Forces of Temptation

Hearing the name "Russian Roulette", Jiang Fang's hand holding the card paused, and with a pair of smoky gray cold eyes, he looked over the cards in his hand and looked at Yuan Mingqing carefully.

Qu Jinsha, who was holding the 3 of Hearts, dropped the cards and looked at Yuan, Ming and Qing as well.

After a while, his smile stretched, and his words showed rejection: "Mr. Yuan, you may have misunderstood. We have the highest bet limit."

Yuan Mingqing said: "Then I will add another rule: both players can quit the game at any time, but they need to pay a withdrawal fee of 10 points."

Qu Jinsha shaved his stubbled scalp with his fingers: "Sorry, Mr. Yuan, we don't have—"

"Boss Qu, you have it." Yuan Mingqing interrupted him calmly, "If you didn't have such a gambling tool, you would have said it from the beginning."

His eyes were as quiet as a bottomless cold pool: "Is it the 'Dou Zhuan' way of hospitality to deceive guests?"

Qu Jinsha sighed, said "wait a moment", got up and left temporarily.

... The order of the "king" is inherently irresistible.

Li Yinhang was confused by the conversation between the two.

Since Nan Zhou had played roulette before, she naturally thought that the so-called "Russian roulette" was a Russian-style game based on the universal roulette rules.

But in this way, Qu Jinsha's opinion seemed extraordinarily strange.

——Yuan Mingqing proposed "0 bet", why did Qu Jinsha imply that Yuan Mingqing set the bet limit high?

On the other side, Dai Xuelin, who had suffered a great loss in this way, heard the word "roulette", his legs tightened, and he took the lead in protesting without waiting for a search in his brain: "Didn't you gamble on this? "

Dai Xuebin grabbed his palm and squeezed it secretly, with a somewhat solemn expression, motioning him to check first before speaking.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang whispered to their ears: "Specific rules?"

While Jiang Fang was explaining the rules to Nan Zhou, Dai Xuelin also retrieved the basic rules of "Russian Roulette".

After a brief browsing, he was as silent as his brother.

The gamble is a revolver, and only one bullet is filled in the six magazine slots.

After the filling is completed, the magazine is closed, and after the two sides rotate the wheel in turn, aim the gun at their own temples and fire a blind shot.

This is a gamble that essentially uses the brain as a wager, winning money and losing life.

Nowadays, everyone has their own points more or less. Once one of the two players in the game is unfortunately shot in the brain, the newly formed five-member team of the two sides will immediately fall into a state of five missing one.

The 10 points wager set by the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, to put it bluntly, is money for life.

The essence of this game is to compete with whoever is timid first and whoever gives up first.

"Rumeng" was speculating on the purpose of Yuan, Ming and Qing's setting up, but couldn't figure out whether it was good or bad for a moment.

On the "Cubic Ark" side, no matter who it is, even Chen Sufeng, who is new to the team, has more than 10 points.

As long as one of them dies, "Rumeng" will take advantage of it greatly.

However, the rules require both players to shoot themselves.

They are high-dimensional people. If they commit data suicide, it will not be as simple as "losing the game".

They will start the self-destruct program by default, and they will immediately collapse into a handful of sand and die in this game, just like the thousands or tens of thousands of human players who died.

As for the "Li Ark", Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou were all aware of Yuan, Ming and Qing's thoughts.

It stands to reason that although they lost a game and their luck was slightly lower, they were not at the point of betting their lives anyway.

From his standpoint, Yuan Mingqing obviously wanted to show his favor to Gao Wei.

However, the people of Gaowei absolutely cherish their lives.

On this point, Yuan Mingqing's thinking is quite clear, just to force the high-dimensional people to retreat despite difficulties and give up on their own.

Although it was obvious that Chen Sufeng's life was being used as a game, since Chen Sufeng had agreed in advance, they had no right to comment.

At least Chen Sufeng didn't make any comments after listening to the rules. He just lowered his eyes and looked at the green velvet cloth beside the table.

...Choosing a high-dimensional person as a teammate does require taking certain risks.

Soon, Qu Jinsha went back and forth, bringing their simplest gambling equipment so far.

A dark, heavy revolver lay across the center of the gaming table, with a yellow brass bullet beside it.

One is cold and the other is warm, two tones, the oily light of the gun body and the glazed light of the bullet echo each other, devouring each other's brilliance.

Jiang Fang picked up the revolver empty-handed.

The gun passage is unobstructed, there is no foreign object blocking, the fire line is also intact, and there is no risk of explosion.

The smell of roasted blue is very new. Qu Jinsha probably has never used it since he got it, but the maintenance must have never been lost.

He turned the magazine with his fingertips, making sure it was running smoothly without any snags.

After confirming that there was no problem, he handed over the gun to "Rumeng" and asked them to send a representative to check.

Wen Jiasheng took it suspiciously, and also checked carefully according to the knowledge of firearms in his mind, for fear that Jiang Fang would do more things in it.

Seeing the wariness of the two parties, Qu Jinsha smiled wryly: "This is indeed a gambling tool I exchanged for points, but it is for self-defense. I haven't used it since I bought it, and it is almost brand new."

Wen Jiasheng turned a deaf ear and lowered his head to check.

Qu Jinsha clearly felt that both the "Cubic Ark" and "Like a Dream" were slipping into the abyss hand in hand.

At the beginning, neither the proud Dai brothers nor Jiang Fang Nanzhou, who came to challenge, probably would not have imagined that they would go to the point where they let their own people point guns at their heads and fight each other with their lives.

He also sat on this carriage to hell, and set off to the end of the abyss with them to witness the result of the game of human nature.

But Qu Jinsha didn't panic, instead, a dark fire of excitement began to ignite around him.

To him, this is the horror of gambling and the highest charm.

……

Chen Sufeng gently placed the 4 of hearts on the edge of the table, touched the edge with his index finger, and slowly pushed it forward, looking for the owner of the "7".

His opponent this time was none other than Jiang Zhengping who had just swept away 5 points from Li Yinhang in the previous match.

Jiang Zhengping crossed his arms and looked at Chen Sufeng, just like he did with Li Yinhang, trying to dissect him from the inside out.

Judging from his bones, Chen Sufeng should not be more than 22 years old. Calculated by human age, he should be the youngest person in the entire gambling table.

It's just that the light in his eyes is very strange, half of it is hidden between the drooping eyelids, making it difficult to see clearly; the other half, like ashes of death, occasionally rolls up a little black and red light, which cannot penetrate his heart.

He asked, "Who goes first?"

There is a one-sixth probability, and it doesn't make much sense who comes first and who comes next.

Chen Sufeng didn't speak, leaned forward and grabbed the handle of the gun, supported the tablecloth with the muzzle of the gun, used it as a fulcrum for his body, and slowly stood up.

He said softly: "Mr. Jiang, I don't know how to reload, teach me."

After filling one of the six bullet slots, Chen Sufeng closed the mirror-like cover and handed the gun to Yi Shuige.

"Mr. Yi, please turn around."

Yi Shuige shrugged: "Sure."

In order to show justice, Yi Shuige turned his back, covered his eyes with a black cloth, turned the roulette-like gun case casually, and grasped it again amidst the rattling sounds of clockwork. Rotating gun case.

In this way, even people with the best dynamic vision and judgment cannot judge the current position of the bullet.

The pistol was handed over to Chen Sufeng, and Chen Sufeng hooked the trigger with his fingertips inexperiencedly.

Jiang Zhengping keenly noticed the trembling of his arm muscles, and an unconscious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The gun itself is not light, but with the arm strength of a grown man, Chen Sufeng wouldn't tremble so badly.

Yes, he was young, and he was afraid of death.

But he didn't know what Chen Sufeng was thinking now.

Chen Sufeng was indeed young.

That was the first time Chen Suye brought Yu Tuisi home. Only Chen Sufeng, who was a high school student, hid in the room and avoided seeing him.

In the afternoon, the thud-thump-thump of basketball hit the floor, slapping out the youth's full of resentment.

At that time, Chen Sufeng tried to interrupt their conversation through noise.

After sweating all over in the air-conditioned room, the door rang twice from the outside. Yu Tuisi, who was wearing a white shirt, leaned against the door and asked him, "Would you like a Coke?"

He stared angrily at this strange and beautiful man, trying to pick out even the slightest unsatisfactory thing from him.

After staring like a fighting cock for a while, he was suddenly discouraged and held the basketball in his arms with both hands: "Drink."

... He was also afraid of death.

That day, I, who was only slightly injured, could only shake my hands and sign the death notice of my brother and the critical illness notice of Yu Tuisi.

On the first day Yu Tuisi was transferred from the ICU, he still needed a comprehensive observation.

That night, Yu Tuisi had a fever again.

Yu Tuisi was lying on the hospital bed, his face was the same snow-white color as the quilt, he was delirious from the fever, and he mistook him for his brother.

With a hoarse voice, he asked with a smile, "Why are you here? Before, you were most afraid of ghosts. How did you become a ghost?"

Even in the chaos, he is still sober, and he refuses to deceive himself in the slightest.

Chen Sufeng swallowed, not daring to cry out: "I came to see you... just to see you."

Yu Tuisi stopped talking.

With tears streaming down his face, Chen Sufeng tried his best to imitate Chen Suye's tone, telling self-deceiving lies: "I came to call you in your dream, Tuisi, you should wake up, as long as you wake up, everything will be fine—"

If it wasn't because he insisted on getting angry with Yu Tuisi, his brother would not have specially planned this parent-child trip.

Chen Sufeng was at a loss, but he knew what it meant to be heartbroken.

The way Yu Tuisi watched him slowly changed.

It was as if he had found the thread from a mess and slowly tore it off, revealing the truth behind it.

He stared at a tear in the corner of his eye, unable to wipe it away for him, he just said softly: "I'm sorry, you are not him, I recognized the wrong person."

"Thank you, Sufeng."

……

Chen Sufeng was really afraid of death.

But he was never afraid of his own death, only the death of others.

He didn't mention to anyone what happened to him in the last dungeon.

It was a time-limited hostage rescue match, similar to the movie "Chain Saw" he had watched with his brother and sister-in-law.

Yu Tuisi, who had limited mobility, was forcibly separated from him from the very beginning.

He was anxiously stuck to the time limit all the way, with injuries all over his body and full of anger, he rushed to the finish line.

Only one close.

All he needed was to hit the target with the only three arrows, cross a distance that could not be approached by manpower alone, and stop the constantly rotating gears.

In this way, Yu Tuisi, who was placed on the edge of the roof, would not fall from the iron plate that kept tilting towards the bottom of the abyss and fall off the hundred-foot-high building.

Chen Suye was a member of the archery club during his lifetime, and he liked to hang out with his friends during holidays.

At the 50-meter target, he can hit the red heart with a little glance.

At that time, he would tilt his head and give Brother Yu a playful smile. Chen Sufeng, a young man who was left alone, was jealous of his brother's eccentricity and gritted his teeth.

But Chen Sufeng can't.

As Yu Tuisi said, he is not an elder brother.

Even though he has grown up, he is not an older brother after all.

Moreover, his right hand should have been unable to lift up long ago.

The skin on the surface of the right arm was swollen in a large area, and it was ripe and red. The skin looked intact, but the muscles inside had been seriously injured.

His bow hand trembled so that he couldn't aim at all.

But Chen Sufeng didn't remember this, he only remembered his own powerlessness.

He raised it up, put it down again, exhausted all his strength to grab his right wrist, trying to use more intense pain to awaken the muscle's mobility.

Muscles trembled and trembled, he raised his bow with all his strength, and said the other party's name in a low voice, trying to find a fulcrum for his spirit.

"...Brother Yu."

"Brother Yu."

But no is no way.

Chen Sufeng lowered his arms.

The quiver was empty, only an empty bow remained.

And Yu Tuisi, who had been waiting for him to come, had reached his limit.

Following the raised angle of the metal plate, his body leaned backwards alone, like a thin kite.

Yu Tuisi stared at Chen Sufeng from afar, the content in his gaze was so far away that Chen Sufeng couldn't read clearly.

He said something to Chen Sufeng, but Chen Sufeng didn't understand lip language, he only vaguely remembered that sentence was not short.

After leaving those words, Yu Tuisi's body crossed the last inch of balance and rolled backwards heavily.

After that, Chen Sufeng was left alone.

His heart was split in two, but he was still alive.

He should be alive, he should join the "Cube Ark", and he should still make a wish.

Chen Sufeng's thinking is so clear, but unfortunately, it is as weak as his desire to live.

……

"Are you trying to stall for time?"

Jiang Zhengping's voice dragged him out of the mire of myths.

He looked at his hands and thought he was back at that moment when his life was hanging by a thread.

When the huge exhaustion and pain in the hallucination left him, he calmly mobilized the muscles that had already returned to normal under the treatment, aimed at his temple, and pulled the trigger.

There was a long silence in the ears.

He lowered his arms and pursed his lips lightly into a smile.

There is nothing the King of Hades can do if he refuses to accept it.

He pushed the gun to Jiang Zhengping's eyes: "It's your turn."

When Chen Sufeng gestured to his forehead with a gun, Jiang Zhengping didn't feel anything wrong.

With a one-sixth probability, it is also difficult to hit it.

Until the cold muzzle of the gun, when the unpleasant oily gas from the gun body mixed with the unique cold and raw smell came to his nostrils, his legs were instinctively forced to soften.

This is the fear that any creature should have in the face of death.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but for the first time, he found that the saliva contained rich and complex flavors, mixed with a little bloody smell, which made his throat sore.

The carpet under the feet became extraordinarily soft, gravity completely failed at this moment, the person seemed to have no roots, the feet clearly stepped on the ground, but the person walked up like smoke.

Jiang Zhengping's breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't feel it evenly. The finger that was firmly hooking the trigger was also affected, and the trigger sank slightly under pressure, but he couldn't actually pull it down.

What if.

If this shot goes down, he really gets lucky, and he will become a ball of data garbage...

does it worth?

However, Jiang Zhengping didn't allow himself to think about it, his fingers moved before thinking, and he snapped the trigger.

click.

Empty gun.

Jiang Zhengping's rationality and thinking were not really in place until this time, and a burst of almost suffocating fear came belatedly, forcing him to gasp out of breath.

However, before he could catch his breath, Chen Sufeng quickly took the adjusted gun from Singer Yi Shui, pointed it at his temple, and fired fiercely.

When the familiar sound of stuttering sounded, the young desperado raised his eyes, there was no threat, only compassion.

It's just that the compassion was empty, not for him, but for some wandering spirit in the air.

He returned the gun and said in a flat tone, "...it's your turn again."