If you become a monster, you will succeed

Under the dim light, all kinds of mummies fell to the ground in pieces, that is to say, there is no law to protect corpses in this world of entertainment to death, otherwise Belitt's dissection alone would be enough to be sent to prison.

But it's normal to think about it carefully. After all, in this world, there is a world of prosthetic bodies per capita. If the corpses are not allowed to be disposed of after death, wouldn't the merchants who recycle the prosthetic bodies become black merchants? Wouldn't the businessmen who sell the data used by prosthetics become hackers? And those that collect drug data, collect pathological features, collect...

Perhaps at the beginning, this was illegal, but as those in need lowered the bottom line again and again, it would naturally become legal.

However, the viewers are too lazy to care about these dismembered corpses that would be quite eye-catching if placed in other live broadcast rooms (that’s an autopsy! It’s to explore the cause of death! by Belitt). Their attention has always been on the host Not even a light on the gaming table.

At this time, the two ghosts in front of the gaming table have fallen into a somewhat hysterical state. Only the long-haired croupier who was pulled over can maintain a stable mood, but judging from her actions of dealing cards, it seems that there is something Afraid of being shot to death by the two ghosts at the gambling table.

This gamble has lasted for nearly an hour so far. While the host of Belitt is constantly extracting diseased organs that seem to have problems, the chips in front of the two ghosts are constantly decreasing.

Now there are only three black coins left in the ghost hand's chips, and there are still 33 chips in the dice gambler's chips.

It's not that the gamblers have a better chance of winning, because if you look carefully, you will find that there are no human faces on these chips, but embossed dice.

Yes, the gambler lost all his chips ten minutes ago, and now with the thirty-three chips, he lost the rest after drawing a hundred chips from himself.

In the live broadcast room at this time, no one in the bullet screen said such frustrating words like "Don't gamble, the anchor". related lines.

As viewers, they don't even know what the anchor's hole cards are, but just like this - or someone deliberately wants the anchor to lose in the command, Mr. Belitt actually loses less and wins more. If he just came to the live broadcast today At that time, it still looked a little sub-healthy citrus, but now, the healthy complexion, the clear eyes, and the hair quality that seems to have added special effects, it seems that the aura of life is about to overflow!

"Oh, really, these corpses have been dead for at least three years. Are you sure this casino is closing down now? Or is it that too many people died in this casino, and they finally started to be traced, so they left everything to the ghosts and ran away ?”

Belitt stood up with his back to the gaming table, rubbed his sore waist from squatting for a long time, but found that his waist was not sore at all, he was quite surprised and said:

"Hey, you're not tired? Could it be which protein powder you used recently? Well, go back and talk to the other party. If you're willing to pay, you can help him bring the goods..."

[The protein powder of God Meow, ghost brand protein powder, right? 】

【Pooh! Anchor, what do you think of Stud in Texas Hold'em? 】

Seeing someone breaking the rules and making complaints about it, some spectators who watched the excitement jumped out and sent a barrage to suppress it. When Belitt saw the barrage, he shook his head and said:

"Poker is different from simple slot machines and guessing dice. In addition to luck, psychological warfare is also a crucial part. The focus of this zero-sum game is to scare the opponent, and stud itself is a kind of momentum."

As soon as the words fell, his body aged in a way visible to the naked eye. While forming hundreds of chips in front of the gaming table, Belitt staggered under his feet and almost fell——

"Good guy, it's not that I'm in good health, it's that I'm numb... It looks like the host needs to drink some goji berries too. Alas, let's stop here today and clean up the samples first."

Belitt sighed, but the audience ignored him. Instead, they all unfolded the holographic mode one by one, staring at the two ghosts beside the gaming table.

The ghost grabbed his hole card with his hand, looked at it twice, and then waved his hand, while the gambler with only thirty-three chips left in front of him seemed to be red-eyed, stretched out his tentacles again, and pulled him from his body. A lot of coins fell on the gaming table.

Although there was no sound at all, almost all the audience could feel the last fight of the bad gambler who had been driven to the end by gambling.

"In the final analysis, once stud, there is no way out. This in itself is a way to give up all skills. Generally speaking, there are only two situations where stud is chosen. The first is the last fight. When there is no room for turning around, but When it is impossible to give up, on the one hand, it is trying to scare the opponent away, of course, it may also be to lure the enemy to take the bait, and the second is the opening stud. Leave everything to luck..."

Seeing that no one picked up the stubble of wolfberries, Belitt didn't spend much, but took out the ziplock bag, carefully packed the dry heart, eyeballs, and lung lobes, and labeled them, and kept talking about the past. topic.

It was very fitting that in front of the gambling table, the white ghost held two remaining black chips (one bottom in each round) in his hand, raised his legs, and quietly watched the croupier deal the cards to both sides.

The gambler seemed to have hurt Yuanyuan by pulling out this handful of chips, even the ghost image became extremely illusory, and even used the tentacles to grab the cards when looking at the cards.

On the anchor's side, no one looked at the cards at all, and everyone could only see the four tiles laid out on top of each other.

Although it was a tense game, there was no sense of epicness at this time. There were no 3 old kings vs. 3 preserved eggs, and no straight flush of hearts vs. straight flush of spades. Both sides had miscellaneous cards, even a flush No need to gamble.

But small cards also have small cards. When the croupier helped the anchor uncover the small three in the bottom card and made a pair, the dice gambler instantly waved its tentacles, got up and rushed towards the anchor.

Although the cards haven't been played yet, everyone understands that this is losing their temper and losing their temper!

However, the anchor's luck, as always, is still playing a role. With the fury of the dice gambler, the chips turned into streamers of light, like a meteor shower, and fell into the anchor's body, which can almost be observed with the naked eye. The aura of life ignited a handful of golden flames, and the dice flew out.

The gambler was like a boulder floating in the water, bouncing back and forth between the ceiling and the gaming table several times before finally disappearing in the darkness, and the pale ghost gripped the three chips firmly, and then flew away. Back in front of the anchor, like testing the temperature while drinking tea, he carefully touched the anchor's shoulder. After going back and forth several times, he carefully stopped on the anchor's shoulder, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The long-haired female ghost looked around, and found that she seemed to have nothing to do, and immediately fled the casino, leaving only Belitt anchor who seemed to have noticed nothing, carrying a bag into the water, heading towards the nearby to the police station.

[Fuck, what kind of luck is this! 】

The same barrage filled the entire live broadcast room almost instantly, and it was at this moment when emotions were bursting that a new entry slowly took shape in Feng Xue's body...

The physical condition is not very good recently, the update is a bit unstable, sorry