouths and looked down, and then immediately lifted their pants and leaned towards the urinal next to them with a tense face.

Looking up at the picture frame hanging on the wall, Lin Nian paused slightly, because he inadvertently saw a different color.

In most of the paintings rich in sexual innuendo and beauty metaphors, there is also an occasional serious oil painting, which is a long painting hanging on the highest floor, in the dim and dark sky, holy angels with faces like light descend from the surging light gate, holding a scorching holy spear to kill the roaring demons in the world, and the corpses are piled up into a mountain that reaches the gate of heaven.

The interlacing of light and dark, the ambiguity of black, white and gray made it difficult for the viewing Lin Nian to distinguish the difference between angels and demons in the painting.

"They're all the same in their own right."

When Lin Nian was quietly looking at the oil painting, someone next to him made a sound, Lin Nian came back to his senses and looked sideways, and at some point a young man dressed in black feathers stood beside him... He was more like a young boy than a man, with a delicate face, his skin pale reminiscent of the sun falling on the warm mutton fat, and his eyebrows were more gentle like a girl, and his eyes were filled with ripples of water.

A boy who looks like a morning in Tokyo is Lin Nian's first impression.

"Gustave Doré, this is one of my favorite works in the Paradise Lost illustrated collection." The boy looked up at the painting with some fascination.

Lin Hou looked up, the urinal next to the two of them was empty, and the nearest convenient gambler avoided the two of them far away, as if he was afraid of being hit, and he was sure that the boy was talking to him.

A waitress at the House of Paradise?

There is no shortage of gamblers with unique tastes in the Elysium, and casinos that claim to satisfy all wishes will naturally provide these gamblers with delicious food. But Lin Nian looked at the boy a few times and felt that it was not like this, his intuition told him that this person did not belong here, he would not be a waiter or a gambler, but more like a thin cherry blossom floating on the water of the babbling stream.

"You say they're homologous, what does that mean?" Lin Nian picked up his words.

"Homologous means to be born in the same womb." The boy said: "Satan of hell is a fallen angel from Jehovah, he is the head of God's angels, and then he fell into hell to give birth to the devil, and the devil and the angels are good and evil, right and wrong, but in the end they are all of the same origin, they are all children of God." They hate, they fight, but they are all children of God. They turn away, they hate, but they are still children of God. ”

"There should be more of these paintings here, not all the other erotic works." Lin Nian nodded.

"Do you like this painting too?" The boy tilted his head and smiled cleanly.

"Probably." Lin Nian also gave him the same smile back.

"Then I think you should know the backstory of this painting." The corners of the boy's mouth lifted slightly, and he turned his head back to look at the painting: "The exiled Satan is dormant in hell on earth, he has spent thousands of years searching for his fangs and sharp teeth, and with a burning and enduring rage, he has opened the gates of heaven to take revenge on God—destruction does not come from heaven, but from the ground." Because the blood of the same origin is destined to connect them, no matter how far they go, they know where home is, and eventually they will all return home, sword and sword in hand. ”

Lin Nian, who was looking at the oil painting in a daze, digested this story, and he suddenly keenly noticed that the other party seemed to be metaphorizing something, but when he turned his head to say something to the boy again, he found that the other party left quietly like green smoke blowing away, leaving only the back of the swaying gate and the gap not far away.

What a... Kook.

Lin Nian didn't think about it.

*

When Lin Nian returned to the casino hall, he found a large group of people around the single and double gaming tables, and everyone scrambled towards the gaming tables, reminiscent of the Black Friday shopping scene, crowded, noisy, and extremely unusually excited.

Lin Nian shook his hand and walked over, and sure enough, he was blocked outside the crowd, trying to squeeze inside, but the final result made him very helpless, so he could only simply move a chair and step on it, pad his feet, and observe what the situation inside was now.

The heavy black and gold chips were piled up on the edge of the table like a hill, no one dared to stand beside Ryoichi Okubo, and the gamblers were in awe of him as if a believer was pilgring to their shrine, and he folded his chin with his hands folded and watched in silence as the playing cards in the game were punished to the center of the table again and again, and were uncovered again and again, without any movement, silent like a statue.

However, none of the gamblers present dared to treat this man with a huge amount of 2 billion yuan in front of him as a simple spectator, just five minutes ago, this man dropped 200 million yuan worth of chips into the 'red ghost' that no one dared to suppress, and successfully doubled the low gold tenfold, and 200 black gold chips were drawn in front of him.

The second time, this is the second time this man has pressed the 'red ghost', tonight, this man has only bet twice from beginning to end, and the principal of only 20 million yen has successfully turned over to 2 billion in these two gamblings, and the win or loss is 100 times more than enough to make people crazy about winning and losing.

Now, however, the man did not stop, but remained at the table waiting.

No one could have guessed what was waiting for this man, their breath was short of breath like an asthma attack, and their hearts were trembling as they looked at the cards on the table as if they were about to place bets, not the man but themselves.

It's been 10 rounds since the man hit the last red ghost, and the female dealer dealt the cards in horror, and every time she took the cards out of the dealer, her delicate white hands were visibly shaking, because she realized that the game was not a simple game at the table.

If it is an ordinary gambling game and the customer wins a huge sum of two billion, then the casino will be happy and celebrate, and use the guest as a living signboard to play out, and use overwhelming advertisements to promote the lucky man's greatness in the casino. But the current Liangyi is not the kind of gambler who comes for money, anyone with a discerning eye can see and know that this man cheated, and twice pressed the 'red ghost' who lost ten in a row, and both times it was a full stud, which is blatantly provoking the authority of the Elysium.

Now Ryoichi is ready to press for the third time and double the two billion in his hand to two billion.

"Guest... Guest, I'm just an ordinary dealer, can I... Please leave me alone. The female dealer was on the verge of breaking down under pressure, and every gambler was staring at her like a wolf, and it didn't matter if they won or lost any game before Ryoichi was played, they just wanted to wait for Ryoichi to make a move, and then they called.

No one cares how Ryoichi cheats, they only know that the background of the Elysium is very powerful, and if it can make such a terrible promise as 'wish', then the Elysium must have a huge financial background, which also means that this casino will not default on the debt, no matter how much they bet, the moment the 'red ghost' is turned over by the female dealer, they are the biggest winners tonight.

Tonight, Ryoichi Okubo is the god of all gamblers, prostrate at Ryoichi's feet and pray for a way to show the way to desire.

"Deal." Ryoichi did not sympathize with the female dealer's plea for mercy, his face was cold and like a dead man, and his eyes were numb to the playing cards on the gaming table.

I let go of the Elysium, so who will let me go.

So the gamble continued, after Lin Nian pressed the first red ghost, twenty-five rounds had passed, and Ryoichi accurately pressed the second red ghost in the twelfth round, and now, there were less than two rounds left before the third red ghost appeared.

Twenty-eighth inning.

The dealer-dealer slashed the cards from the dealer to the center of the table, and at the same time, two hundred black gold chips were slowly pushed out by a pair of hands, and all the gamblers' hearts reached the highest speed, and their ears were filled with an unnatural flush, and they gasped and stared at the slowly moving black gold chips, until the chips completely fell into the 'red ghost' area, and the chip frenzy exploded.

Like a mountain toppling, like a vast sea pouring down, the essence of desire is pouring down, and countless chips are swarming down like a flood at this moment, two billion? No, the stakes at the table at this moment are unprecedented... 100 billion.

The shadow of the majestic chip mountain shrouded the entire table, for fear of going to the wrong area of the gamblers, they climbed the table and carefully gathered all the chips to the height, Ryoichi sat at the table and lit a cigarette for himself, looking up at the Tower of Babel on the table, the golden light sprinkled from the top, like a jade dew elixir, the mouth watering, the light and shadow divided the face of the man who wanted to slaughter the god at the table into light and dark.

It was also at this time, when a group of gamblers flocked to the table, a red mandala quietly bloomed beside him.

The gentle woman was attached to Liangyi's legs, he smelled the fragrance of flowers and tea, and the female manager in black half-knelt on the ground and smiled like a flower: "Can I invite you to sit in the VIP room?" I'm the manager here, Sakurai-chan, you can just call me Ko-twilight. ”