you turned on the love game

Every other day, you have to take part in a battle.

The path from the room to the amphitheater was a dark circular corridor with no windows throughout, and was accompanied by staff only for the first time, and they never appeared again.

There is a door about five meters apart in the corridor, with the words B-0XX marked on it. From your room B-069 to B-099 at the end of the circular corridor, there are about thirty rooms. How many rooms are there? There were blood splatters on the door.

You don't know what the B of the house number means, it may refer to the floor, or it may refer to the area.

But if you think about it carefully, the frequency of your battles is not high, but there are more than fifteen hours of competition programs broadcast on TV every day, which shows that the number of players here is far beyond your imagination.

So, that B is more likely referring to the region.

Maybe ACDE and so on.

After yet another battle, you asked the staff for playing cards as a reward.

You are probably the first person in history to do this. Even through the mask, you find that the latter looks at you rather strangely, but you still agree to your request.

When the staff delivered the playing cards, Barton just happened to go to the competition. When he came back, he saw you sitting on the ground with several rows of upside-down cards in front of you.

"what is this?"

"Poker..."

You shook the empty cardboard box next to it. A circus clown with weird makeup was drawn on the package, and he was holding a sharp sickle in his hand. The upper right corner of the cardboard box was the logo of "Playing Cards".

After saying these two sentences, you will stop communicating.

Now it's just the noon break, there is no game on TV, maybe because of boredom, the boy also sat down cross-legged, resting his face on his palms, watching your movements indifferently.

Immediately afterwards, the line of sight gradually shifted to the playing cards placed on the ground.

After a while, you suddenly found that he was still in this posture, turned your head to look over, and asked curiously, "Have you ever played?"

After being asked by you, those dark eyes looked over slowly, and then turned his head slightly, as if thinking: "Is this? No."

There was no emotion in his tone: "It's not allowed at home."

You flicked the cards and looked at him thoughtfully.

Before that, you always thought that Barton was caught in the same way as "Bedo".But now after hearing his words, I suddenly feel that maybe this is not the case, he may have come in on his own initiative.

A family that allows children to exercise his skills must be of high strength, and it is impossible for him not to respond after he was arrested.

Thinking of this, you randomly draw a poker card from the deck and shake it at him: "Then do you want to play it?"

"Just play—"

You glanced at the playing cards in your hand, and suddenly paused when you saw the ghost king logo on it. The clown wearing a pointed hat on the card stood up on one foot, raised his head and laughed with a strange expression.

"Draw a joker."

The young boy glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was not yet time for the new round of battle, so he calmly replied, "Yes, yes."

You briefly explained the rules, and got a negative answer after asking him if he needed to try it out. You brushed the playing cards a few times, shuffled them, and put them on the open space between you.

He is holding up a poker card, no matter which card you put your finger on, his expression doesn't change at all, but when you take away the joker card in his hand, an imperceptible smile will be drawn from the corner of his lips.

"Huh? No luck."

You insert the joker cards into your deck, shuffle them and rearrange them, and ask casually, "How did you get here?"

Barton raised his hand and took a card away: "It was requested by the elders."

"Elder with blood?"

"Um……"

Sure enough, he came in on his own initiative, you thought.

He picked out two identical cards with his fingers and threw them out, his tone calm and unwavering: "She thinks that I can exercise my ability here, so she asked me to come and sign up for the competition, and I can only go back after winning."

You said: "If you don't win, you can't go back?"

The boy tilted his head slightly in doubt, and said, "There is no such possibility."

He picked up two new cards: "On the surface, this is the underground battle venue of Meteor Street, but in fact it is the place where Meteor Street sends talents to the outside world, so strong players will get more preferential treatment."

You pick up his words: "On the contrary, those who have no strength will basically die miserably in the fourth game, to satisfy the audience's desire to see blood."

Those deep black eyes looked over faintly.

You faked a smile: "Don't stare at me, I'm not dead."

The boy withdrew his gaze quite naturally, but in the next second he took the joke card that belonged to him from your hand, the hand raised in mid-air froze slightly, and then accepted the card as if nothing had happened.

By the light in the room, you can see that the corners of his lips that he raised just now have been pressed down, and he smiled with his chin propped up: "Good luck."

The latter glanced at you expressionlessly.

You changed the subject: "Do you know the specific situation here?"

Button immediately guessed: "You didn't come here voluntarily."

You nodded and admitted: "Well, I was arrested and brought in."