If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 141 The Tower of Babel

"Crash-"

In the men’s restroom of the Bliss Pavilion, the smooth white and gold tiles reflect expensive paintings by famous masters on the wall. Many gamblers can’t help but look up at these paintings while relaxing in front of the urinal. The breasts are half exposed, and the beautiful scenery that is still holding the pipa and half covering the face is fascinated.

Lin Nian opened the door and walked into the men's toilet. When he came to the vacant urinal, the two middle-aged gamblers on the left and right looked at the painting with cigars in their mouths, raising their eyebrows and looking down, and then their expressions tightened immediately. With a guilty conscience, he lifted his pants and leaned against the urinal next to him.

Looking up at the picture frame hanging on the wall, Lin Nian paused slightly, because he inadvertently saw a different color.

In most of the paintings full of sexual hints and beauty metaphors, there is occasionally a serious oil painting, which is the long painting hanging on the top floor, in the dim yellow and dark sky, the holy angels with bright faces rise from the clouds He descended from the gate of the surging light, and killed the roaring demons in the world with a scorching holy spear, and piled up the corpses into a mountain that reached directly to the gate of heaven.

The interlacing of light and dark, and the ambiguity of black, white and gray made it difficult for Lin Nian to distinguish the difference between the angel and the devil in the painting.

"They themselves are all of the same origin."

When Lin Nian was looking at the oil painting quietly, someone beside him made a sound, and Lin Nian came back to his senses and turned his head to look sideways. I don't know when a young man in black feathers stood beside him. The position is not so much a man, but he is more like a young boy just by looking at his face. His face is very handsome, his skin is so tender and white that it reminds people of the sun falling on the warm suet, and his eyebrows are more gentle like a woman's. Child, there is water in the eyes and there are little ripples.

Lin Nian's first impression was a clean boy like a Tokyo morning.

"Master Gustave Doré's work, this is my favorite work in the illustration collection of Paradise Lost." The boy looked up at the oil painting and was also fascinated.

Lin Hou looked up and looked around, the urinal next to the two was empty, and the nearest gamblers who came for convenience avoided the two of them, as if they were afraid of being hit, so he was sure The boy was talking to himself.

The waiter at the Bliss Hall?
There are also gamblers with unique tastes in the Bliss Pavilion, and the casino, which claims to satisfy all wishes, will naturally provide these gamblers with delicacies that suit their appetites.But Lin Nian took a closer look at the boy and felt that this was not the case. His intuition told him that this person did not belong here. He would not be a waiter or a gambler. A thin cherry blossom, passing by here, is insignificant but attracts people to stop and look at each other.

"You say they have the same origin, what do you mean?" Lin Nian continued his words.

"Having the same origin means being born from the same womb." The boy said: "The Satan in hell originally came from a fallen angel under the Lord. He is the head of the angels under God's seat. Good and evil, there is a difference between right and wrong, but in the end they all come from the same source, they are all children of God. They hate, they fight, but they are all children of God. They betray, they hate, but they are still children of God.”

"There should be more paintings of this kind hanging here, instead of other erotic works." Lin Nian nodded.

"Do you like this painting too?" The boy turned his head with a clean smile.

"Probably." Lin Nian returned the same smile.

"Then I think you should know the background story of this painting." The boy turned his head back to look at the oil painting with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "The exiled Satan hibernates in the hell on earth. He spent thousands of years looking for his fangs and sharp edges. Tooth, with a burning, never-ending wrath opened the gates of heaven to avenge God - destruction does not fall from the sky, but rises from the earth. For the same blood bound their bond, no matter how far they go, They all know where home is, and eventually they'll all come home with the knives and swords that kill gods in their hands."

Lin Nian stared blankly at the oil painting as he digested the story. He suddenly and keenly noticed that the other party seemed to be metaphorizing something, but when he turned his head and wanted to say something to the boy again, he found that the other party was silently blowing away like green smoke. He left, leaving only the figure of his back walking further and further away peeped from the swinging gate not far away and the gap.

What a weirdo.

Lin Nian didn't think about it.

*
When Lin Nian returned to the casino lobby, he found a large group of people around the single-even gaming table, and everyone rushed to the gaming table. It reminded people of the big shopping scene on Black Friday, crowded , noisy, extremely abnormally hyperactive.

Lin Nian shook his hands and walked over, and he was blocked from the crowd. He tried to squeeze in, but the final result made him very helpless. He could only simply move a chair and step on it to observe what was going on inside. .

The heavy chips of black gold were piled up on the edge of the gaming table like a hill. No one dared to stand beside Okubo Ryoichi. The gamblers respected him like believers pilgrimage to their gods. The playing cards were sent to the center of the table again and again, and were uncovered again and again, without any movement, as silent as a statue.

However, none of the gamblers present dared to regard this man with a huge sum of 20 billion piled up in front of him as a simple spectator. Just 5 minutes ago, this man dropped a chip worth [-] million yen into an Among the 'Red Ghosts', the low gold was successfully multiplied by a full ten times, and two hundred black gold chips were drawn in front of him.

The second time, this is the second time this man has bet on 'Red Ghost'. Tonight, this man only bet twice from the beginning to the end, and the principal of 2000 million yen was successfully turned over in these two bets 20 billion, a hundred times the winning or losing, enough to make people mad.

But now, the man didn't stop, but still sat at the gaming table and waited.

No one can guess what this man is waiting for, their breaths are short of breath like an asthma attack, and they look at the playing cards on the gaming table and are excited as if the person who is about to place a bet is not the man but themselves Usually the heart is fluttering.

It has been 10 rounds since the man hit the last red ghost, and the female croupier dealt the cards in horror. Every time she took the poker out of the card dealer, her slender white hands visibly trembled, because she realized What is going on at this gambling table is not a simple game anymore.

If it is a general gambling game, and the guest wins a huge sum of 20 billion yuan, then the casino will be happy and congratulate, and use this guest as a living signboard, and use overwhelming advertisements to publicize the great status of this lucky guy in the casino.But the current Ryoichi is not the kind of gambler who comes here for money. Anyone with a discerning eye can see and know that this man cheated. Stud, this is a blatant challenge to the authority of the Bliss Pavilion.

Now Ryoichi is going to press for the third time, doubling the 20 billion in his hand to 200 billion.

"Guest, I'm just an ordinary dealer, can you... please let me go." The female dealer was almost unable to bear the pressure and collapsed, and every gambler stared at her like a wolf to deal cards. It doesn't matter whether Ryoichi wins or loses any game before Ryoichi is on the court, they just want to wait for Ryoichi to make a move, and then they call.

No one cares about how Liangyi cheated, they only know that the background of the Bliss Hall is very powerful, and if they can make such a terrible promise of "wish", then the Bliss Hall must have a huge financial background, which also means that this casino cannot No matter how much they bet, they will be the biggest winners tonight when the 'Red Ghost' is opened by the female dealer.

Tonight, Okubo Ryoichi is the god of all gamblers, they prostrate at Ryoichi's feet, praying to point out a way to desire.

"Deal the cards." Ryoichi didn't sympathize with the female croupier's begging for mercy, his face was cold like a dead man's, his eyes stared at the poker cards on the gaming table so numbly that it made people feel creepy.

I let go of the Bliss Pavilion, so who will let me go.

So the game continued. After Lin Nian hit the first red ghost, 25 rounds had passed. Ryoichi accurately hit the second red ghost in the twelfth round, and now, the third red ghost appeared only one Less than two innings left.

No.20 eight innings.

The female croupier moved the poker cards in the card dealer to the center of the gaming table. At the same time, two hundred black gold chips were slowly pushed out with both hands, and the heartbeats of all the gamblers reached the highest speed. Flushing unnaturally, they panted heavily and stared at the slowly moving black gold chip until the chip completely fell into the 'red ghost' area, and the frenzy of chips broke out.

Like a mountain peak falling, like a vast ocean pouring backwards, the essence of desire pours down, countless bargaining chips swarm down like a flood at this moment, 20 billion?No, the stakes on the gaming table at this moment reached an unprecedented .1000 billion.

The shadow of the majestic mountain of chips shrouded the entire gaming table, and the gamblers who were afraid of making a mistake in other areas climbed up the gaming table and carefully gathered all the chips to the high place. Ryoichi sat at the gaming table and ordered I lit a cigarette and looked up at the towering Tower of Babel on the gaming table. The golden brilliance sprinkled from the top was as mouth-watering as jade dew, and the light and shadow separated the face of the man at the table who wanted to kill God into light and darkness. .

It was also at this time that when a crowd of gamblers crowded onto the table, a red mandala quietly bloomed beside him.

The gentle woman pressed against Liang's leg, and he smelled the fragrance of tea like a flower. The female manager in black knelt on the ground and raised her body with a smile like a flower: "Can I invite you to the VIP room? I am the manager here Sakurai Kogure, you can just call me Kogure."

(End of this chapter)