Infinite Weird Game

On the night of May 5, the Jiangcheng branch of Ruidanshen Casino.

The smell of alcohol and curses, the taste of blood and the sound of chips colliding, the rookies looking at everything here with curiosity, the walking dead with dull eyes and only gasping for breath, countless contradictory and harmonious scenes, adjectives that are difficult to appear at the same time in the outside world, are all entangled here in a strange and twisted posture.

Men and women in disheveled clothes gathered around the tables. The neon lights that changed colors wildly made people's faces look like ghosts. There was the sound of dice rolling, slapping tables, cheering, crying, the stench of sweat and urine... Chaotic, dirty, ugly, crazy, all the negative words combined were not enough to describe this place.

After spending a huge sum of money to bid for the listing of "Rui Dan Shen", this casino became even more reluctant to invest money in maintaining the elegant environment. Fortunately, the gamblers who were obsessed with gambling never cared about such details.

It was raining heavily outside the casino. Yang Yao came out of his house wearing only a raincoat and rushed here. He stepped through the muddy puddles along the way. The splashing stinky water soaked his trouser legs. After entering the room, water droplets dripped onto the ground, leaving a string of dark water lines.

"Yang Yao, you still dare to come? I caught you last time, but didn't I break your legs?" The familiar gambler bared his yellow teeth and teased in a loud voice.

Yang Yao thought of the horrific experience of being imprisoned in the Ruidanshen headquarters, and his eyes twitched, but he immediately composed himself and held his head high: "You don't know, I was not captured, they invited me there to participate in the 'Survivor Game', to play that... yes, it's Black Jack!

"I'm not good at those gambling methods that rely on luck. This Black Jack relies on calculations. I won from the beginning to the end, and I couldn't bear to see others lose, so I calculated a tie. The person in charge named 'Jack' over there really appreciated me and wanted me to stay. I couldn't leave my mother behind, so I declined and returned to Jiangcheng."

He boasted without hesitation, with a beaming face and a proud look, as if it were really true. His fellow gamblers listened to him for fun, and they all laughed and praised him, asking him to say more.

Someone pretended not to believe it and pulled Yang Yao to sit at the gambling table, saying that he wanted to play a little to test his strength. Yang Yao waved his hand and said, "Let's gamble, play Black Jack!"

On the morning of May 5, the Ruidanshen Casino sent the gamblers who participated in the Survivor game home. As soon as Yang Yaogang entered the door and called out "Mom", his white-haired mother knelt down in front of him and begged him to stop gambling.

He felt bad and felt sorry for his mother who had raised him and had placed high hopes on him, so he pretended to be nonchalant and told her about the survivor game, using boastful words, of course.

But his mother didn't hear him at all, and just kept asking him not to gamble anymore. He was a little annoyed, but he still patiently promised his mother and swore to heaven that he would never gamble again.

His mother wiped her tears with pity as she looked at his body which was torn apart by Redan Shen's torture. She stuffed a handful of money into his pocket and told him to buy some nice clothes and dress himself up.

Yang Yao held the crumpled money and felt the warmth of his mother's palm. His nose felt sore and he once again regretted his past ignorance.

He took the money and went out to get a haircut and changed into new clothes. He was determined to change his appearance and be a good person. But that night, when he touched the remaining money in his pocket and counted the colorful five-dollar and ten-dollar bills, the restless and itchy addiction in his heart came up again.

He kept slapping himself and cursing at himself: "Yang Yao, you bastard, stop gambling. You need to find a decent job and make money to support your mother in her old age."

As he kept cursing, he couldn't fall asleep. As if possessed, he got up from the bed and walked to the window to get some fresh air.

There was a pot of bright red roses planted on the windowsill, blooming in full swing in the dark night, as red as blood and as warm as fire.

Yang Yao had never seen such a beautiful rose. The outline of each petal was so perfect, the color was so bright, and the petals were so plump. It seemed that it could only exist in imagination and should not appear in reality.

He remembered that his mother loved flowers very much. When he was very young, his mother would always bring back a few freshly picked wild flowers every time she went out and put them in the vase at home.

His mother often said that the family was poor and could not give him the best, but no matter how difficult it was, she would try her best to make life bright and beautiful. At that time, he made up his mind that when he grew up, he must make a lot of money so that his mother could live a bright life and grow more beautiful flowers.

Unfortunately, I don’t know since when my mother stopped growing flowers. The light in our small and cramped home became dimmer and dimmer, and it was as gray and gloomy as a cloudy day all day long.

He knew it was because he was not doing well and his mother was always worried about him, but he couldn't change it and couldn't control himself...

Now that his mother has planted flowers again, is she celebrating her new life? Yang Yao thought happily, and subconsciously reached out to touch the largest rose on the branch, just like when he was a child, he was curious about the various flowers his mother brought back.

The rose fell, and the round, full and complete flower lay quietly in the palm of Yang Yao's hand. All kinds of wonderful and magnificent scenes appeared in front of Yang Yao's eyes.

He saw countless banknotes, the gambling table broke apart, and glittering gold and silver treasures poured out from the table, rushing towards him like waves, dancing around him in a vortex, as if to drown him.

He saw himself swimming in a pile of chips and coins. He scooped up a handful and threw them into the sky. A magnificent villa rose from the ground. His mother looked at him with a smile and satisfaction. The dining table was filled with wine and delicacies.

A voice told him: "Plant the rose in your heart, water its growth with flesh and blood, and you will realize all your desires."

Yang Yao smiled foolishly, holding the rose in his hands and placing it on his heart. The golden and red beams of light intertwined and entangled him. The rose in his hand turned into a bloody rain and was blown away by the wind, leaving a scarlet mark on his chest in the shape of a rose.

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"Black Jack!" "Five Little Dragons!" "Win!"

In the Jiangcheng branch of the Ruidanshen Casino, the chips in front of Yang Yao were piled up into a small mountain. When the table shook, rocks fell from it.

He won game after game, and just as the voice had said, he fulfilled his wish.

The rose brand on my heart burned painfully, and the skin all over my body felt itchy and painful, as if vines were growing between my blood vessels.

Yang Yao didn't care about this discomfort. He just knew that he had to continue gambling and win a lot of money so that he and his mother could live a wealthy life.

"Puff——" a rose bud burst out of the flesh and blood, and the bloody petals bloomed instantly.

"Puff-puff-puff--" Countless roses poked their heads out from the flesh, opened their strange eyes and stared at everyone in the casino. The blood that was splashed out turned into ribbons in the air and fell melodiously on the dealer's face.

Where Yang Yao was originally sitting, where could he see a human figure? He could only see a bunch of lush roses growing wildly on the soil watered with blood and flesh.

The gamblers' instincts screamed with fear, and they wanted to retreat, but a force pushed them forward. They could not move, but stretched their necks to get closer, observing the rose monster greedily and cautiously.

Then they saw a bumpy hand covered with green buds stretched out from the rose bush, holding a large, full rose and handing it to them: "Plant the rose in your heart, water it with blood and flesh, and you will realize all your desires." (End of this chapter)