Days of being a patron saint in Yokohama

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was tied up, and his hands and feet were fixed on the stool in the center of the room. This stool was made of metal, and the stool feet were fixed on the floor of the room. The whole room was square, except for a bed in the corner. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was left sitting on this stool.

The entire room is unobstructed, and everything can be seen at a glance.

This is a cell specially built for Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Because Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's supernatural ability is too dangerous, supernatural agents don't dare to put him in an ordinary prison easily, and can only be taken out and locked up alone.In addition to monitoring, there are also regular patrols by the security personnel of the Supernatural Secret Service Section to ensure that no one with evil intentions fishes in troubled waters to rescue people.

But even in such a tightly supervised room, an uninvited guest still ushered in at this time.

This is a young man who looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in white clothes that look like a military uniform, with a plush hat on his head, pale, handsome, and looks a little weak.

When he appeared, none of the people patrolling near the prison showed up, so they should have been deliberately transferred away.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko thought it was a certain chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division coming to him, but he didn't take it seriously, he just opened his eyes to look at him and then continued to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Until the young man knocked on the tempered glass in front of him.

"Mr. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko." The boy called Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's name.

"What's the matter this time?" Shibusawa Ryuhiko didn't raise his head, "If it's still the same old way, don't tell me, I won't agree,"

"I'm not from the Supernatural Secret Service Division." The young man smiled, and his voice reached Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ears through the tempered glass.

"Impossible." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko sneered, "Except for people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division and the military police who can come to this place, no one else can enter at all."

"That's just normal. I'm not an ordinary person. I'm here just for you." The boy took off his hat and exposed his young face to the air, "Mr. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, you wish to leave Is this prison?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko opened his eyes completely when he heard the boy say that he was not from the Supernatural Secret Service.He actually didn't believe what this man said, he even thought that this man was specially sent by the Supernatural Secret Service Division to test him.

So now Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is indifferent.

This kind of thing is the favorite of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and it's not like it hasn't happened before. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is very familiar with it.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's daytime, not time to dream."

"Mr. Shibusawa, I am seriously communicating with you. Please stop making such vulgar jokes. I have the ability to release you. Of course, I also need a little reward from you."

This time Shibusawa Tatsuhiko did not immediately refuse.

He was thinking about the possibility that this person said, he really wanted to leave here, leave this cage that made him unable to breathe.

No one would like to live in prison, would like to be watched every move.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is also one of them.

After he was imprisoned, he regretted all the time, why did he expose his supernatural ability, if he didn't reveal his supernatural ability, then he would not be noticed by the people of the Supernatural Secret Service, let alone Grabbing is restricted.

Even though he is in prison now, Shibusawa Ryuhiko still has no intention of repenting.

He didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

He just hopes that his supernatural powers have never appeared.

"Let me introduce myself. You can call me Feordo. I came here specially to get your help."

"Speak straight, don't go around in circles."

"Don't you think this world is boring?"

"Your supernatural ability...you should also have a headache because of it."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko frowned, he felt a threat from this man, which was a perception of the same kind.

This man is of the same type as himself, but he is even crazier than himself. Since when has there been such a dangerous person in the special agent department?

No, this man is not from the Supernatural Secret Service.

People in the Supernatural Secret Service Division would not say that. They think they are a big trouble, they just think that they want everyone to die, and they are a big devil who does all kinds of evil.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko closed his eyes, as if resisting what this man named Feordo said.But he knew that he had already listened to the man's words in his heart.

Seems like a good idea to try.

What if... is true?

Even if it's really a full set, it's just death, so what else is he afraid of?

"I promise."

Feordo seemed a little surprised that Shibusawa Ryuhiko agreed so easily, but he just tilted his head and didn't go into details, "There is not much time left, so during this time, I will Let me arrange a plan for you to escape later."

"Bossang, would you like to play a game with me?" Dazai Osamu did not directly call out Boltz's name, but used a more intimate name as Boltz, as if trying to conceal Boltz's identity, Boltz didn't care about this, he had never played, so he just shook his head,

"It's okay, if you don't, I can teach you, and I have a lot of chips here." Osamu Dazai, who is good at manipulating people's hearts, is really good at gambling. When he first came, he only brought 10 yuan. Now these things on his table The chips are already a hundred times that of one hundred thousand.

In other words, the man Hachiya lost a full 1000 million here.

1000 million is nothing to 5000 billion. Even after spending money that ordinary people can't earn in a lifetime, he still doesn't respond. He just feels very unhappy that he keeps losing.

"You must have cheated, how could you keep guessing right?!"

Osamu Dazai didn’t change his clothes when he came, but his usual attire in the Port Mafia, wearing a white shirt and black suit, pants and a long and fat black suit jacket. He is not yet 16 years old this year. It looks like a child who steals an adult's clothes.

How could a kid like him win consecutive victories, unless the casino was cheating.

Does this kid have anything to do with this casino? ?

Because of the relationship with the casino, that's why the casino can keep cheating.

1000 million is indeed not much to him, but losing to such a kid makes him very upset.

"Uncle, you can't slander others for cheating just because their skills are inferior to others. There are too many people who are good at gambling in this world. Do you think everyone who wins you will be suspected of cheating?" Osamu Dazai looked A little angry, "This means that I have a good temper and won't care about you. If you say that to others, I will definitely sack you."

"You are just a child, how could you guess every one of them?"

"Isn't it very simple? Ears and brains are enough." For a genius like Osamu Dazai, this kind of gambling is just a game, as long as he wants to win, he can win, even cheaters don't need it .

If you have to cheat even if you win, what's the point of playing?

Of course, it takes careful planning to win.

The playing cards were randomly placed on the table, and Boltz was pressed by Osamu Dazai to sit in his original position. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a few cards. These cards were completely indistinguishable from other cards, and they were brand new just opened new cards.

Boltz himself couldn't tell what was abnormal here. The thin cards were turned out in the hands of the croupier, and they were distributed to the two of them with their consent.

Osamu Dazai leaned on the chair behind Boltz and tilted his head to look at the cards in his hand.

"You're lucky~" Osamu Dazai glanced at the cards in his hand and straightened up.

Boltz has a very clear understanding of his own abilities, and it's okay to let him rush forward to fight. If he really plays this kind of IQ game, he will definitely not be able to beat a monster like Osamu Dazai.

This guy has the same virtue as Mori Ogai, his stomach is darker than his own body, and he can squeeze out a pack of ink when he twists it.

Osamu Dazai disappeared for a long time, and he didn't know what he was doing these days.

I met Osamu Dazai in the casino today, and he was still staying with the target of the mission. I think he disappeared for the time to get in touch with the target of the mission. Coming here today might ruin his plan.

But since Osamu Dazai asked him to sit down here, he should have taken himself into consideration, and he had better not disturb Osamu Dazai's plan.

Boltz put the cards on the table, and he beckoned to Sakunosuke Oda, "Go and exchange some chips."

He felt that it was not very convenient to swipe a card, so he carried cash with him.

Boltz handed Odasaku a stack of [-] yuan bills in his wallet.

In this casino, his money is really nothing, let alone Hachiya’s extravagant spending. Osamu Dazai put all the chips in front of Boltz, "Isn’t there still a lot of money here? Why do you want to change it?" of?"

"That's your money, not mine." Boltz turned on the phone on the spot, started to Google how to play things like this, learned and sold them now, and placed the bargaining chips returned by Oda Sakunosuke in his own right hand side.

Hachiya was still angry at the fact that he had lost money, but now he saw a newcomer in Boltz replacing the man who had earned a lot of money, and suddenly became happy.

He can't play with this man, can't he play with this woman?This woman looked like a novice.

If he can't even beat a novice, then he might as well cut himself up on the spot.

"I'll teach you." Osamu Dazai leaned directly on the back of Boltz's chair. Oda Sakunosuke saw that Osamu Dazai started again, so he didn't feel embarrassed to disturb them.

He was even very sympathetic to this man.

Being targeted by Dazai Osamu deserves to be bankrupted.

That's not right, after being scammed, you might be happy to count money.

Osamu Dazai pointed at Poltz's card, and Poltz understood it.

"No cheating!" Hachiya, who had lost nearly 300 million more, had veins popping out of his forehead. He pointed at Boltz and Osamu Dazai to signal them to restrain themselves.

"The one just now doesn't count!"

"I didn't speak again!"

"He didn't see our cards, so it's not a violation." The croupier understood.

"Fuck!"

"Really, I'm so annoying." Osamu Dazai stood up and stretched his waist, "You should know everything I taught you."

Boltz raised his chin, "Leave it to me."

Boltz is indeed a novice, and he has played a total of three hands with the two hands taught by Osamu Dazai. These three hands are enough for him to understand the basic rules.

But betting on this thing requires one very important thing besides precise calculations,

That is luck.

Unfortunately, although Boltz has a bad temper and a low EQ, his luck is indeed frighteningly good.

Osamu Dazai didn't expect Boltz's understanding to be so high. He only taught him a few times, and he was already able to skillfully use the skills he taught him, and he could even dig holes for the opponent quietly.

And the other side didn't notice at all.

"Hmph, if you have a lot of money at home, children will come out and waste it. Today I must win you into pants!" Hachiya was very determined when he saw that Osamu Dazai got up and was not following Boltz to guide him.

Especially when I see the new cards in my hand, I am very confident.

Now this stinky brat will definitely not be able to win against himself without the help of others, and he will definitely be able to earn back all the losses he has lost