mtl008 Chapter 2295 Gotham Music Chapter (34)
Chapter 2295 Gotham Music Chapter (34)
Chapter 2295 Gotham Music Festival (Thirty-four)
There are three types of people on the field now.
The first type, like Stark and Bruce, immediately realized that this was actually a game of manipulating suit probabilities after the rules were announced.
The second type is that you don’t figure it out at the beginning, but discover the secret as you play. Although you have failed, there is still room for recovery.
The third type is that you don’t understand what happened until the end of the game, and have no idea what the key to winning the game is, so you lose without knowing why.
The first and third types are relatively rare. Few people who can come on this ship are very wise, because if they are really smart enough, they will not come on board to gamble, but they are not extremely stupid either. Real fools will hardly cause a big disaster because they have no courage.
Most of the people on the boat now are a little clever. They are the best among ordinary people. They have achieved success because of the background of the times or because they are in the forefront of the trend. But in the end, they were all swallowed up by something and ended up in the situation they are in today.
During the game, most people gradually realize that a straight flush is the killer of the game. To form a straight flush, you must ensure that you hold most of the cards of at least one suit in your hand, and the points cannot be interrupted.
In the duel between Bruce and Roman, because Roman cleared all the small cards in his hand, the points of the small cards in Bruce's hand were very complete, from A to 8, and the golden points were 2 to 6 that Bruce won, and he had several cards of each point.
Bruce maximized the probability of having a straight flush because Roman didn't react from the beginning and completely cooperated with Bruce's plan. Simply put, the gap in their levels was too great and the gambling process was almost a one-sided crushing.
But most people are not like this. They realize the key to the gameplay almost at the same time as their opponents, so their competition is particularly fierce.
When Bruce and Roman finished, most people were still in the middle of tense negotiations. Since there was no rule that gods and believers could not make their own rules for changing cards, many people began to use psychological tactics in order to get the cards they wanted.
The dizziness and nausea, the respiratory pain caused by chest tightness and shortness of breath, and the emptiness in the chest caused by arrhythmia made Schiller's vision increasingly blurred.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...
The ambient sound became increasingly distant, the sound of the heartbeat vibrated the eardrum in the ear canal, and the blood pumped by the heart began to break through the barriers between body and mind, flowing into Schiller's spirit, tearing a crack in the hypocritical real world and revealing the true appearance of this world before his eyes.
"The nostalgic past..." Schiller murmured in a low voice with his eyes narrowed.
When he opened his eyes again, people's heads turned into colorful, dancing flames, repeatedly expanding and shrinking in the hazy, rippling vision, with flames surging.
That was the fire of greed. Schiller saw a lot of firewood at the bottom of the fire. That was their reason, love and sense of security.
The flames burned more and more vigorously, and the things that provided energy for the flames began to show signs of burnt black from the edges, bit by bit devouring the healthy parts of them, and then their brains, their hearts, and their bodies.
The flying ashes from the fierce flames covered their eyes. The wind was blowing hard, and countless fragments and ashes came and went in front of their eyes, but they could see nothing.
Schiller walked through the flames in a trance, the sound of wind passed by his ears, the tail flames burned the hem of his clothes, and ashes swirled before his eyes.
Until among the blazing fire, Schiller found the only oasis, where there was a small flame, but it looked more like a campfire lit by travelers.
The sound of sweet springs, the rustling of green trees, and the breeze blowing on your face is so cool and moist that it makes you want to cry - Green Arrow Oliver Queen.
This was him, Schiller saw, and if all the world were on fire, his spirit would be the last reserve for humanity to elevate itself from the greedy desires of its primitive instincts.
The fatal dizziness and nausea were dispelled for a moment by the refreshing breeze. Schiller picked up the aerosol can with trembling arms and took two deep puffs. The scorching heat that was everywhere in the room finally dissipated.
In the last second before the raging fire disappeared, Schiller looked at the woman opposite Oliver and saw a cluster of flames that was different from the others, more intense than anyone else, so much so that it was not just on her shoulders, but her entire body was burning.
It was a red color that contained extreme anger. Schiller had seen flames of this color on Batman before, but that was a long time ago, when Batman had not yet discovered the darkness in his heart. The edge of the darkness revealed this red, and what made the flame suddenly burn was the answer given by Schiller - revenge.
When he came to, Schiller found himself standing around the game between Oliver and the woman. Due to the long probing and several verbal confrontations, they had only gone through the fifth round of card exchange.
Schiller did not look at what cards they each had, because it was not important. The first round of gambling would not involve any bloodshed, and most people would only bet 1 to 2 chips. Who wins or loses might not determine the final outcome.
The rules of the game are also designed to be very simple. Although there is a twist similar to a brain teaser, which requires people to shift their attention from the size of the points to the less frequently noticed colors, it is still not very complicated.
Therefore, the first game is clearly an opportunity for the two parties with grievances to test and communicate with each other, so the game does not have a time limit for each round. What can be seen is that most of the people at the table are now engaged in fierce verbal confrontations. In addition to discussing special card exchange rules, they are also discussing new and old grudges.
The drugs made Schiller feel his thinking was slow, and all the sounds were gradually fading away. In the blur, he heard Oliver say.
"You want me to think that everything I do is meaningless, but you can't shake me, ever."
"Then why did you come back here?" The woman's tone was full of sarcasm. "You abandoned your so-called career and came back here like a coward and a deserter. You also made such a stupid choice. Do you think you can defeat me here?"
"I won't just defeat you here." Oliver stared at the woman and said, "I will defeat all of you everywhere and at all times."
"You know this can't be done. No one can do it." The woman's tone was full of contempt. She fiddled with the playing cards in her hand and said, "This is just a meaningless struggle. I accepted the invitation and came here just to tell you this fact."
Schiller moved slowly, gradually from the side of the table to the diagonal rear, then walked through the crowd that was gradually gathering around him and went to the back of the woman.
Schiller was only one step away from standing right behind the woman, but the woman, who was still choosing playing cards, was unaware of it.
Schiller took a step forward, but before his feet touched the ground, a cold light flashed across his vision. The moment a sense of crisis came over him, Schiller turned his head to look at the source of the light.
A woman, or girl, wearing a jellyfish mask and holding a thin blade between her index and middle fingers was following the crowd towards the table where Oliver and the woman were.
Schiller took a big step forward, passed the two people in the middle, and passed behind the last person. The crowd was crowded and surging forward. The figure wearing a red shawl was like a shark breaking into a school of fish, cutting through the formation at high speed.
He held the knife, raised his hand, bent his elbow, exerted force with his upper arm, tensed the muscles of his forearm, and his arm was like an arrow shot from a bow. The sharp arrow flashing with cold light was frozen in place a second before it was shot.
Schiller saw a pair of wild and extremely bright eyes staring at him in an instant, and the fingers that were holding the girl's wrist loosened slightly, and with a "swish" sound, the hand was pulled out and the blade cut Schiller's knuckles.
Schiller did not make any sound, but instantly pinched the shawl on the other side of his body with his injured hand, so that the blood did not flow out immediately, but seeped into the fibers of the clothes.
"Be quiet." Schiller tried to stay as rational as possible in the slow chaos and said, "They will find out that you are armed."
Then panic finally surged into the girl's eyes. She stood there, gritted her teeth, and somehow the blade in her hand disappeared. She squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards Schiller.
"Don't talk, come with me." Schiller put his uninjured hand around her, and they walked towards the bathroom together. No one in the room objected to this. In fact, many people who were not in the game did not watch the game here. They either went back to their rooms to rest or went to have fun on their own. Their departure was not noticeable.
The moment he was out of the crowd's sight, Schiller felt himself being pushed away, but the other party's movement was not strong. He might just want to keep a distance from him instead of attacking him.
Schiller's head was so dizzy that he couldn't even feel the pain from the wound. His eyes were so blurred that he could hardly see anything. He sighed softly, thinking that he shouldn't have taken that extra breath.
Schiller leaned against the wall next to him, blood dripping from his hanging hands, and his accelerated breathing rate made the girl opposite him feel that something was wrong.
"What's wrong with you?" She tilted her head and took half a step forward, but was very cautious and did not approach immediately, still holding the weapon tightly in her hand.
Schiller shook his head and said, "There is an infirmary, looking for bandages. Who is your target?"
The girl did not answer immediately, but first took a look at the wound on Schiller's hand. The wound was not shallow, almost cutting the entire tiger's mouth. A large amount of blood flowed out, staining the entire hand red.
She looked down at the blade in her hand, sighed, and seemed a little annoyed. She said, "You shouldn't have stopped me. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"But you've already done it, so think of something, young lady."
The girl took a deep breath, then she suddenly looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a Spanish-style long skirt with a crinoline and a thick ruffled collar with layers of layers.
She immediately began to unbutton her collar, then pulled off the bottom layer. After folding it several times, it became a bandage. She walked forward, pulled up Schiller's arm, and began to bandage his palm.
During the bandaging process, the girl looked up at Schiller's eyes, and she was obviously frightened by the distracted look in his eyes.
"God, what's wrong with you? You look like you're about to pass out."
"Actually, that's right. Leave me alone and tell me who you're going to kill?"
"I didn't intend to kill anyone." She emphasized again: "I won't kill anyone casually. Hurting you was just an accident."
"name……"
"you do not need to know."
"I mean, Oliver Queen, do you know that name?"
The other party immediately showed a surprised expression. She recalled the scene at that time and seemed to remember something. So she looked at Schiller tentatively and asked, "Do you know Oliver too?"
"I am his friend."
Schiller took a deep breath and said intermittently: "You wanted to protect Oliver Queen, so you followed him onto the ship. You thought he was going to lose, so you wanted to use other methods to interfere with the gambling."
The girl looked at Schiller in shock and quickly withdrew her hand. Fortunately, the bandage had been completed.
"I can't read minds." Schiller said, "Your behavior is too obvious. Forget it. Listen, I'm on the ship for Oliver, but you can't act rashly."
"But he's about to lose." The girl gritted her teeth and said, "He doesn't have that many chances. He must win. That's why I'm here."
Even if Schiller's thinking was slow, he could probably guess the girl's identity, but he didn't say it. Instead, he asked, "Do you know who the woman you just wanted to attack is?"
"Who?"
"Amanda Waller, Chief of the FBI's Special Criminal Investigations Unit."
(End of this chapter)