Chapter 333 Bet
Chapter 333 Bet
Is the door open?
Logically, it should be open. Ning Zhe was now using the identity of Feng Yusu, and he clearly saw a figure suddenly appear at the door. It was an adult male with a well-proportioned figure. The cold white light cast his shadow on the door. As the door was opened, the shadow on the door immediately slid to the ground, like a black arrow pointing from outside the door into the room.
But at the same time the door opened, it closed.
The shadow on the ground only appeared in Te Rang's perception for less than a second before disappearing. Ning Zhe hurriedly looked up at the door. The door was still closed, and there was no one in the light outside the door. The deep corridor was empty.
"What happened just now was..." Ning Zhe frowned slightly.
He was sure that he saw it. He saw a man standing outside the door and opening it. Even though the scene only appeared for a brief moment, he definitely saw it.
Human eyes may make mistakes, and human brains may produce hallucinations, but ghosts don’t. Ghosts are rules, and rules are absolute. If something is there, it is there, and if it is not there, it is not there. If you see it, then you really see it.
Ning Zhe doesn't believe in people, he only believes in ghosts.
"I can be sure that what happened just now was definitely not an illusion. There was indeed a man standing outside the door and pulling it open with his hands. His shadow moved to the ground because of the door opening, and then disappeared in an instant. The door also returned to its closed state when it was just closed by the gambler."
Ning Zhe was thinking in his mind and silently glanced at Meilin across the table. She was nervously watching Pétain putting coins into the wine glass, and her expression was no different.
"Marylin is a careful person. It's impossible that she didn't notice when the door opened. But judging from her current behavior, she certainly didn't notice it."
...Did he not notice it, or from Meilin's perspective, the door was not open at all?
Ning Zhe thought again, he actually didn't see the man who opened the door. He didn't even know what the man looked like. He just sensed the other person's shadow that suddenly appeared and disappeared through the special rules. It was an extremely short moment that could not be captured by human reaction. If it weren't for the special rules, Ning Zhe would know nothing like Meilin now, and think that nothing happened.
"Besides...the process of that person suddenly appearing and disappearing is really familiar."
Ning Zhe recalled what he had experienced today. This kind of scene where people disappeared and reappeared in front of him had happened many times, and he had become a little desensitized to it.
Perhaps this is also related to the rules of gamblers?
The subtle sound of water brought Ning Zhe back to his wandering thoughts. A copper coin fell into the cup. Petain successfully threw the first copper coin. The result of the next coin toss will directly determine the first loser of this game.
Pétain took a deep breath, and the golden color of the wine reflected his nervous face. Everyone's eyes were focused on him. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, which made Pétain feel more stressed. A drop of cold sweat slid down his temple to his cheek.
tick-
A drop of sweat fell into the cup, causing ripples. The crisp sound broke the stagnant silence. Pétain held his breath, his eyes wide open, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, the only sounds in the air were his rapid heartbeat and the cautious breathing of several people.
"Fortunately, fortunately, it didn't overflow..."
Pétain closed his eyes, took a deep breath to adjust his mood, held his right wrist with his left hand, gently picked up a copper coin with his right hand, and slowly and steadily moved it above the wine glass.
"It's okay, it's okay, Pétain. It's just a drop of sweat. A gambler can put three copper coins in it, and you are just the second one. So what if there is one more drop of sweat in the cup? The volume of a drop of sweat is far less than that of a copper coin..."
Just as Petain was whispering to himself to comfort himself, suddenly, a voice with fear, trembling slightly, came from behind him:
"What...are you doing?" Plop!
Pétain, whose nerves were tense and spirit was highly stressed, was frightened by the sudden sound. His wrist trembled, his palm loosened, and the copper coin slipped from his fingertips and fell into the cup with a clang. The wine body burst and the golden wine slid down the wall of the cup.
"It's over..."
Pétain's eyes widened and his mouth opened subconsciously but no sound came out. An expression of despair climbed up his cheeks. Pétain bit his pale lips and turned his head stiffly to look behind him. A face with a puzzled expression came into his sight.
"Um... hello?" The owner of the face smiled awkwardly and said tentatively: "Just now, there was no one in the room. How did you appear here? It's like you teleported. You... seem to be playing some game?"
As he said this, he glanced at the four glasses of gin on the table.
Ning Zhe covered his mouth with his hands as if he was surprised, his beautiful eyes were full of astonishment. In fact, he was really surprised. Although he did not recognize the man who suddenly appeared in the room as if he had teleported, his shadow made him feel familiar.
"It's the man who was at the door just now." Ning Zhe thought to himself: "Did he 'come'? Or did we 'go'?"
According to the man, "there was no one in the room just now." He could not see the people and ghosts gambling in the room, and correspondingly, the three people and one ghost here could not observe him. They were clearly in the same room, but it seemed as if they were separated in two unrelated parallel worlds.
But just now, for some unknown reason, the two worlds became one, and they could observe each other.
Doubts arose in Ning Zhe's mind one after another, but he did not act rashly. He reached out and touched his chest, feeling the soft touch filling his palm, followed by his pounding heartbeat.
"My heart is still on the right side." Ning Zhe let go of his hand and confirmed one thing: "I didn't 'go over', he 'came over'."
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the stench of rotting corpses overwhelmed the aroma of gin. It was the gambler who stood up. The man who suddenly appeared then noticed the hideous evil ghost sitting beside the table. The puzzled expression on his face was immediately replaced by fear, and his mouth opened slightly: "Evil...demon..."
The gambler said nothing, only an unnaturally long pale arm stretched out from between his ragged clothes and reached towards the pale-faced Pétain.
"The gambler is asking for Pétain's stake." Ning Zhe understood, but was also a little surprised: "Isn't the stake of this gambling a human life?"
If it’s not fate, then what is it?
Pétain was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted. He quickly took off the mechanical watch on his wrist, the platinum rose brooch on his chest, the pen in his pocket, the sapphire forget-me-not ring on his middle finger, a wad of Euro cash, and several bank cards...
After a while, Pétain took off all the valuables on his body and laid them out on the table for the gambler to choose. Even if he wanted to take them all, it was fine, because nothing was more precious than life.
But the gambler's cold gaze swept across the valuables on the table, unmoved. He raised his head, his pale dead face expressionless, and raised his outstretched hand again.
"What do you want?" Pétain asked cautiously.
The gambler remained silent, but pointed at Pétain's shoulder in silence.
The next moment, a cute rag doll with soft golden curls and eyes made of sapphire buttons appeared on his shoulder.
"A spirit doll?"
(End of this chapter)