Sean. Battier's schedule was almost as accurate as a strontium atomic light clock, he got up at nine o'clock every day, did half an hour of personal cleaning and defecation, ate breakfast for a quarter of an hour, and then walked around the casino for two hours and three quarters of an hour in the company of his deputy, lunch at half past twelve, and repeated the morning activity half an hour later, but this time it was only three hours, and at four o'clock he would return to his room and office, spend two hours working on all kinds of paperwork, eat dinner at six o'clock, and stay in his room after dinner. With the exception of a few "good friends" who would bring him huge profits and strong support, he saw no one and never went anywhere - his subordinates and guests would often see Sean on their own. Battier's time to judge his place in the heart of the owner of the Paradise Palace Casino, generally speaking, the later the time, the more important you are to him - but it should be noted here that this time is usually determined by Sean. Battier agreed on it himself, not on the initiative of the guest.

The green-eyed deputy was a little surprised to get an affirmative reply from Battier, who was smart, cheerful, and sometimes very gentle, but he was also very arrogant and self-serving, and in the deputy's impression, only a few people could be so casual for Sean. Battier made the decision that there was no Anthony on this list. Hopkins name. At four o'clock in the afternoon, however, the attendant brought a cabinet of clothes, from the inside out, from the underpants to the silk handkerchiefs of the regular dresses and the bow ties of the evening dresses, which had been carefully ironed and arranged and hung neatly in the closet, stacked in drawers, soft and smooth cotton and satin glowing like pearls in the afternoon sun, and shoes, crocodile, sheepskin and cowhide, black and white, matt and shiny, hollowed, shoelaceed and untied. Most of the latter were prepared for Beelzebub and Sasha's usual wear.

Beelzebub lifted a pair of lambskin shoes in white "color", which were very loose and soft, and the upper was decorated with a gilded anchor chain, which he tried and found to be just the right size, not tight or loose. He tried to put on a French shirt (this shirt is worn with formal wear and is cut to fit the body), and the boy's expression became a little strange: "How did they know?" I said," he showed Sasha his new shoes, "Our size?" ”

"Hmm. It's not surprising," Sasha said, "and when I came in, I noticed that there was a sensor-type 3D scanner in the hallway, well, it looked like it was made in 2007." It can even record a small boil on your butt, the size of shoes and clothes, of course. ”

Beelzebub's face became very subtle, and he frowned. Thinking for two seconds, then seeing Sasha turn his head, bastard, he smiled! The boy who realizes that he has been teased pounces on him and drags his friend down, and they scuffle together like two little cheetahs that have already tasted blood. Beelzebub is taller than Sasha, but it is a matter of how to control and restrain others. Sasha under the personal guidance of the "ghoul". Hopkins must have outdone him. Dr. Hopkins, who buttoned his shirt and took two steps back, watched almost with reverence as the two little beasts tumbled from one end of the room to the other, and finally Sasha raised his hand in surrender, not that he could not fight Beelzebub, but that he had started the matter. Panting, Beelzebub punched him on the cheek as punishment.

"All right, boys, that's it," said Dr. Hopkins, who had already taken care of his outfits. A light gray "color" dress, elegant black and white leather shoes, with a curly grass pattern composed of hollow holes on the upper, his hair combed back, oily and slippery, he put on a monocle with a tie: "Give you ten minutes." He looked at his watch.

"We've got to do that, too?" Beelzebub put his arms around Sasha's neck and whispered that he was in awe of Dr. Hopkins' unkempt hair.

"No, not like that. But that's not the case. Sasha grabbed Beelzebub's hair, which was naturally curly, and after a playful fight that had turned them into a litter, Sasha got up from the carpet first. Then he stretched out his hand and took Beelzebub up.

The children moved quickly, and Beelzebub dipped in water in the bathroom. It took half a minute to comb his hair, and during that time Sasha brought him clothes that matched his shoes—the shirt was of course impossible to wear anymore, and the two boys didn't need to be as well-dressed as Hopkins, they just had to put on loose shirts and trousers—they weren't minors after all.

"I'm not used to wearing white." Beelzebub complained, "It feels strange, Sasha, I swear I wouldn't dress like this even when I got married...... "Sissy." "Actually, he wanted to say if he would look like an ass seller, but it was disgusting.

"Believe me, you're still as majestic as a lion."

"Albino?" Beelzebub grimaced, "I feel worse." He looked at Hopkins Jr. and said, "I like your outfit better." All black, from shirts to trousers, and shoes: "I can change my shoes." ”

"In case of a power outage, I'm afraid I won't be able to find you." For the first three weeks, Beelzebub spent almost every day swimming in the pool or in the sea, and it didn't take long for his pale skin, covered by a rugby suit, to regain the color of pickled olives.

Beelzebub shrugged, for the sake of time, he thought, and sprinkled sand. Hopkins wasn't dressed much better, he looked like a black-clad marching friar.

***

Sean. Rather than live in a desirable mansion on the outskirts of Las Vegas, that is, in a residential area, as other casino owners do, Battier's home is located on the seventh floor of the Paradise Palace Hotel, where the first to sixth floors of the hotel are his casinos, and he is like a dragon that never leaves the cave, firmly entrenched in his treasure.

Of the hotel's nine elevators, only one can lead to the seventh floor, and requires a password and Battier's personal permission, the entrance to the seventh floor of the electric chair is not an ordinary narrow corridor or elevator hall, but a circular empty hall, the top of the hall is decorated with a swirling chandelier composed of countless crystal glass tubes, the walls are paved with cold velvet wall coverings, and the thick carpet under the feet is bright - royal blue background "color", plus dense gold "color" and peach "color" wheel pattern, Beelzebub blinked, and in the brief memory before lunch, Hopkins had mentioned that the wheel pattern symbolized an endless source of wealth for the ancient Romans, so many casinos used this pattern on the floor, but it is difficult to know whether the wealth brought by this pattern fell into the pockets of gamblers or the pockets of casino owners.

Before the door opened, Beelzebub and Sasha faintly heard the sound of "ding-ding-ding, ding-dong-ding", which seemed to be emitted only by one machine, the most common Mac machine, which played music that was monotonous and boring, but still "fascinated" by countless people.

Redeem coins, jingle ding, dang dang ding, cast slots, jingle ding, dang dang ding...... Ding-ding-ding, ding-dong, the lights at the top spin and glow, congratulations, you won! Coins jingle and fill outlets, do it again? Of course, good luck is rare, and you can't pass up this opportunity - the minimum bet on the "bandstand" Mac machine is only one penny at a time, but few people place so little, and the gamblers can sit on the machine all day, without eating or drinking, just pulling the pole desperately, and the machine clangs, like a whip beating their hearts, "forced" them to pull out the last penny in their pockets.

These machines are available in las Vegas airport restrooms. But it shouldn't be here at least, and it won't make gamblers' money here.

It was only after entering the room that Sasha and Beelzebub's questions were answered.

The room was unusually spacious, and Sasha was suspicious of Sean. Battier had vacated a quarter of a floor to make this room, the room was unlit, and the four walls were inlaid with monitors that were impossible to figure out for a while, each with one or more major cameras connected, some stationary, while others were constantly moving—pitching, rotating, zooming out, zooming in, busy, they were like countless pairs of eyes, projecting every corner of the casino in detail, in this closed brain.

Beelzebub couldn't help but think of the compound eyes of the flies, and he wanted to vomit, today's lunch, and probably yesterday's dinner.

There were not only images, but also sounds, which were not tuned to about forty decibels, roughly equivalent to a summer night, but the constant jingling was too tormenting to the ear.

In the center of the room is a U-shaped writing desk, all kinds of office facilities are available, facing the writing desk is a set of leather sofas that can sit down for 20 people at the same time - behind the desk is a bed, a large bed, no curtain, it is presented in front of everyone's eyes.

A man stood up from behind his desk and greeted Anthony. Hopkins, they hugged each other warmly, the man was as tall as Hopkins, with a burly build, broad shoulders and strong limbs.

"How long?" He exclaimed with emotion: "Fifteen years, dear friend, we have not seen each other for fifteen years!" ”

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)