Master Swindler

Lu Qingjia is about to leave with his wife and children who are gamblers, and the gamblers begged and pleaded quickly.

"One more round, another round, I still have something to bet with you, I can definitely make a profit."

This scene seems to be the reappearance of the last period of time before his death, the demon who can't wake up the family is broken, the more he loses, the more he believes that he can come back.

Seeing this, the wives and children of ghost gamblers were full of grievances, and they were about to tear the ghost gamblers to pieces, so that Xiao Yu and the others stopped them.

Lu Qingjia turned around and said, "You have no more bets. Why do you bet with me?"

The gambler's eyes rolled around, and finally he was cruel: "Yes, and myself."

Lu Qingjia smiled: "But I have no interest in you."

"You are a ghost gambler, you don’t have to produce, and you dream about getting something for nothing at the poker table. You no longer have the ability to focus on your work. Now you have become a ghost. Even if you pick your organs and sell them, it’s just empty talk. I’m going to do useless bets. Well?"

Talking to the wife and child who swept the gambling ghost: "After all, I just wanted your wife and children at first."

"Well, your wife is a good woman, and his son is smart and beautiful. I'm very satisfied."

The scene of this wife and child being occupied deeply hurt the heart of gambling ghosts.

Especially with the momentum of the winner of the little white face group, relying on the good looks, his wife and son's faces are not miserable and desperate, but their faces are blushing, seemingly looking forward.

The gambler was so angry that he vomited blood.

He hurriedly said: "You dare not? That's right. You are cheating, so naturally you don't dare to gamble more. You are afraid that I will expose you if you come a few times. If you want to be so confident, just bet with me. Put."

Lu Qingjia shook his head helplessly: "Extreme tactics are of no use to me. After all, I don't have any obsession with gaming tables. Why should I use your logic to guess me?"

"But—" He lowered his body slightly, and said to the gambler like a gift: "You don't have nothing to gamble on."

The gambler hurriedly said: "You can say whatever you want to bet, and I will accompany you."

Lu Qingjia curled her lips: "How is your perspective?"

The blood on the gambler's face faded in an instant. Although he didn't have much blood to speak of as a ghost, he was indeed so pale as a paper man at this time.

"You, you—" He was extremely panicked and looked at the five female ghosts, but immediately knew that it was impossible for them to leak the secret.

After all, his ability was that his wife and children didn't tell him, so he was afraid to make the mother and daughter angry.

This is his ability to be a gambling ghost after his death. Even if he becomes a ghost, he doesn't really reflect on the fault of gambling. The biggest regret is that he didn't win.

Therefore, the strong obsession gave him an ability to be invincible to gambling ghosts.

If he had this ability when he was alive, he would have won a lot of money long ago, and he would lead his wife and children to live a life of delicious and spicy food.

"If you have this ability when you are alive, I'm afraid you would have won a lot of money long ago-right?"

Such a sentence appeared in the ears of the gambler. At first he thought it was his own voice, but only after the next second did he react. It was the voice of the little white face in front of him.

The expression on the gambler's face can be called horror, as if once again facing the fear of losing all in the last game of his lifetime.

His ability to be confident, even what he thought in his heart, was all seen through by this person?Does this person know how to read minds?

"I don't know how to read minds." Lu Qingjia spoke again, slowly saying in a ghostly gambling expression: "It's just that what you think in your heart is written on your face, I am not blind, am I?"

Lu Qingjia sat down again with long legs, looking at the gambler condescendingly——

"Keep the cards? Do you really think that making up a botched lie will be all right at the gaming table?"

"In the first game, a bluff was revealed. Why did I draw a 4 of hearts, but turned into six clubs when I showed up?"

"Obviously they are cards that are much smaller than you, why are you so calm? Since you said you can record cards, when you see that the cards are different from what you expected, you should first doubt your memory, or your order is due to some sort of The reason is disrupted."

"But your eyes didn't fall on the deck for a second, staring at my cards from beginning to end, and didn't ask to reshuffle the cards. It can be seen that your method of identifying the bottom of a card is not based on memory."

"Sure enough, in the second game, you still found the big card you wanted, but the cards were changed in the blink of an eye. Obviously you took the hole card in your hand and ran into my hand, but the small card I pulled out went. On your side."

"Haha, just to prevent cheating, Xiaoyu and the others have been using the camera to record the footage at the time. If you are interested, you can replay it. The expression on your face at that time is like saying,'Why did my card run to you? It's written on the face in the hand."

The female ghosts are also urging, and immediately opened the previous video after hearing this, and dialed back to the period after the opening of the second game.

He smiled and said: "Hey! Don't tell me, really. This is the expression on this fool's face."

"Yes, yes, I said just now that his expression is so stupid, that's what it meant."

"Listen to Jiajia's explanation and you will understand."

Several people ignored the lower and lowered heads of the gambling ghost, Lu Qingjia finally said: "After two consecutive rounds of events have exceeded expectations, the way to deal with your last round is actually to pinch the cards in your hand."

"This is enough to show how confident you are in the bottom of the cards you draw. If you just count the cards, no one dares to be so sure under the premise of making so many mistakes and twists and turns? But you dare."

"It's as if those cards are in your hand as if they are open and there is no secret, so your so-called confidence is not at all cards, but perspective, right?"

The gambler's underwear was stripped off, and he was suspicious of ghosts at the moment.

But the blow was not over yet, Lu Qingjia stepped on his finger and the gambling ghost let out a painful cry.

It stands to reason that this gambler can bend over, and the human body should pass through without directly hurting him, but his fingers are suffering from the pain of frying.

Lu Qingjia is like the black boss of a casino: "If this is at a real gaming table, and you have tried a thousand tricks to be used by me, then I can chop off your fingers no matter if I win or lose."

After grinding for a long time, Lu Qingjia took back the soles of his shoes, and looked at the gambler like a maggot.

"Going back to the sentence just now, do you think you had this ability to make a fortune by gambling?"

"Then I will tell you with certainty that you will still lose and ruin your fortune."

"You are too stupid and greedy. There are so many horses and feet that the blind can see. The worst thing about the casino is smart people and smart people. The idiot gives you some benefits and flattery, and the cartilage head floats up to the sky. A little sleeve can get your bottom sleeve out."

"What's more-the tricks behind the casino floor. If you don't come up with an achievement, you can play around, and you can see it in a trivial way? You just get a card to let you watch and you lose."

Lu Qingjia sneered and stood up: "Wangli Wangba still wants to win against the dealer. This kind of stupid joke is really not enough."

After talking about his hand on the deck of playing cards on the table, all the cards just now have changed. Everyone understands that he used a blindfold method.

The gambler understood. When he came back, he gave Lu Qingjia the card and put the magic charm. The kind of charm is specially designed for ghosts. The range of a deck of cards is sure to maintain a stable and long-lasting effect.

Lu Qingjia controls everything he sees, and naturally the other party's perspective is useless.

Everyone realized that this was a crush from the beginning, no matter what the angle.

The gambling ghost lost nothing in his lifetime, and finally gained a new ability after death. He thought he had regained some confidence, but the conditions were not allowed. At this moment, the fluke was uprooted.

All of a sudden, he fell to the bottom of the entire building. The eyes of other people looked at him, not only because of the previous disgust, but now they have more sympathy for his IQ.

Even the eyes of a few-year-old son looked at him.

The curly-haired female ghost suddenly realized: "No, this guy's ability is perspective, is it just a pair of cards or all other objects?"

Talking about this, several people held their chests tightly, and looked at the gambler with a ferocious expression.

Gambling ghosts know that a few female ghosts are so powerful, just like a bereaved concubine, they waved their hands quickly: "No, no, I didn't aim randomly. This is not a passive skill, I'm not nasty."

But a few female ghosts still beaten around and said angrily: "We want us to see your eyes fall on us, and goug your eyes."

The gambler cried and pointed to Lu Qingjia: "Why? He wants this ability too."

The five female ghosts looked at Lu Qingjia and blushed: "Bah! Jiajia won't be as wretched as you."

"And the same thing Jiajia does is different from what you do with a pig head."

Sisters, the meaning in your words is dangerous?

Lu Qingjia shook his head and said, "It's okay. I'm not in a hurry to ask for this ability. Let's keep it with you for the time being."

Then he glanced at his watch: "It's getting too early. Let's go back to the room and rest. There will be other things tomorrow."

When everyone left the room, the expression on the gambler's face was still dumb.

It's not only Lu Qingjia's entire operation, but also his last words.

That's a ghost skill. It's a skill that can only be exploded through the evaluation of level A or above. Hear what he said.

Just like clicking and sending the Dragon Slaying Treasure Knife waiting for him to receive it, I stored it first, and the co-author has been waiting for you in place?

The gamblers were immediately in awe, feeling that the big brother's world was beyond their comprehension.

Turns back, I saw that the gambler who had been beaten into a pig's head and his wife and children were snatched away was also paralyzed on the ground like his father.

Although this product shocked him when he appeared on the stage, after some tossing, he saw that this product was not afraid, only sympathy and contempt, what should I do?

Who will tell him not to be so bloated and take the ghost threat in the copy seriously?

Lu Qingjia put the gambling wife and children together and prepared to go back to the room, but the kid grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said with some expectation, "Should I call you father in the future?"

His mother quickly pulled his hand off: "What nonsense."

He hurriedly apologized to Lu Qingjia: "I'm sorry, the child is not sensible, Xiaoyu and the others told me that you are a good person, thank you."

The child was a little wronged. In his simple values, his father was gambled on the whole family to be extremely poor. No matter how his mother tried to persuade him, it was useless. In the end he was bullied by a group of terrible people.

The uncle looked kind and gentle, and he was able to clean up his father. Sister Xiaoyu also said they were good people.

Now that he has won them, can he be his son by himself?

Lu Qingjia raised his eyebrows, touched the child's head, and said with a smile: "It's not impossible. I like people calling me father."

The child smiled when he heard the words and screamed, "Dad!"

The gambler who wanted to sneak a look at his wife and children in the card wall saw it, and was so excited that he retracted and cried.

A good night dream, and the next morning, Lu Qing Jiading delivered the things.

Director An saw the daily necessities, household supplies, and oily food that were being brought in from outside, and was so surprised that his hands brushing his teeth stopped.

"What is this for?"

Lu Qingjia smiled and said, “It’s not easy to eat box lunch every day. The apartment is ventilated and energized. It’s not a problem to do it yourself.”

"The kitchenware and electrical ingredients are understandable." Director An pointed to the bedding and pillows and other daily necessities: "Then what are these for?"

"Improve the living environment." Lu Qingjia smiled.

Director Ann wanted to get angry again: "The structure of the room, you don't even want to change a fingernail to me."

Lu Qingjia waved his hand: "Why? Isn't there a lot of empty rooms? The place where we live is also the shooting location. I still understand the truth."

Director Ann was only relieved of his anger, but he couldn't tell, he always felt that something was wrong.

Suddenly realized: "Hey, everyone is so busy, who is free to cook? I tell you, don't even want to hire someone."

Lu Qingjia didn't care: "It's just preparation. Whoever wants to open a small stove when he has time will go. There is no hard and fast rule, but when everyone is greedy, they can just reach out and be self-sufficient."

Director Ann really can't find a reason to refute it. After all, this is related to everyone's welfare. He is not good at pressing too tightly on non-principles.

He waved his hand annoyingly, moved in and had breakfast, and then pulled the satyr player away——

"Didn't you do a good job of mental construction yesterday? I took a look at the photo of the bottom of your skirt, yes, that's it."

"Now that you are all ready, let's take a picture of you today."

The pervert player was so risky that he didn't splash the bowl of porridge on his face. He had endured the humiliation of shaving his legs and wearing a skirt. Why did he have to endure so much?

Why didn't he go out to play mahjong for a day or chat with the old man and old lady for a long time so relaxed scenes?

The satyr player turned to Lu Qingjia for help.

Yesterday the female ghosts said that if he really did something that molested women, whether it was voluntary or not, it might arouse the female ghosts' killing intent. This is simply a fire.

Lu Qingjia smiled at Director An: "I will persuade him again."

Then he pulled the satyr player aside and muttered that he didn't know what he said.

I only saw the pervert player come back with doubts about his life, his expression was switched back and forth between horrible and face, what decision was finally made.

Director Duan who was going to die generously said: "Let's go."

After Director An and his entourage left on location, the five ghosts, the ghost gambler's wife and the children appeared one after another.

Lu Qingjia pointed to the things he bought back: "Just use it, it's all for you."

Then he said to the ghost gambler: "We want to have a hearty meal at noon, can you help us make a table of dishes?"

The gambler's wife nodded and took her son into the kitchen.

Seeing that there are a lot of special children’s organic food in the ingredients, as well as the children’s favorite fried chicken, the gambling wife wiped her eyes, and handed the breakfast a sticker clearly reserved for the children to her son to let him go and eat for himself. Roll up his sleeves and start cooking.

The gambler wanted to come in to help, but he heard his son say, "The fried chicken that Dad bought is really delicious."

Immediately closed again.

Today the director has arranged a new task, let the addict and thief players try to steal something back.

Whether it's the chewing gum next to the cashier of the store, or the bacon sausages dried on the balcony by the nearby residents, you have to steal something back.

The thief player didn't question much. After all, although he was illegal and disciplinary, he was easy to fool at any rate. He just bought something and said it was stealing and coaxed the director. Before it was his turn to shoot, he didn't have to take it seriously.

And because of Lu Qingjia's good performance yesterday, the director didn't make much request.

Players who play sexual perverts today are asked to do illusions, assuming they are a total pervert, unable to control sadism, and need to find a prostitute who will not be noticed by anyone to vent.

How to plan, what kind of goals to look for, what to do beforehand, and how to end afterwards.

These plans are required to be written in a notebook and pondered over and over in your own room. It would be even better if you can match the fantasy movie imagination.

The player who plays the sexual pervert is really scared, and finds Lu Qingjia: "Then grandson is afraid that there is a problem with the schedule, right?"

"I'm really going to this point here, I'm sure that I will anger the female ghost and be killed before shooting."

Then he said: "No, I'm afraid, brother, can you stay with me later?"

Lu Qingjia was also happy: "Tonight, I have something to do this afternoon."

The people who stayed in the apartment at noon were all feasted. At first, everyone was a little bit resistant to the food cooked by ghosts. This has been a long time since their customs clearance record.

However, Lu Qingjia ate calmly, and the skill of gambling ghost wife is really good, and everyone couldn't help it.

The few players left over from such a large table menu will definitely not be able to eat, and obviously they have also prepared for the ghosts, the wives and children of the ghost gambling.

The female ghosts ate the essence of the food and shouted with satisfaction: "I haven't eaten so enjoyable since I died."

The little ghost also ate happily, and there are few scenes in his memory where he ate a lot. Pulling Lu Qingjia into a mouthful and yelling to his father was sincere.

But his father was dismissed with two bones like a dog, squatting in the corner and slowly chewing, and he was not qualified to serve.

People in the apartment get along well with ghosts, but people who go out are not so much better.

In the afternoon, Director Ann and the satyr players came back, accusing each other and verbally, if it hadn't been for the assistant to stop them, it would have been fighting.

Everyone came out to take a look, okay, director An's face was swollen into a pig's head at the moment, his glasses were all crooked, one of the lenses was broken, and the camera looked like he had been smashed.

The pervert player looked good, and plausibly scolded Director An.

Several people quickly pulled them away: "What's the matter?"

One of the players did not wait for an answer and speculated: "Hey, it must have been caught by a girl during a sneak shot. Some girls are not on your excuses for social research. I'm afraid they were beaten by someone or a girl?"

Another player persuaded: "Director An, I told you a long time ago that we will make movies when we make movies. Don't think about trying to be on the verge of breaking the law all day long. If you say sacrifice for art, it depends on whether the police agree or not?"

"Okay now, let someone beat you up, right? You should be thankful that they just beat you and didn't turn you into the game, otherwise who is going to fish you now?"

When Director Ann heard this, it was like adding fuel to the fire: "Bah! If the fuck is that way, I was beaten and it was worth it. You ask what this pervert did?"

The pervert player didn't feel guilty when he heard this, and said plausibly: "What the hell did I do? Don't you just listen to you?"

"I'm a pervert, a perverted pervert, where did I go out without listening to your instructions? You let me steal underwear from someone else's underwear, follow up when you ask me to follow, and strike up a conversation when you get in touch with me, and take the opportunity when I take the elevator. Touching the hand of the person going down the elevator, his eyes were lewd and teased, making the person disgusting enough."

"What did you say I didn't do? In the end, you asked me to secretly take pictures of the bottom of my skirt. My mother had overfulfilled the task, so I sneaked into the toilet and took secret pictures while others were relieved. Didn't I do it right? You asked me trouble?"

"You fucking said that you have to take risks for the sake of art. Now the risk is on you. You beat me up?"

When the others heard, "Isn't that okay? Since we have done everything that should be done, we can only say that the last thing is an accident."

"Yeah, you see everyone running away, it's pretty good that you can come back."

Even the female starring Shuisheyao said, "Director An, forget it, don't breathe, take some medicine tonight and take a good rest. No one wants things here."

Director An pointed to the wolf player with trembling fingers, and swallowed a heart-saving pill with anger.

Then he yelled: "Fart, do you dare to tell everyone that the harassers are all men?"

"I said you fucking can’t understand people or are you sick? I thought you had mistaken the previous ones with long hair. Later, I showed you the way. You’re not a fucking girl or a guy. friend."

"While in the elevator, who's hand did you take the opportunity to touch? Then he was an uncle with longer creases on his face. What kind of disgusting expression did you compare to others, and they almost fell in fright."

"Fortunately, I carried the camera and ran fast, otherwise people lie on the ground and touch the porcelain, we all have to finish playing."

"Finally sneak shots—" Director An poured a glass of water fiercely: "You fucking dare to say sneak shots, right?"

"I couldn't stop him at the time. You fucking dragged me and rushed into the men's room to die. It was a khaka for two brawny guys who were standing peeing, and when I finished, I said that I made it. "

"The two would just beat me according to Lao Tzu, so they wouldn't beat you, why? Because I'm afraid you are a fucking pervert?"

After speaking, Director Ann took out the phone, dialed a number, and cursed at the other end: "Your mother's Laozi asked you to find someone for me, who did you find? #%&%*……%"

The director shouted insults here. Everyone took a breath and looked at the satyr player. The satyr player shoved his shoulders and spread their hands: "What am I doing? Who says that harassing men is not a satyr? I played well, I am. How about being not interested in women?"

Stalking his neck after speaking, he peeped at Lu Qingjia.

Xindao [Brother, I did what you said, can't poke the female ghost's anger, right?

The author has something to say:

67+: I like not to call my father.

Green brother: It's such a coincidence, so am I.