The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 861: Gambling House
Roland didn't care about what the waiter called a "good wheelwright".

Among the six people, only Christine was truly pampered (because of Cinder's little hobby, she was not counted by Roland).

Rather than the carriage, he cared more about the "lifespan" mentioned by the waiter.

"What lifespan?"

The waiter groaned and pressed his palm against the table next to him: "If you use too much ointment, people will go crazy. Master, you don't know the scene -"

He put his hands on his waist, showing off his figure. His eyelids, which were not as big as the gap between his toes, were tight and his eyeballs were squeezed outward.

I can tell.

He prepared a rather rich performance for the subject, trying to make it as lifelike as possible.

This is a common method used by vulgar people, playing stupid and ugly, making people laugh in order to get a few benefits.

The waiter thought his eyesight was as good as those of the court officials and students, but he never expected to meet someone with such a strong curiosity.

He waited for the Golden Eyes to wave his hands impatiently, telling him to get to the point.

For a moment, he just stared at her with blinking eyes.

"How was the scene?"

Waiter: ...Ah?

"The scene, the scene, the scene is so scary..."

"How is it so scary?"

"He, he, he is..." The waiter stammered and looked at the other women at the table as if for help - no one paid any attention to him.

"Just what?"

Seeing the man asking questions, he simply performed a full show, with his arms spread out like an eagle and his eyes wide open.

"Mad man! He has lost his human form a long time ago! I didn't lie at all, sir, we really did meet, I was so distressed that I couldn't sleep for half the night..."

"Have you been having trouble sleeping since ten o'clock?"

Waiter: ...

"I'm sleepy, but I don't want to sleep because I feel sorry for my friend. Or am I in so much pain that I can't even feel sleepy?"

"I, I should be, I should be unable to sleep..."

“Any spiritual work the next day?”

"Master, how dare we, the poor people, be lazy..."

"Will the boss whip you if you slack off?"

"Look at what you said. The shopkeeper is kind-hearted, and we have to follow the rules, especially when we are working."

"He's glaring at you."

Waiter: ...

The dancing man turned around silently.

He walked aside stiffly like a corpse and started wiping the table and moving the chairs.

Roland hugged Rose, who was about to laugh and fall under the table, and said, "You have never been like this before."

The charming girl with green eyes snuggled into his arms, leaning against him, and even looked across the table provocatively - Shandel looked back at her with a smile.

"I?"

Rose licked the corner of her lips, tilted her head back and blew air, which tickled Roland.

"Of course there are."

She was referring to Rose as a thief.

Like the waiter, the thief certainly has his moments of fear and embarrassment.

"Is there an owner in the room?" Roland lowered his chin, grabbed her rebellious hand, and asked in a low voice.

"It's 'There's a naked old lady in the room.'

She said this and before her words could ferment, she started to chuckle.

Shandel's smile was a little stiff.

"Let's stop here today, Roland," she put down her teacup, called the waiter, and asked Yolanda to translate: "Take us to meet your friend tomorrow. Regarding the issue of 'life span' and carriages, I think we have a lot to talk about... By the way, what's in this wine?"

The waiter was about to thank him, but was slightly stunned when he heard this: "What did you put in?"

He subconsciously looked back at the shopkeeper and scratched the back of his head: "Lotus white, Miss, authentic lotus white."

Yolanda scoffed.

"What a joke. 'Authentic'? You are used to fooling people."…………

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The crazy man is called Zhou Dalu.

As the name suggests, he is not only simple-minded, but also has a pair of long ears like a donkey.

At first, he was not happy with this nickname - names like Hua Daozi, Zuo Di Hu and Gui Tou Liu in the gambling den were more impressive.

But when he understood the other metaphor behind this nickname, he loved it very much.

He always mentions his nickname to everyone he meets, and doesn't even want to be called by his full name.

He loved to wander the streets with a wine jug and a pipe in his hand. People called him "Zhou Dalu". When ignorant children asked him questions, he would grin with his black teeth, shake his head proudly and mysteriously, and tell them to ask their own mother.

What is pitiful and hateful is that his mother died in winter, his daughter was sold in spring, and he pawned his wife to the Lotus Sitting Immortal in the gambling den.

He lost his job and his hand was broken, becoming a complete cripple.

Normally, with backgrounds like Rose or Roland's, few would say anyone was 'pitiable' - Rose could be considered 'hateful' at best, and Roland could be considered 'another' or 'of'.

But after hearing this, Christine cried like a jellyfish and was about to melt into the chair.

——Zhou Dalu was locked up in a gambling house. According to the waiter, he owed a lot of gambling debts.

Early the next morning.

Shandel stayed in the room with Christine, whose eyes were red and who walked like a crab.

Roland, Rose, Halida, and Yolanda followed the waiter home, bought a car, and were led by him through the streets and alleys until they came to a narrow alley that was so dirty that even rats would find it disgusting. Two men leaning against the blue bricks looked at them with sinister eyes and "inspected" them...

The so-called inspection is questioning.

There weren't many obstacles.

Foreigners are more popular than locals.

"These guys look so confident that even an octopus could get in."

Roland followed the waiter with a smile on his face, while Yolanda kept rubbing her nose.

After passing through the porch, turning a few corners and taking two forks, we finally arrived at our destination: inside was an incredibly large underground gambling house.

After the chained iron door was pushed open, a crowd of people came out.

Everywhere there were men hanging, clamping or holding cigarette pipes.

Some wore cloth jackets, some had long collars or were shirtless. They gathered around different square or round tables, shouting and cursing, and the blue cloth was filled with gambling games.

Pai Gow, dominoes, betting on "fa cai", copper coins on "wan li". Some people were playing with flowers on the high platform at the door, and when they looked up, they could see a frame several feet long, with a form filled with names neatly filled in.

This is another kind of gambling.

The surname of Wei.

Spend a few dollars, buy a piece of paper, and bet on the surnames of one or several imperial examination candidates.

Roland was amazed.

He saw the same "wooden frame" on almost every wall. In addition to the surnames of the officials, there were also bets on "rain water" and on the gender of the baby of a concubine of a cousin of an official's concubine.

There were even bets on whether the upcoming 'treaty' would be signed smoothly, whether war would break out again, and whether a few battles could be won.

The front half of the casino is considered 'upper class', while the back half is straight down to the East End of London.

The two hounds in the iron fence were biting each other and bleeding profusely, and the shouts of the onlookers were deafening.

Dog, chicken, or bug.

Bring your own, choose and bet on the spot, or wait and buy a tonic for the dog that has been defeated after a series of victories.

Compared to the world on the ground.

Roland felt that this underground gambling house in front of him was the truly prosperous place.

Everything is alive here, releasing the pain and madness that is usually suppressed and repressed.

Even if a homeless person holding a child on the street could give you half your life in exchange for two pieces of dry biscuits, Roland still liked this underground torture shelter that was like self-punishment.

Because when all life starts to turn upside down.

Chaos comes to visit.

"How's it going, sir?"

"Excellent."

(End of this chapter)