Chapter 27 Roulette

Following Rhine's instructions, Lin En came to the door of the holding room at the end of the corridor.

It seemed that no one had been here for a long time, and there was a lot of dust on the door handle.

If you think about it, you will know why.

If it is not extremely dangerous and uncontrollable, there is no need to hide in such a corner.

Lynn didn't hesitate and walked in.

The next second, the situation in the containment room came into view.

Lynn couldn't help but be stunned.

Perhaps because the contents themselves were not large, the entire room was only about a dozen square meters and looked quite cramped.

But even so, there is still a table in the already small room.

A palm-sized quaint wooden box lay quietly on the table, with strange patterns engraved on its rough surface. Upon closer inspection, there were even some bloodstains.

Of course, these are not the point.

What really made Lin En stunned was the thing sitting opposite the table.

That's right, he had to use "thing" to describe the other person.

Although it has a human form, no matter how you look at it, the thing in front of you is just a puppet.

In other words, a puppet that is half flesh and blood and half puppet.

It undoubtedly also has some human characteristics.

For example, breathing.

But apart from that, all of its joints have clearly become puppet-like, as if it were assembled from parts, full of grotesqueness.

Looking at the weird puppet sitting quietly on the high chair in front of him, Lin En wanted to complain.

Do you want to play a game with me too?

While complaining in his heart, Lin En closed the door behind him.

"Bang!"

The entire containment room was shaken.

It seemed that the sound woke up the puppet in front of him. After a moment, Lynn heard a "clicking" sound coming from the high chair.

Under his gaze, the dusty puppet seemed to be pulled by some invisible thread.

Then, he slowly sat up from the chair.

The puppet opened its eyes and looked towards Lynn, its wooden jaw opening and closing slowly.

"Oh, no one has come here for a long time." It said slowly in a somewhat sinister voice, "I didn't expect that at this point, there would still be idiots coming to my door."

"I seem to smell a hint of 'Prisoner of Fate' from you. Are you a transcendent who believes in 'Trickery'?"

Trickery?

Lynn recalled the Lie Eater ability he extracted that night in the underground laboratory.

The mark that symbolizes this ability seems to be a clown pattern that is half crying and half laughing.

Is this the emblem of the "trickery" faith?

Lynn was thoughtful.

But on the surface he still pretended to be dumb and said: "No, you may have recognized the wrong person."

After all, from the tone of this thing, it can be heard that it does not seem to like this extraordinary person of faith.

"Not the best. Sit down."

The puppet pointed stiffly at the chair across the table and gestured.

Lynn walked forward, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

In an instant, an invisible force pressed down on his shoulders from top to bottom.

It wasn't heavy, but it made Lin En suddenly lose the ability to leave the chair.

He tried to struggle twice, but found it was useless, so he resigned himself to his fate and lay back on the chair.

At the same time, he secretly tried to launch the Liar Eater.

As expected, he was also imprisoned by an invisible force.

"The gambling game has already begun since the moment you walked in, and there is no way to get out of it before it ends."

The puppet twisted its stiff neck joints.

Hearing this, Lin En asked in confusion: "What bet?"

"Ignorance is bliss." It was clearly a puppet, but its face revealed a human-like mockery. "Didn't they tell you about the 'Deadly Puppet' before you came in?"

As he spoke, the puppet pulled out a revolver from behind his back.

Under Lynn's gaze, it opened the magazine and poured out six yellow bullets, which scatter on the table with a crackling sound.

The puppet looked at him with malicious eyes.

Seeing this situation, Lin En seemed to have guessed something, and couldn't help but frowned: "You want to play roulette with me?"

This is a program that some underground casinos like to use to attract customers.

Extremely bloody and exciting.

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In just a few minutes, you can experience the fall from heaven to hell, which will give your adrenaline a rush.

Normally, roulette only needs to be loaded with one bullet.

Before each shot, gamblers can choose to shoot directly at the temple, or they can choose to rotate the cylinder again and then shoot again.

As for the larger number of bullets, it is a more advanced way of playing.

After all, this is not a game of pure luck, it involves probability issues.

If done properly, you can increase your chances of survival.

Seeing Lin En's look of being faced with a formidable enemy, the puppet seemed to derive a lot of pleasure from it and laughed strangely a few times.

"You shoot, I shoot. There is no other way to end this gambling game except for one of us getting shot in the head." The puppet's fingertips moved the bullets on the table and looked at him strangely. "So, how many do you want to choose?"

Lin En's expression was a little serious: "Well, let me ask first, who fired the first shot later?"

The puppet said sinisterly, "As the owner of the gambling game, I will naturally shoot first."

Hearing this, Lin En seemed to be relieved: "Why didn't you say so earlier? I'll choose six."

"Okay?"

The puppet, who didn't react, was about to pick up the bullet, but suddenly realized something.

He glared at Lin En with a vicious look: "Boy, this is not funny!"

"If you can't afford to lose, don't play."

Lynn spread his hands.

Seeing this, the puppet became even more angry: "Now I am somewhat certain that you must be a rubbish believer in 'trickery'. Even your way of disgusting people is exactly the same as theirs!"

So it no longer asked Lin En's choice, but grabbed two bullets and loaded them into the magazine.

“Bang!”

With a spin, the puppet clamped the cylinder tightly.

As Lynn watched, it picked up the gun and slowly placed it against its temple.

“Click!”

As the hammer was pulled, a crisp sound echoed in the small containment room.

The puppet survived unharmed.

"Looks like I'm lucky. It's your turn!"

It pressed the revolver against the table and slowly pushed it to the opposite side.

Looking at the gun on the table, Lynn fell into silence, which was extremely rare.

Seeing this, the puppet said harshly: "It doesn't matter if you want to delay time. Anyway, I don't need to eat. I can wait even for ten thousand years, but you can't."

"It seems that you don't have the courage to pull the trigger?"

"This is somewhat consistent with my understanding of the 'trickster' belief. They are all a bunch of cowardly cowards, like rats in a sewer, and can only live a dark and twisted life."

“Ga ga ga!”

(End of this chapter)