The accusation against Kington for cheating caused the activity room to fall into chaos. Wu Chang left the activity room early before the patients holding tables, chairs and benches surrounded Kington. Before leaving, don't forget to make a blessing gesture. Hope someone is okay. Julie sent him back to the room. She stood at the door of the room, took out a bunch of keys from her waist and picked them out. "For your own safety, don't go out today. I will bring you lunch and dinner." With the help of Julie taking the key, Wu Chang saw two keys, one black and one red, tied inside the slit of nurse Julie's skirt. Seeing that there was no one around, Wu Chang took off his shirt, revealing Julie's strong figure. While Julie's eyes were attracted, he pushed Julie's wall against the door, put his other hand on Julie's thigh, and lowered himself. And up, approaching the two keys. "Would you like to stay a little longer?" Julie pressed his hands on her legs, and the huge force prevented him from moving upward. "You can't touch them. In this sanatorium, the underground and fourth floors are restricted areas for patients, and approaching without permission is a major violation."
Wu Chang raised his eyebrows and pinched his palm slightly. "They can't be touched. Does that mean you can touch them here?" Julie approached Wu Chang and said angrily: "That depends on your performance." Looking at Julie's leaving figure, Wu Chang raised his eyebrows. His bet was right, this woman was indeed on his side. Without Julie's protection, Kington would never let him leave the activity room easily. The skin on the medical staff worked better than he thought. With such a cheap patron saint, no matter what misunderstanding she had about his identity, this misunderstanding must continue. After sending Julie away, Wu Chang immediately checked the harvest of the bloody last words. Player nickname: Don’t eat beef. Player Level: 1 (0/100) Lives: 8(5) Strength: 9 (5) Agility: 9 (5) Endurance: 7(5) Energy: 0(0) Inspiration: 52 (5) Will: 31 (5) (In parentheses are the average attributes of adult men aged 20-40.) Skills: Mamba elbow, firearm use (proficient).
Props: Silver Dawn, Goddess of Luck’s Favor. Talent: Transcendence. Compared with the previous attribute panel, after completing the Gambler's Bloody Last Words, his agility and willpower each increased by one point, and his inspiration increased by two points. Four attribute points may not seem like much, but according to the prompts on the game panel, you can only get five free attribute points for each level. The attribute rewards obtained by completing the Scarlet Last Word are close to one level improvement, so the benefits are quite considerable. What's more, in addition to attribute rewards, he also received a new game prop. He opened his pocket and took out three twenty-four-sided dice, with numbers from 1 to 24 engraved on them. "Item name: Goddess of Luck's blessing." "Item grade: D." "Item Skill: Strong Luck." "Throw three dice. When the numbers they throw are all 1, you can obtain the strong luck state, which will increase the success probability of the next luck-related choice. The improvement effect depends on the inspiration value." "Prop skill: Lead-filled dice." "Goddess of Luck takes extra care of those she cares about. She puts a little lead into the dice so that they will definitely roll a 1 when activated. This skill can be activated once per copy plane." Good guy, even Lady Luck is a cheater, right? After completing the gambler's bloody last words, he received four attribute points and a D-level prop. Even if he didn't know the market conditions in the Abyss game, he could guess that the value of the reward was extremely explosive. No wonder the game administrator suspected that he had activated it in the skill description of the talent. Why, Lady Luck poured lead into the dice and didn't allow him to open a small auxiliary plug-in? Being alone in the room, the time seemed extremely long. There was no computer or mobile phone at the moment. In order to kill time, he threw the three dice he had just obtained. The strong luck skill does not have a number of uses or a cooling time. It relies purely on luck. If three 1 points are thrown, it can save the number of uses of lead-filled dice. Can't you hide it once in a day? Two hours later, Wu Chang lay on the bed dejectedly, muttering in a low voice: "Yes, the probability of rolling a 1 on a twenty-four-sided die at the same time is less than one in 10,000. You, an African chief with a chance of having a big guarantee, will suffer from hypoglycemia even if you are awakened. It’s better not to dream.” As time passed, the sky quickly turned dark, and the nurses shook their bells to announce the arrival of night. Wu Chang got up from the bed and lit the kerosene lamp on the table. Using the light, he took out three dice again and activated the lead-filled dice. Three dice were thrown, spinning briefly and then stopping at the same time, neatly listing three ones. It's better to cheat. He put away the dice, moved the table to the center of the room, and sat on one side.
I don't know how long it took, but just when he was about to fall asleep, footsteps came from the quiet corridor. The sound of footsteps came from far away, and he estimated that it was almost there. He was about to get up and open the door, but found that the door that was locked from the inside opened by itself. Jinton pushed the door open and sat across from him. He smiled and said, "We encountered a little trouble, so we were delayed for a while." Judging from Kington's condition, he is in quite a lot of trouble. The nurses at Moonlight Sanatorium are all extremely fierce, and the patients they are responsible for guarding are certainly not good at all. Kington's hospital gown almost turned into blood, and he had at least dozens of wounds on his body, including stab wounds, blunt force injuries, and burns. Not counting these minor injuries, there was a deeper dent on Kington's round head than during the day, probably caused by someone hitting him hard with a blunt instrument. A square table leg was stabbed into his abdomen. Before he could pull it out, blood was still oozing from it. The reason why he didn't pull it out was probably that it was inconvenient to bandage with one hand. His left arm had been torn off from the shoulder down. If Kington lay down and pretended to be dead now, it would take several days for the forensic doctor to determine which part of the body was fatal. Another big handicap. Wu Chang tried his best to control the corners of his mouth and asked in a caring tone: "Brother Jinton, are you feeling well? Do you need to go to treatment first?" Kingdon grinned, revealing white teeth that were bleeding. "It's just a minor injury, don't worry about it. Brother Sean, what do you want to bet with me?" Wu Chang pretended to touch under the pillow, took out the Silver Dawn from his pocket, and slapped it on the table. "Brother Kington, do you know this?" Kingdon touched the silver dawn with his remaining right hand and sighed: "What an exquisite flintlock gun!" Wu Chang raised his eyebrows. The technological progress of the dungeon plane already included muskets, which could save him a lot of explanation time. "Brother Kingdon have seen a gun before?" Kington said: "I used it when I was serving before. I can guarantee that the flintlocks used by the royal family and nobles are not as good as it! Do you want to use it to make bets? Then I'm afraid I won't be able to come up with the corresponding chips." Wu Chang shook his head and explained: "No, it is a prop for gambling, not a bet. Where I live, there is a traditional gambling game called Russian Roulette." Kington looked curious, "What do you mean?" Wu Chang briefly demonstrated the firing principle of a revolver, opening the cylinder, taking out a bullet and filling it, rotating it and closing the cylinder. "The rules are very simple. There are six bullet slots. Only one of the bullet slots has bullets in it at the moment. You and I take turns pointing the gun at the forehead and pulling the trigger. The one who gets shot loses." He looked at the crimson resentment behind Kington and said, "If I lose, this gun will be yours. If you lose, I want the key to the white door in the underground area." Such simple and crude rules suited Kington's taste very much. He licked his lips and said: "No problem. The key you want is in my room. If you win, you can get it yourself. But I have a condition. I must turn the dial and fire the first shot."
"Okay." Wu Chang agreed readily. Jinton slapped a piece of paper on the table, inserted his thumb into the wound on his body, dipped it in blood, pressed his fingerprint on it, and then pushed it in front of Wu Chang. "To prevent defaulting after losing, we need to sign an agreement before we start. Is that okay?" There is only one simple sentence on the paper. "The winner gets everything, the loser gets nothing." Wu Chang had seen this agreement in his resentment. It had some kind of coercive power. Once signed, the loser in the gambling game would die on the spot, and even the players would not be able to resist. The power of the agreement comes from the huge crescent moon that occupies half of the paper. The outline of the moon is composed of countless complex curves. It is exquisite and gorgeous, as if it represents a powerful existence. Wu often cut his thumb with a dagger and pressed a fingerprint. "Of course it's no problem. If you're worried, I can still hook you up." "I hope you'll still be this optimistic for a while," Kington said. Kington picked up the gun, carefully checked the cylinder, and after confirming that there was no abnormality, he rotated the cylinder with one hand, inserted the bullet while the cylinder was still rotating, and closed the wheel. He put the muzzle of the gun to his forehead, and the smile on his face grew brighter. This gambling game called Russian Roulette seems random, but for a top gambler like him, it is not easy to control which bullet slot the bullet appears in based on his eyesight and skill. random? Nothing more random! If he fires the first shot, then Wu Chang will fire the last shot. He seemed to have seen the final result of the bet. After emptying the gun five times in a row, Wu Chang held the gun tremblingly, unable to pull the shot that was destined to shoot through the head. The despair of pushing himself into the abyss with his own hands will make Wu Chang fear, struggle, go crazy, and beg... In the end, he lost the bet because he gave up and was crushed to death by him like a bug. Watching the opponent at the gambling table step towards the cliff step by step, he couldn't get enough of it. This kind of pleasure was enough to cover up the pain in his body at the moment. "The gambling begins!" Kington shouted excitedly, pulling the trigger with his finger. While Kington pulled the trigger, Wu Chang picked up the wooden board that had been prepared to block the sprayed liquid. Putting down the wooden board, Wu Chang picked up the Silver Dawn with an expressionless face and wiped off the blood on it. The silver bullet can be reloaded at any time, which is really convenient to use.
