False evidence

Chapter 412 Four Sixes (Part 2)
I can never forget that strange city gate tower, nor can I forget those bizarre murals.

However, after that, everyone in their consciousness, including Lü Xin, seemed to deliberately avoid that experience.

I've developed a habit of observing people's appearances. Just now, when I looked at Zhang Xueli, I knew from her face that she definitely didn't come from a good background.

Strangely, when I looked at her, I suddenly thought of those murals, and I felt that she looked exactly like one of the figures in the murals.

Upon seeing Luo Yinsheng in the suite, I felt a sudden unease.

He sat in his wheelchair, tilting his head slightly, as if he were observing everyone who came in.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have received good care. But his eyes revealed anxiety, unease, and even panic.

When he saw me, this emotion became even more intense.

His appearance does match the personality Gu Haitao displayed today, but that timid look in his eyes... why does it seem so familiar?
Seeing his old friend like this, LeBron was very sad.

Zhang Xueli said, "The doctor examined my dad just two days ago and said his condition has improved. I believe he should be able to speak again soon."

"That's good, that's good!"

Old Zhan grasped Luo Yinsheng's hand, but winked at him, "Old Luo, it's getting hot, the crayfish will be ready soon, wanna go together?"

Zhang Xueli laughed and said, "Uncle Zhan, stop teasing my dad. If he hadn't been smoking and drinking too much, would he have had a stroke?"

On the way, we had already heard from Lao Zhan that Luo Yinsheng had suffered a stroke while driving, which led to the car accident.

A constant cigarette in hand and unrestrained drinking—this perfectly matches Gu Haitao's behavior this morning.

I looked around and didn't see any other phones besides the one Zhang Xueli was holding.

My gaze returned to Luo Yinsheng, and I found that he seemed not to be listening to what Lao Zhan was saying at all, but was looking at me with pleading eyes.

I walked over and squatted down in front of the wheelchair.

At that moment, my phone suddenly vibrated.

When I took it out and looked at it, the screen showed a number with four '6's at the end!

Just as I was about to answer the call, suddenly, a hand grabbed my wrist!
To my astonishment, I discovered that the owner of this hand was none other than Luo Yinsheng!
I felt a chill run down my spine when I saw his eyes dart around quickly before finally looking at my phone.

From this angle, he can see the phone screen.

Was he trying to stop me from answering the phone?
Luo Yinsheng's eyes flickered even more intensely.

Hearing footsteps approaching behind me, I immediately hung up the phone.

“Dad, you’re going to scare people!” Zhang Xueli said as she walked over.

I looked up and asked, "Can the old man move his hand?"

"Yes, Dad's left hand is only relatively dexterous; his right hand can only move his fingers," Zhang Xueli said apologetically.

I nodded, and just as I turned my head, I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye that she seemed to glare at Luo Yinsheng.

I couldn't see very clearly, but I could still feel the ferocity in her eyes.

"Uh uh uh……"

Luo Yinsheng looked in one direction and spoke for the first time. At the same time, he released me and pointed in that direction.

Before I could react, Old Zhan laughed and said, "Haha, you're having a card-playing spree!"

Seeing him pick up a deck of cards from the coffee table, and then looking at Luo Yinsheng's eyes, I had an even more inexplicable feeling.

In a flash, she stood up and pushed Luo Yinsheng over.

Zhang Xueli shook her head with a smile, "Dad's three hobbies are smoking, drinking, and playing cards. Now he can't smoke or drink anymore, so his only pastime is playing cards."

Old Zhan chuckled and said, "Playing cards is good, it exercises your brain! Come on, old buddy, I'll play a couple of rounds with you!"

The more I looked, the more familiar Luo Yinsheng's eyes seemed.

Seeing his gaze constantly shifting between the playing cards and me, I don't know what possessed me, but I took the cards from Lao Zhan's hand, spread them out in my hand, and faced Luo Yinsheng.

"Uncle, can you read the cards?" I asked.

"Uh-huh!"

Luo Yinsheng shakily raised his left hand, his fingers sweeping across the cards before stopping at one spot.

Seeing where he paused, I almost cried out. How could this be?!
It was actually that guy!

Suppressing my shock, I said to James, "How about the three of us play a few rounds?"

LeBron James said, "Absolutely."

Zhang Xueli squatted down next to the wheelchair. "Same as always, I'll be Dad's card-drawing machine."

Erpang also wanted to join in the fun, but I glared at him and drove him away.

I said I would shuffle the cards.

He then quickly gave a few instructions to Lü Xin and Liang Kaiyuan in his mind.

One of them is a professional con artist, and the other was once the young master of a gambling den. They have come up with all sorts of cheating techniques.

To put it simply, ever since these two guys came along, when I play cards with Mengniu, Liping, and Monkey, it's just 'playing with you'!
After playing several rounds, I lost every single one.

All I can say is that cards possess a special kind of magic.

Zhang Xueli simply picked up the cards casually and then played them for Luo Yinsheng based on his instructions and the "uh-uh" sounds he made.

After winning several rounds in a row, I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

“It’s time,” Lü Xin said with a smile.

Liang Kaiyuan said, "Fortunately, when I was the young master, there were already playing cards, otherwise I really might not have been able to play them well."

As I was speaking, I had already gathered the playing cards together.

The fifty-four playing cards were manipulated by both hands and interspersed several times. When they were placed on the table, there was nothing unusual about them.

In reality, this shuffle was nothing fancy on the surface, and it even made people think that I didn't play cards much.

Lu Xin, however, praised Liang Kaiyuan as a master, saying that those in gambling movies are all lies. When you really gamble with people, the goal is to win, so you have to play dumb to outsmart them, and the more low-key you are, the better.

With the cards in my hand, I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"bomb!"

I threw out the last four cards with great enthusiasm.

"Hehe, my luck has turned around!" Old Zhan laughed and tossed the cards in his hand aside.

Zhang Xueli was also smiling.

"Uh uh uh!"

Luo Yinsheng suddenly pointed at the table, making rapid, urgent sounds from his throat.

At that moment, the shock I felt was beyond words, but I forced myself to remain calm on the surface.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Zhang Xueli asked, holding Luo Yinsheng's hand.

I pretended to be excited and ignored everything else, hurrying to gather the cards together.

Judging from Luo Yinsheng's reaction, I've already made up my mind about what I want to make up my mind about.

That is—among the four people playing cards, two of them know that this hand of cards is actually a recreation of a scene from a certain time and place!
That was during the second semester of my first year at university, and the three of us were playing cards in the dorm.

Mongolian Super League keeps losing.

He wasn't a sore loser, but he couldn't stand someone's incessant chatter.

In the end, he won back a round with a bomb.

It was just a casual game, no gambling involved, but someone was being stubborn and wouldn't let him collect the cards. They insisted on spreading out the last four cards and then launched into a tirade:
"Is this a bomb? Three 6s and a 9? Do you think I'm blind?"

When Meng Chao was exposed, he just laughed it off and said he would treat everyone to spicy hot pot that night as an apology.

However, this person kept using foul language.

Even Meng Chao, with his thick skin, couldn't take it anymore. If I hadn't dragged him out, I would have beaten him so badly he ended up in the hospital.

Looking back, before that, our relationship with Gu Haitao wasn't as strained as it became later.

That's right, the only ones who knew that hand and remembered it well enough were me, Meng Chao, and—Gu Haitao!

(End of this chapter)