Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Walking through the glass plank road, you can see the magnificent decoration style of a five-star hotel.This is a huge cruise ship, and the decoration is painstaking. It seems that it wants to let all the people who board the cruise ship be enveloped in luxury.

Along the elegant royal gray railing, Osamu Dazai held Hill's hand, and the two of them carried the number plates that were distributed when they boarded the ship-used to distinguish their identities and ensure that they had a smooth journey without embarrassment.

The cruise ship has casinos, tennis courts, golf courses, swimming pools...all kinds of commercial street supporting facilities, as well as thousands of customized guest rooms modeled on the Shangri-La Hotel, and the complicated facilities can only be borne by a weight of 23 tons.

If he didn't know the organization behind the cruise ship, Hill would have thought that it was just a gathering of ordinary celebrities for sightseeing cruises. Who would have known that this was a place where luxurious clothes were used to hide filth, and every inch and even a glazed lamp here were In exchange for buying and selling people.

The identities of the guests are even more diverse, including high-class celebrities, even some famous big consortium bosses, and underworld cadres. After all, the "achievements" of an industry are always linked to various forces.

Hill and Osamu Dazai walked on the plywood, and some people passing by were attracted by such young guests. The two of them had outstanding appearance. If it wasn't for the brand on their wrist, they would think it was used to bid for goods later.

Through conversations with people around him, Osamu Dazai found out that the security manager of the cruise ship was called Stephen. He seemed to be a newcomer. When the traffic was low, the security guard would talk about him in private. It is said that he was resident on the cruise ship before and spent all day in the casino.

And his security manager position was still bought with the money he won in the casino. Hill guessed that he might have won too much money and was forcibly seized.

The cruise ship is not only open when the auction is being held. On weekdays, it is like a tireless traveler floating in the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean... and stops at ports in various countries.

There are also people who don't know who buy tickets online to play on the upper floors, and then go down after two days, without knowing the people coming and going under their feet, and what happened.

Hill thought that it was not that no one noticed that something was wrong with the cruise ship, but these negative news were never communicated to the outside world.

Perhaps Consia has a monitoring system like an iron barrel, and will take measures if something is wrong, and the sea is the best help to eliminate evidence.Of course, Hill prefers those with the ability to erase memory among them, otherwise the disappearance of so many people will attract the attention of the police in various countries.

"Is this the casino?"

The huge sky dome has a wider field of vision, and the huge branch-shaped metal chandelier illuminates the entire space brightly.

The central stage is surrounded by light blue smoke, and the neon lights reflect on the smooth floor.The reels in the hall look like stars projected by the sea, and the dials with yellow electronic lights on them are used for scoring.

Even though most of the guests are now dining or watching performances in the theater, the casino is still a busy place, and the noisy people in such a large venue cannot be seen at a glance.

It's not easy to find someone you've never met.

"Want to play? Little Hill?" Osamu Dazai pointed to the gaming table.

Hill nodded.

So he briefly explained the rules to Hill, and exchanged some chips at the front desk. The black chips collided in his palm, and the other hand took Hill's hand and walked towards the blackjack area.

The structure here is one-on-one. One dealer faces one customer. The dealer and the customer need to wear special gloves to prevent scratches from fingernails on the card surface and allow people to take advantage of the loopholes.

After leading Hill to an empty seat, Osamu Dazai walked to another adjacent table and sat down.

Hill tilted his head to look at him and asked curiously, "Aren't Dazai afraid that I'll lose all my chips?"

After all, she is too new to be a newbie.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the red and black poker cards in his hand and turned them over to the croupier, and leaned close to Hill to comfort him in a low voice, "It's okay, even if Little Hill loses all his money, I will try my best to win money to make up for it."

The reason why Hill was allowed to play with her was because she was afraid that she would be bored watching it by the side—it was not allowed to talk to other people after the game started.It is also a way for Osamu Dazai to coax his children.

"Relax." He smiled softly, "I believe that Xiao Xier will learn quickly because of his cleverness."

"Well, don't worry, Dazai." Hill nodded, and said seriously: "I won't let you lose all your underwear. At most, you will leave your hard work and bravery when you leave."

With a childish and cute face, he said witty words in a serious manner.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the croupier who was dealing the cards, moved his fingers, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, rubbed Hill's head hard, and pinched his cheek by the way.

So cute!

Little Hill~

"Hey, my little lady, the game is about to start." The gorgeous magnetic voice came from across from Hill, and it was a little numb just listening to it.

As soon as the words fell, a screen came down on the side adjacent to Hill and Osamu Dazai, blocking their sight.

Only then did Hill focus on the dealer with... a fancy voice. He was wearing a rich red and blue plaid jacket, lined with a silver-gray suit shirt and suit pants, and the uniform looked particularly tall on him.

This person wore a smiling face mask. The corners of the mask's mouth and eyes were as sharp as a knife point. It looked strange. A strand of silver hair hung down from the dark blue navy cap.

In addition, there was a faint fragrance of roses coming from his body.

A hint of interest flashed in Hill's eyes.

"I'm ready to start," she said with a smile.

The main point of 21 points is a card counting, which needs to be opened from a card box.

Compared with playing with up to six people, playing with two people seems to have a better chance of winning. However, it is not so easy for the casino to let the guests win the chips. Every croupier here is a trained card counting master.

To win they have to memorize every card accurately, and if a dishonest dealer is fast enough, they can't spot it in time with only their eyes.But listening to the words, she could also hear the sound of the cards sliding quietly on the table, which was what Osamu Dazai told her in advance to prevent her from being cheated.

Hill watched as the croupier in front of him used a card shuffler to shuffle the cards and put them into the rectangular card box, and then slid out the cards one by one.

After the cards were shuffled and the initial cards were dealt, the croupier did not announce the start immediately, but bent down slightly and approached Hill, stretched out a finger and asked, "Then let's ask questions first——Miss thinks you Is this a win or a loss?"

Hill found that when he started to ask questions, the pleasure brought by the words immediately increased. She blinked and looked at this interesting dealer fixedly, as if she wanted to look directly at the pair of crazy eyes with silk from under the dark hole of the mask. eye.

"Then big brother will guess whether I will answer or not?" She tilted her head cutely.

"Nonono, that's not okay, Miss, if you don't answer, the game won't go on." The silver-haired croupier shook his finger, and his voice suddenly softened.

Hill thought for a while and said, "Then I will lose this round."

"Oh? Why? Did the young lady feel that she couldn't beat me just now? You look like a confident child."

"No..." Hill frowned slightly, "Big brother is really strange, obviously you asked the question suddenly, but you immediately objected to the answer I gave."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I was rude." He said softly with a smile: "Then let's start."

After a game, Hill really lost.

"Oh~ Now announce the results of the previous question—congratulations, Miss, for getting the answer right!" He announced with an attitude as if Hill had won, full of emotion.

After playing a round, the silver-haired croupier did not ask whether to start the next round as stipulated by the system, but sat down and chatted, "May I take the liberty to ask a question, young lady?"

He rested his elbows on the dark green marble table, and before Hill could answer, he asked with great interest, "Why do you think you will lose? Do you think that you are not favored by the goddess of luck as you said before, or..."

He imitated Hill's way of tilting his head: "What doubts did you find?"

Hill: "..." The talkative person, before she said anything, he started to blew himself up.

I can't help but wonder, if I don't talk to him, will this big brother be unable to hold back and directly describe the "process" of his playing cards?Maybe it will be explained and demonstrated again.

He is an overly lively and restless person, but it is also very dangerous. If you ignore him, you may anger him. After thinking about it, Hill gave up this idea. It is not suitable for disputes at present, and it is better to keep a low profile.

"I did find out." Hill pretended to be mysterious.

"Oh? Talk about it!"

"Big brother is a magician, right?" Hill also propped his elbows on the table.

He leaned forward in amazement, the scent of roses lingered around Hill, "Wow, how did the little lady find out?"

Sure enough, I answered directly...don't question it.

Hill suppressed his helplessness, smiled and explained to him: "Big brother has a very strong rose fragrance. I found that when the poker cards are dealt on the table, individual cards have different degrees of fragrance, and it is thick and heavy."

"It should have been tampered with, and roses and tampered cards... this combination, forgive me for thinking of a magician at the first time in my mind. By the way, the big brother wears a mask that is often worn by a famous magician when performing. mask."

As soon as the words fell, there was continuous applause in front of Hill, "What a wonderful reasoning!"

Hill thought to himself: This is not a brilliant reasoning, it is because the people in front of me have exposed too many flaws.

"Since you have guessed my identity, as a reward...ah, that's good, why don't I perform a magic trick for the little lady!" He said to himself, a few poker cards suddenly appeared in his hand, without showing the number , there are only three obliquely arranged rhombuses of different sizes.

Seeing that he was about to impromptu, Hill was taken aback for a moment, this person is too out of touch...

The silver-haired croupier shuffled the cards, and under the control of his long fingers, the cards were turned over to face him, spread out on the table like a fan, and raised his hand to signal Hill to draw.

Hill chose one at random, and at his signal, drew two more and put them down one by one.

"Then let's get started."

The silver-haired croupier pulled out a silver coin from his pocket, and threw it into the air with a "ding--", the silver-white coin spun rapidly, reflecting crystal light.

Then with a snap, he clasped his hands together, and when he opened his hands again, a white carrier pigeon flew out suddenly.

The carrier pigeon circled the air for a circle, and was attracted by the bird food in his hand and landed on his palm, only to see the silver-haired croupier clasped his hands together again.

The deep voice seemed to be telling a story, "A bird born in a cage is unaware of its own destiny, even if it is released from the cage, it will not pursue the taste of freedom on its own, or even know whether it is free, how sad it is."

When he let go of his hand, the carrier pigeon disappeared, and it seemed to be the same coin lying flat on his palm. Only then did Hill see the pattern on the coin clearly—it was a carrier pigeon locked in an exquisite cage.

Hill's full attention was absorbed, watching with rapt attention, expressing astonishment and

appreciate.

Under the mask of the silver-haired croupier, the corners of his mouth twitched in satisfaction,

With a swipe, the silver coin in his hand suddenly ignited a blue flame, and within a few seconds it turned into a ball of silver liquid in his hand.

"So - everything that hinders freedom should be burned. If you want to have freedom, you must cut off all possible shackles that bind you."

So the bird on the coin melted, along with the cage—along with the coin itself.

"Look—" He gently twisted the silver liquid in his hand, and a pink and white flower appeared in his palm, which looked like a bird with wings spread out.

White wings, pink beak and belly feathers.

This is the bird of paradise, which symbolizes the flower of freedom.

He suddenly leaned over, and gently inserted the elegantly shaped flower into Hill's hair.

"It really matches Miss." He sat down again and looked at Hill carefully with his chin propped up.

"Thank you for your blessings." Hill lightly touched the flowers on his hair, and praised sincerely: "Big Brother's magic is amazing!"

This sentence obviously pleased him, and the silver-haired croupier chuckled.

Hill flipped over and drew the three cards—Bird, Caged Bird, Flame, and no Bird of Paradise.

It's really amazing, she was very sure that she drew the cards completely by her own will, he didn't look at them, and he didn't do anything, the back of the cards didn't have a strange smell... and didn't use any special abilities.

He was quiet for a while, grasping the surprised and happy face of the girl in front of him with admiring eyes.

He sat up straight suddenly, "Then let me ask you—what did the little lady learn from this performance?"

The eyes behind the smiling mask seemed to be quite oppressive, and the meaning of the tone became unclear.

... live teaching?

But Hill quickly realized that he wasn't asking her about magic tricks...it was about his performance and those few words.

"Is it about freedom?" she asked.

He nods.

Hill touched the flowers on his head and said with emotion: "Freedom... I believe it is difficult for anyone to hate freedom."

"But some people just give up their freedom in such a sad way." The dark blue navy cap casts a shadow in the light.

"Indeed, whether they are aware of it or not, and whether they are spontaneous or not, most people unknowingly confine themselves in various cages. Sometimes it is difficult to even break the status quo. Doing so is at the same time contrary to freedom."

Hill continued: "Maybe it's to protect something... But it's more about indulging in the comfort zone of my own structure, subtly turning myself into a prisoner, and losing the desire I once wanted to pursue."

"That's right...that's right, freedom is to guide the light of the whole life, and I prefer to help others. When I meet such a lost person, I will habitually help him." He seemed full of emotion again.

The silver-haired croupier slowly approached, and whispered: "I hope that such an interesting young lady won't be discovered by me as such a bad girl."

"..." Helpful?

Hill remembered that the coin—the bird on the silver coin with the cage—melted as well as the silver coin itself...extremely helpful?

"Big brother said that freedom is light, but..." Hill suddenly looked at the person in front of him firmly, "If you carry such a heavy freedom behind your back, won't the shadow cast in front of you?"

Isn't it a kind of shackles to pursue freedom too deliberately?

"Looking at it this way, it seems that everyone is the same regardless of whether they are free or not." Hill said with a smile.

"..."

same?

The silver-haired dealer suddenly fell silent.