When Yun Qi awoke from his unconscious slumber, the first thing that caught his eye was a dim ceiling covered in cobwebs.

Through the pale yellow light from the dilapidated table lamp next to the bed, I vaguely recognized that the place I was in was a small room of less than ten square meters, with no windows on the four walls, and three wooden doors painted with blood-red paint in this gray-based space, which was particularly eye-catching.

Less than three meters away from the wooden bed, there is an old TV set, which is rarely seen in the remote and remote western United States, and this old antique with an 80s atmosphere is rarely seen.

Yun Qi looked around vigilantly, and could make sure that there was no second person here, so he cautiously got out of bed.

He sniffed the air, and what hit his nose was an uncomfortable musty smell.

Linked to the cobwebs that can be seen everywhere and the dust that fills the ground, this unknown hut has been abandoned for an unknown amount of time.

"Why am I here?" This was a question that popped up in Yun Qi's mind, and he tried to take a few steps and walks, and suddenly found that his feet and hands were bound in four cold iron chains.

Seeing the thickness of the iron torture, Yun Qi decisively gave up his plan to drag hard.

"I'm in the biggest casino in Las Vegas, why do I appear in this hellish place!" Seeing that he couldn't get out, Yun Qi simply calmed down and began to recall the scene before he fell into a coma.

I don't know what kind of mental state is bad, or the sequelae after being drugged and unconscious, my mind is empty, and I have no thoughts for a while.

"Have you been kidnapped?" Yun Qi guessed.

This idea is not unfounded.

As a Chinese student studying in the United States, with his superb gambling skills, he slaughtered all over the major casinos in Las Vegas, which is full of gold, and unknowingly offended many people, many of whom were gangsters.

"Damn, didn't you win millions of dollars, as for imprisoning me in this hellish place?"

Millions are really not a lot of money in Las Vegas, and any high roller gambles more than that.

However, Yun Qi forgot that at the moment when the American economy is declining, millions of dollars will definitely make many cash-strapped Americans take risks.

Yun Qi's gaze turned to the old television, which was popular in the United States in the seventies and eighties. But now that we've stepped into 2015, it's a bit too abrupt to put it here.

The TV is turned on, and the diffuse snowflakes prove that it is on a no-signal channel at the moment.

Just as Yun Qi was trying to get rid of the iron cuffs, the snow-filled screen suddenly froze, and a human head flashed: it was a pale, slightly sickly and tired white-haired old man, and the most impressive thing at first glance was the eyes that were extremely incommensurate with the sickness, the eyes as sharp as a falcon.

With Yun Qi's experience of making friends, people with this kind of eyes are often the kind of people he doesn't want to face the most and are the most difficult.

Although the other party looked very haggard, those eyes that went straight to the soul, when the focus was on Yun Qi, his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated a few beats.

"Hello, Mr. Yunqi from the East, I want to play a game with you."

Game? Kidnapping me just to play a game?

Instead of panicking, Yun Qi put on a calm appearance. If it weren't for the fact that his young face showed that he was only in his early twenties, uninformed people would mistakenly think that he was an old man who had experienced the ups and downs of the world.

The old man continued:

"You are a brilliant genius with the ability to see into the lies of others. Originally, this talent, which even geniuses would be jealous of, should be used on the right path for the benefit of mankind, but you don't. In the end, you will fall into the drunken world of flowers, waste God's favor for you, and use this talent on the dirty and ugly gambling table to cheat a lot of money. You're relying too much on this talent, and in my opinion, you don't deserve it. Now, I'm going to bet the last game with you to see if you still have the value of being redeemed. ”

"There are three doors before you, two of which lead to heaven and the remaining one to hell. Hell or heaven, the choice is yours. A word of caution, once you choose the wrong one, all that awaits you is 'death'. ”

As soon as the old man finished speaking, three lights lit up on the dim wall facing Yunqi, and below each lamp, there was a metal door.

By the light, a strange face was carved into the center of each door: half angels representing light, half demons representing hell.

Half angel and half demon, this is the gate of heaven and hell in the mouth of the old man?

"Wait......" Yun Qi subconsciously shouted, and the TV screen suddenly froze, as if it was a paused video. However, Yun Qi still asked, "There is a question. Hi, I know it's not some hell of a video, there's no VCR here, and it's one of those old TVs that don't have USB stick playback. So, you're on an instant call with me, aren't you? ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the tiny cameras hidden in the four corners of the ceiling, and it was really not possible to find a camera the size of a finger in a dimly lit room.

As soon as these words came out, the freeze-frame picture shook again, and the old man let out a hearty laugh:

"Haha, he is worthy of being a top student in the Department of Psychology at Harvard University. Okay, for the sake of your observations, I'll make an exception to talk to you. Also, I have a special offer for you, allowing you to ask a question, but I will not answer your question directly, but will answer it in a 'YES' or 'NO' way. Think about it, it's the question that will determine your fate next. ”

Yun Qi looked thoughtful and said, "It sounds like an intellectual question. Give me a chance to ask "YES" or "NO", and I will naturally ask about the nature of one of the three doors. In other words, I have a one-in-three chance of asking for the gate of heaven, and then I will win directly; The two-thirds chance of asking is the Gates of Hell, and then I'm going to find the Gates of Heaven among the two remaining doors, so I have a 50% chance of winning. In this way, 1/3*100%+2/3*50%=2/3, probability-speaking, I should have two-thirds of the chance of survival. Provided, of course, that behind the wrong door is death. ”

He said as he carefully observed the jigsaw on the TV, as if to capture something.

But the other party has always maintained a poker face, without any emotional fluctuations.

"I know you're a genius at micro-expressions, but I advise you to put away your casino-fueled mind-reading. With me, you don't have a share of tricks. The old man said suddenly.

When Yun Qi heard this, his heart sank, and he was really afraid of something.

As the old man said, he is a top student in micro-expression analysis and a genius in micro-expression psychology. Even his Harvard tutor had to ask him about the problem of micro-expressions.

And the secret of his immersion in the casino but winning all battles is also the natural ability of micro-expression analysis - reading the strength of the opponent's hand is the way to win in the casino.

Yun Qi put away his trembling heart, knowing that he had met a real opponent this time. Everyone who has the ability to capture micro-expressions is most afraid of encountering poker faces, which makes their talent difficult to start.

Yun Qi said incoherently: "That...... At least tell me your name, and forget it, it's better not to tell me, lest you be silenced if you know. ”

"You can rest assured of this, and I promise in my personality that as long as you pass the test, you will be safely on the path of your own choosing. As for my name, people outside call me 'Jigsaw'. The old man, who called himself a jigsaw, replied cheerfully.

Yun Qi nodded, and with his professional knowledge, he naturally quickly read from the other party's sincere expression that he was not lying.

If you think about the odds of a successful escape, two-thirds is quite a high chance. However, it is a matter of life and death, even if there is still one percent of death, Yun Qi is not willing to make a choice easily.

But if you want to improve your chances of survival, it's not a simple matter.

Once the question is set, the answer is also settled, and trying to improve the chances of survival is doomed to be fruitless from the beginning.

Yunqi is a top player in Texas Hold'em and is proficient in math. After some mental arithmetic, Yun Qi can be sure that the "two-thirds" chance cannot be changed no matter what.

"Looks like we have to gamble on our luck." Yun Qi hates to leave his life and death to luck the most, but what can he do?

"Mr. Jigsaw, please tell me if the middle door leads to hell."

During the interrogation, Yun Qi suddenly noticed that the jigsaw's eyes flickered slightly, and then heard the jigsaw's magnetic voice: "YES." In other words, the Gate of Heaven is on the left or right.

With this "YES", the iron cuffs that bound Yunqi's limbs opened on their own.

"Damn it!" Yun Qi scolded secretly.

Luck is indeed the most unreliable thing in the world, and you can hope that luck will bring good luck, but never pin your fate on ethereal luck.

"Well, at least I have a 50% chance now."

Yun Qi shook his head as he comforted himself. Next, should I choose the left or the right?

The choice between life and death is not an easy task for anyone. Yun Qi was now sure that when Jigsaw mentioned "life and death" before, it was not a joke.

"You'd better make a decision as soon as possible." Jigsaw reminded.

Yun Qi raised his head and looked at the jigsaw's gaze sharpened: "Where did I offend you, why did you joke with my life." ”

Jigsaw kept his poker face at all times, without the slightest emotional fluctuation: "This is the second question, remember, your only chance to ask a question has been used up, and this is beyond the scope of 'YES' or 'NO'." ”

"So," Yun Qi casually raised his hand and pointed to the door on the right: "I'll choose this one, how about it." ”

After saying this, Yun Qi's eyes were fixed on the TV screen, and all his mind was focused on jigsaw's facial expression.

Want to know the answer? Open the door and you'll know. Jigsaw said coldly.

Yun Qi stared straight at the jigsaw for a long time, until his eyes were sore, and he couldn't get any valuable information from the other party's facial expressions.

This made him very unwilling.

Is the micro-expression mind-reading technique that has repeatedly killed all sides in the casino really fruitless?

In the end, Yun Qi finally determined that his final speculation failed.

"Put away your tricks, micro-expression mind reading can only deal with rookies who are not mentally prepared." Jigsaw said calmly.

Yun Qi was disappointed, the jigsaw was more difficult than he could have imagined. Not to mention temptation, even in the obvious disdainful language just now, he couldn't read a trace of "disdain" expression from the other party's face.

Side-knocking doesn't work, and the only thing left is luck.

It's time to gamble your luck.

"Men on the left and women on the right, I'd better choose the left door." Thinking about it, his fingers had already touched the metal doorknob, and the cold feeling of the doorknob slightly irritated his sensitive skin.

Suddenly, an ominous thought appeared in Yun Qi's premonition.

"No, I seem to have overlooked the most important thing."