Group Pet Career in Yokohama

The screens on both sides were suddenly put down, Osamu Dazai glanced at the two of them, his expression was complicated for a moment, but soon he smiled lightly and said: "Is Xiao Xie not playing anymore? Do you want to go to see other projects with me?" .”

Hill nodded, and turned to smile at the silver-haired dealer, "Big brother, it was a pleasure talking to you, I'm leaving, we have a chance to see you again."

Silver-haired dealer: "..."

He nodded silently, as if he hadn't escaped from Hill's childish words just now.

Hill waved his hand and took the initiative to hold Osamu Dazai's hand and walked out.

If freedom is also a kind of bondage, then what is worth staying in this damp and dull world...?

... No, he won't give up easily.

Seeing the little girl not caring about her back, the boy who was with the girl suddenly turned his head, his eyebrows and eyes curved into beautiful arcs, but his eyes were deep and revealed an unknown chill.

The silver-haired dealer provocatively gave him a curtain call.

After dinner, there are more and more people in the casino.

Because Hill was no longer interested in participating in other gambling games, he followed Osamu Dazai to watch, and he also tried his best to choose some more interesting events.

Red and black numbers were quickly brushed across the vertical dial, and the scarlet sieve decorated with black dots flew over the table like a fish, and the crisp sound fell on the jade plate like beads.

Hill saw that he was able to cross all kinds of roulettes and gambling tables with ease-even the most skilled gamblers would avoid roulette-gambling-that 5.00% win rate of [-]% was like a sharp knife something that hurts.

He is like a calm and absent-minded old hand, controlling everything on the gambling table, facing him against the dealer, following the unfavorable rhythm, cold sweat drips from his forehead.Unknowingly, they are surrounded by many people, including drunken gamblers and people who join in the fun.

Seeing Osamu Dazai win another game against the banker, there were bursts of exclamations all around,

"What a god!"

"A boy favored by the god of luck!"

"Boldness is what counts."

"Yeah, these few games are all gambling games with scary odds. If you win, your chips will be doubled. If you lose, you won't be paid enough. You will be detained by the casino!"

"Well, it's not much better than Stephen before."

……

Not only did he observe the behavior of his opponents when Osamu Dazai was playing, Hill also paid attention to the people around him when he had nothing to do, and deduced the identity of these people from their language and character.

In the discussion, they are basically fanatical gamblers who like to hang out in major casinos. They are hopeless extreme players and basically have no expectations of themselves, because even if they win a large sum of money, they will be unable to control themselves and continue to invest many times. Go to the gambling market, until in the end all games are lost.

Luck is a thing of metaphysics. Sometimes you gamble your money, and then you lose your fortune. But as long as you keep on gambling, you will lose everything. Once you become greedy, you can't stop it.

Every qualified gambler has prepared for the worst before stepping into the casino.Therefore, it is inevitable to look forward to the victorious people even more, in order to get their "good luck".

Unlike these people who join in the fun, the casino is about to start worrying, Hill thought.

Moreover, she probably understood Dazai Osamu's intentions.

"Are you bored? Little Hill?" Osamu Dazai turned around and smiled.

Hill shook his head, "No."

But when did Dazai become so verbose?

The crowd was crowding inward, like a school of fish on the bottom of the sea. At this moment, a croupier who had been watching for a long time squeezed out of the crowd anxiously. He hurriedly pressed the elevator, reached the management, and reported the situation to the casino manager on duty.

The last time I faced this situation was two months ago.

The manager on duty called the general manager again, and reported it layer by layer, as if he was facing an enemy.

It’s not that the casino can’t afford to lose, it’s just——in just over two hours, the chips in Osamu Dazai’s hands have gradually doubled from one hundred to the quadratic power, and the casino’s profit for more than a month has been lost. The old bottom loses the rhythm of light, so it is bound to not let it go until a profit black hole is formed.

To put it bluntly, they already have experience in dealing with this kind of thing.

The chips on the table piled up like a hill—all of them were chips of the largest denomination, and they were in a shaky posture, but Dazai Osamu, who seemed to be not enjoying himself enough, ignored it and threw it on top.

Until he was reminded by Hill, a small stool next to him.

So he turned to the waiter standing aside and smiled politely: "Hello, please exchange it for me." He was still playing with the dice in his hand, and seemed to be full of energy.

The waiter smiled awkwardly but politely, and asked respectfully, "Good sir, would you like to exchange it as a check or cash, or you can deposit it at our cashier office."

Without waiting for Osamu Dazai to answer, he quickly added: "But for cash, please forgive us that our casino can't give out so much cash at the moment, and it takes time to allocate funds by writing checks, maybe..."

He looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes drifted away.

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to notice it, so he pondered for a while and said, "Then let's deposit it at the exchange office first."

With a professional smile on his face, the waiter used the walkie-talkie to call a few security guards, and moved the things away in an orderly manner.

Unknowingly, Hill and Osamu Dazai have changed positions opposite each other.

It was a young man, wearing a well-tailored white suit with silver dark stripes, black hair and purple eyes, pale and handsome.

When he put his eyes on people, he was calm and focused, with a bit of pressure, but when he looked back carefully, that gaze

It seemed to turn into an indescribable melancholy temperament.

"I'm Stephen." After introducing himself, he smiled lightly and pointed to the table as a signal: "Do you want to play a game with me, sir?"

Moving his gaze from his fingers to his upright sitting posture, Hill thought to himself, isn't this already sitting down consciously.

An intriguing light flashed in Osamu Dazai's eyes, and he returned a superficial smile, "I've heard about Stephen's reputation in the Conseya Cruise Casino, please."

He extended his hand politely as a gesture of invitation.

Stephen nodded, and the waiter beside him placed the chips prepared in advance one by one.The black, red and blue chips were arranged neatly by him one by one slowly, and there were more people around.

There was a new croupier at the gaming table, and Osamu Dazai was the next croupier.

Several people decided the first mover by winning the size of the dice. Osamu Dazai rolled the highest number of points, so he went first. He did not show his style as a gambler as before, and made a small bet first, so Stephen also followed the small bet.

Seeing that these two people were so cautious, even the croupier didn't dare to bet too much.

The two conducted a few rounds of probing without any pain, but the nerves of the people around and the croupier, who had no interest, were tense.

While watching the game seriously, Hill suddenly smelled the familiar scent of roses. She looked in the direction of the smell, and as expected, the silver-haired dealer who played blackjack with her before stood tall and straight behind her.

Seeing that Hill's attention was attracted to him, he tilted his head slightly, his slender white fingers slowly climbed onto the smiling face mask, and the bone white mask was removed from his face, revealing a porcelain white complexion no less than that of the mask, golden eyes with translucent luster Yiyi stared at Hill.

He stretched out his hand behind his back, but snapped his fingers suddenly, and a hot and rich rose was handed to Hill.

"Miss, we met again, we are destined." The magnetic and gorgeous voice was filled with a deep smile.

Hill opened his eyes of the same color: "...Huh?"

Are you so deliberate?