Everything went on in a way that everyone gave the project a name: Game of Death.

This is a game that the rich don't understand, but the poor, or the old oilers, never tire of it.

Nowadays, on the whole street of Connaught Square, whenever you see a homeless man who can't drive, everyone's attitude in the past is to let him fend for himself, but now they are kind to take care of him, give him water and food, observe his chest, check his state, and ask about the other person's life.

While caring about the other person, I want to find a traceable place in the other person through all means, so as to find the reckoning of the other person's death or flashback.

Give the dying man to Ciri, and ask if he can use it to open the market.

Ciri also announced to everyone that a new round had begun after confirming that the other party was going to die.

There is only one round at a time, and Cy Rui acts as just a recorder and a handicap.

Nothing else is interfered with, and no commission is made.

The biggest advantage of opening on this street is the advertising effect of the old oilers.

Thanks to these old oils, their mouths are really not ordinarily big.

Ciri has long known that in the event of a profitable situation, they will take any risk for it.

With one attempt, make sure it's fair.

began to form a gang of bets, all for the purpose of fluorite.

In the past, when new people came in, the most they could do was to introduce the other party to what was interesting in the recreation place, and then plan ideas for the other party, so as to exchange for the income dividends transferred by the other party.

Nowadays, the old oilers will always mention this death game to each other.

Anyway, you only need a dozen fluorites to press on each project, and as long as you win, you can share with the total prize pool.

The probability of winning this game is almost 100% in the eyes of rich people.

And as long as you have faith in yourself, this dividend ratio can be terrifyingly high.

The old oilboys were obviously clever and soon attracted strangers to bet.

This caused a problem for Ciri, but he was able to cope with it with only one game.

Of course, in order to retain players, as long as the other party is a familiar face, they are allowed to take credit for half a day.

That is to say, within this half day, no matter how you bet, as long as you can give the fluorite in the end, you will be considered successful in betting.

Of course, if you give fluorite, Ciri will confirm it again, so as not to repay the debt afterwards.

This also gave rise to an opportunistic person, who is estimated to bet for half a day, and after the deceased is all red, he will strive for the other party to die within half a day, so as to get dividends.

This is the deal of the white wolf with empty gloves, you just need to tell Ciri to give the money after you win, and if you don't win, you can directly rely on the account.

Ciri also did not object to the old oil's exploited loophole gameplay, after all, this game began to play with his own fantasies.

"The Evil God"

There are always some people who will think of all kinds of ways to cut corners, but these are all acceptable to Ciri.

After all, the more you know about the problem now, the less errors you can make when you actually implement it in the future.

Of course, Ciri's brain is not omnipotent, and it can only avoid making fewer mistakes. Occasionally, there will be errors in the calculation, resulting in dividends exceeding the principal, and Ciri naturally pays for it himself.

Because the prize pool is not large, dozens to hundreds of fluorite can still be afforded.

In order to make these people as addicted as playing other games in Connaught.

The effect has been successful, one might even say surprisingly successful.

Everyone is analyzing, some people are analyzing the deceased, some people are calculating the probability, and some people have invented a set of theories that can calculate the most likely probability of benefit without considering who the deceased is, which can be regarded as studying anthropology and life science.

And so another month passed, and Game of Death began its twenty-fourth game.

Siri has received more and more admirers here, and he has no choice but to bet for an hour in the morning. Bets can be placed from 7 to 9 in the morning, from 11 to 1 in the afternoon, and from 6 to 9 in the evening. However, the cut-off time is that no one is allowed to place a bet after the bettor is completely red.

This side is in full swing, and every time with the flashback or death, the salute or the burial, everyone is extremely excited.

The winners are happy, and although the winners are annoyed, they still trust the bets made with their lives.

I don't believe that anyone can operate life, so Seeri's game is getting more and more popular.

But this didn't do any good to Ciri, and more and more bills had to be memorized by the brain.

Ciri once thought that every time he deposited into his own hands, that is, when he used it as a prize pool, he could make a lot of money by escaping.

Now in the twenty-fourth round, the prize pool has reached more than two thousand.

Xi Rui didn't dare to lose this prize pool, so he specially bought a backpack and held it in his arms twenty-four hours a day.

Everyone trusts Seeri because of Seeray's false identity as a teacher.

But everyone is also afraid of the money in this backpack, and Siri surrounds himself by everyone.

In this way, even if someone does it, there are others to help watch.

In this way, you can't run away and you can't lose your money.

Ciri knew that nothing could be done in this situation.

But in the future, Siri must make the city that never sleeps pay a painful price.

Of course, before that, Connaught noticed Cirui first.

There's no way not to pay attention, tourists who come to play lately will always talk about death games.

Eight districts, the first two districts don't care about the situation.

The three free zones and the three star zones are all starting to talk to each other about who invented what death game.

No one knows, but the mayors know one thing. It can't be something of two head zones, and the game of two head zones is a project that only a few people know about after all.

And that's something that a lot of people know, and that represents one thing. If the game is not in the zone, then someone has opened a private disk!

After half an hour of investigation, Ciri's portrait was placed on the conference table.

The mayors of the eight districts looked at each other, and the head of the eight star districts, Count Kankel, naturally knew what the situation was.

Count Kankel spoke, "Give me half an hour, and I will know what is going on." ”

Count Kankel called out two mercenaries and quickly found Siri.

Ciri is surrounded by a bunch of old oilers, it's too obvious.

The two mercenaries were tall and big, and the old oilman who was ready to bet money at this time ran away.

A group of old oilmen surrounding Xirui scattered one by one.

Count Kankel pointed at Seeri, and two mercenaries pulled Sevenari up with sticks.

Count Kankel looked at Ciri before he could speak, and Ciri said, "One day, you don't want me." What's going on now? Changed your mind? ”

Count Kankel frowned slightly, waved his hand, and turned to take the man away.

The old oilmen talked a lot, obviously knowing that this time the money would not come back.

In the conference room of the six district chiefs, Ciri was held by two mercenaries, and after the body search, Baxing's card was turned over.

The money in the bag was poured out, and the cards were broken into small pieces plus fluorite, and there were more than 2,000 fluorites in a backpack.