Junko was a little surprised that Van Damme called, but the reason he called was even more unexpected.
"I heard there was a person there named Midori Shizuno. It's in Pharmaceutical Buddha City, could you stop by the Maslao Hotel? There's a ghost out at the hotel, and there's a man named Dog Owner, who recommends her to the psychic. '
"Wait a minute."
Junko, who was in his room, goes to the living room. In the living room, Yi watched TV as Midori told her not to.
Junko tells the three of them about the phone call he made.
(Dog breeder, have you vandammed my existence? - Yes. I want to keep a secret about Midori. If my true brother asks, he'll be absolutely grumpy. Wow, this)
I am glad that there is no truth in this place, but I also felt that it seemed to fall apart quickly because there is also Yi and Shizuku. I don't have a connected spirit, I don't even share all of my memories and information.
"The Maslao Hotel had an SOS signature earlier."
Yi said.
"The dog in SOS was a dog owner, didn't the precious mean Midori?
"Wow..."
Junko pointed me out and Midori made a difficult face.
"Was that something I shouldn't have said? Then I'm sorry."
"Mm-hmm... well, don't touch me. Well, I'm just gonna go."
Midori calls a taxi.
"Midori, don't forget the ghost souvenir"
"Do you have any trouble being brought that?
"I don't need a ghost. It has to be living."
Midori left the living room, receiving the voices of Shenzhen, Yi and Junko on his back.
Fifth mission, whimsical darts.
A number is specified in advance.
A game where you throw an arrow three times to hit a dart's number so that the sum of the numbers you hit is the same as the number you specify.
For example, if the specified number is 100, the digits displayed in the darts must be equal to 35, 17, 48 to a total of 100.
The player takes the poison in advance and if he wins the specified number, he gets the antidote, but he needs four antidotes, so he has to win four.
Up to seven games. I mean, if you lose four times, that's it.
Dirtz's aim was an LCD display, and the arrow had a sucker tip. Throw it for a try and it sticks easily.
"Um??? is what?
Viper looks at the darts' targeted numbers and asks. Red as well as numbers for the purpose???? and blue???? was displayed.
"The red question mark is a hidden number until you hit it. The blue one is a random number. Sometimes the red one is fixed by changing to a number even if it doesn't hit occasionally."
"I see...... Is that why you're a whimsical dart..."
"Sometimes even if you aim at the sum of the numbers, it's impossible to make them a specified number just because the numbers are displayed. In that case red???? We have no choice but to explore from within. Blue with random numbers???? Sometimes they aim, but that's when they corner you. Oh, blue???? may also be a bonus for increasing the number of times"
"This is an irrational luck gay...... No, it's not just the luck element, but the luck element is too strong."
Following the dog owner's explanation, Viper smiled bitterly.
"Isn't that a good idea? It's not fun to play without any luck, is it? Yeah. You want me to let Viper do it? I'll take the poison."
"What? What are you talking about?
The dog owner's sudden suggestion felt like he meant it, not a joke, and the viper flaunts his face.
"You're the type who doesn't gamble or anything at all, right? So I thought I'd teach you the pleasure."
"Yes... I'm not a gambler or anything."
"I'm recommending it because I thought so. You're the one who doesn't rely on luck to the best of his ability and wants to solve everything on his own. But this fun... I don't know how to say it by mouth. It's an area. We should actually try."
"If it's that much fun, you should do it"
"Me too... I used to fall for a beating, but now I can't enjoy it anymore"
Dog breeder spilling a lonely grin.
"Why not?
"That's what I'll tell you when you play this game and win. To be honest, this also uses motor nerves and motion vision... I'm worried about you."
"I see..."
A little convincing viper.
"Can I do it instead?
"I'm the one who drinks poison. You're going to be okay because there's a development where you can do the original instead."
Van Damme would be stationary if not, but the dog owner saw that there was no stationary.
A dog owner picks up a capsule of poison from inside a vending machine. Drink it and it will start at that point. Vipers also set up dart arrows.
Then we'll have a drink.
After speaking up, the dog owner took the poison. Then the targeted LCD display glowed and slowly rotated.
The specified numbers are shown at the center of the darts. It's 77 now.
The palpitations of the viper with the arrow accelerate.
(If it's my own life, I'm still under more pressure than risking my own life to bear someone else's life...)
I can take it to the sum value with just the numbers displayed at the moment, so nervously, I throw it for 20, 42, 15 and a number whose sum will be a specified 77.
All three times, the target of the darts glowed violently.
An ampoule type container with an antidote falls into the vending machine.
"First one...... Brilliant."
The dog owner shrugged and immediately took the antidote. It also has a delaying effect on the progression of the poison, so I just have to drink it when it comes out.
The next number is 65. The sum is possible with just the numbers still displayed, but the roulette moved faster. Then suddenly it is difficult to guess when the reverse rotation starts or stops.
But the viper hits three times with no problem and gives out the second antidote.
The third turn, the number is 83, but all that is shown on the darts is even. In total, it will never be 83.
You mean use... Blue random aim is unlikely, and red??? If you use hidden numbers for any of......)
On the first throw the viper is in red, a hidden number??? hit.
??? changes to three of the numbers.
None of the numbers shown reach 40. I mean, again???? I have to hit it.
Another one, red???? Try to aim. The number that came out was 31. Now that it's even again, with the numbers shown, it won't reach 83 whichever one you hit, so either way??? I just have to aim again.
"If this happens to me, don't bet a single reversal on a random blue shot"
"I won't... The odds are too low."
"Blue can throw more often if you're lucky."
"Right...... Then I'll try blue."
In the form of following the words of the dog breeder, Viper aimed for blue, but not more often, but also with the displayed number of 12, this turn was a loss.
Four games left. If you lose three of them, you don't have enough antidote and it's game over.
"The random elements are too frivolous..."
Shortly after the viper shrugged, new and designated numbers appeared on the LCD display and the fourth turn began. Again, the displayed numbers alone are not designated numbers.
The fourth turn came out of the red random, and three more numbers appeared to be the designated indication, so I broke through without difficulty and also got the third antidote. Now you have three games left. One win and you can clear it.
I'm not at all relieved because of random elements, even though I can't be relieved because there are three times.
Anxiety became a reality, and both the fifth and sixth turns were held back by random walls, with one turn left in no time.
"Come on, it's getting exciting - eh. This is where the fun starts."
Dog owners are nagging as usual when they say their lives are at stake. Vipers on the other hand are completely pale.
(Did this guy want to flavor me this mood? Shit, since the fight with Snow Oka...... no, that's more than that. You think I'm so freaked out...)
For Viper, it wasn't the first time that a situation where a person other than himself would die if he failed, but that was something he could work hard to solve. This game I'm playing right now can't be helped by force.
The specified number is 88. By example,???? was a substitute that would not be aligned unless it was opened.
(The fact that the fixed hidden numbers are full of hassles means this, shouldn't we be aiming for randomness from the start?
Tough bet, but since I'm lucky from targeting numbers hidden in fixation, Viper came up with the idea that I should bet on random numbers luck then. blue that is random???? is that they sometimes increase the number of times.
(Ok, I'll bet on that...)
Fighting the fear of failure, Viper targets the blue numbers from the beginning. The eyes that came out were twelve.
The numbers themselves were a substitute for not being able to align the specified numbers, but the borders of the numbers glowed and flashed, reflecting a single increase in the number of times.
And even blue???? Vipers keep aiming. The numbers are ten of hassles. It doesn't even increase the number of times.
When I threw the third time, 32 came out. 54 in total. 34 that arrived at the specified number was present on the panel. In other words, now it is a number that can be aligned.
Taste the feeling of losing all body power with relief, while hitting 34. The last antidote falls into the vending machine.
(I won... you won...)
Achievement, relief, joy of victory, liberation, these four blow intensely in the viper. My whole body is shivering with samurai in small pieces. The palpitations don't stop fast either.
"Stay annoyed. And stay thankful."
A dog owner who has taken an antidote speaks to a viper who is stiffened while standing.
"I was just telling you, why did you stop enjoying gambling?
To get his feelings right, Viper spoke to the dog owner.
"I succeeded as a novelist and became rich. And... I'm starting to treat my life like shit."
Nihil grinned and the dog breeder spoke.
"You're rich enough to be hooked on horse racing, or you're the oil king who's golden until you get a rare character out of the chatter? They only enjoy gambling shallow. You're not gonna step out of the safe zone, and you're not gonna be in a lot of pain if you lose it, are you? It's really just a game. The pleasure of betting is when you have the thrill of challenging the battle, savoring the painful fears. I took the money and realized I was going to make it... I don't have the nerve to let go of all my money, and I just became an Okera, and I'd make as much money as I wanted to."
The dog owner, speaking, remembered when he lived the rough life of his life that day before becoming a novelist.
"It used to be different when I was poor. I'm the skinny one who worked part-time as a day labourer, right? Helping fishermen and stuff, but it turned out to be good money, and it was hilarious. So, I can't wait to see the pain and remorse that I've ruined by taking over the gambling and making the precious and important money that I've earned from desperate thoughts. But because of that pain and fear, I can taste the best thrill, and I can't wait to rejoice when I win. It feels exactly like a victory drink. Now you realize that, don't you? Some people make fun of gambling just because of preconceptions, but you can do it once, and then you can say it. Seriously, in a painful way. Once you taste this delight, you'll never feel like ridiculing yourself."
"Ha..."
The dog owner spoke uncommonly and excitedly, but the viper strikes a careless gavel, feeling he can't keep up.
"This pleasure is the privilege of the poor - the weak. You'll never taste it when you're rich, it's supreme pleasure. Not to mention that, like me, even the fear of death has been paralyzed, and people who don't care about their lives anymore don't even burn gambling for their lives. With thrills, death games are fun. So I thought I'd entertain you more than I would. I never bet or anything. - I don't know."
"Hey... I know what you're trying to say, and I got a taste for it in my hands-on experience, but I'll never forgive you again..."
Viper said with a fed up face to the dog breeder who seemed to talk forever when left alone.
"I know it's thrilling and hilarious, but that's why not everyone and he all flirt with gambling. I knew it wouldn't suit me. I honestly think it was a valuable experience."
"Right. That's too bad..."
The dog owner shrugged his shoulder and fell with the last antidote, showing Viper the next destination note. It said upstairs ballroom.
In an attempt to move, one young black man stood in front of the two as they tried to walk out.
The man rolls his fighting spirit and stares at the viper with a fluttering face. It feels like the dog owner is completely out of my sight.
It was Rod Crystal, a warrior from Sea Chihuahua, who showed up.
"Hey, long time no see."
The viper hoists one side of the corner of his mouth and laughs happily and speaks. I felt signs that I was obviously able to play in my area of expertise where I was being slammed to death by someone else's life-threatening beating, and I remembered the feeling that my whole body's cells boiled with joy.