The dog owner thought about this game when he was in elementary school.
When I went on a trip with my family, at the inn, my parents and my sister had a nervous breakdown, and the dog owner suggested. Trying to do it the way the four of them turn on their own in real time.
As a result, we all worked so desperately to attach the cards, flickering a seemingly fierce battle several times worse than Karta's, the cards bending, occasionally clawing our hands and hurting them, scattered.
Thanks to this play was to be sealed later in the dog owner, but the dog owner could not forget the fun of this game and took it to a friend at school and crashed the card there as well, so it only ended once.
Later, after becoming a novelist, I remembered this game and made it appear as a death game in the making...
"Doing it alone is... vain"
Standing within reach of the display, the dog owner shrugs.
There was a letter on the display about the start of the game, so it turns quickly. If we don't make ten pairs of combinations somehow within a minute, the bomb explodes and it's a forced game over, so we can't have it.
And quickly failed twice in a row, and the gun was shot.
Dog breeders had moved on the assumption that they would fail, long before they were found to have failed. Immediately after failing and turning the card for the second time, lie down with cancer.
A bullet passes over my head. And then immediately get up and turn again, and immediately lay down again.
"Like this... can you do ten pairs or something in a minute?
Vipers groan. It seems very impossible.
Pretty good luck, but for the fourth time, I could do a pair. The only time a gun was shot in the meantime was the first failure.
But ten seconds have passed. Ten or so sets are impossible within a minute at the same pace, but if you remember all the turning cards, chances are the faster the pace should go in the second half. But it takes luck and memory.
Twenty seconds have passed. I can't do a second pair. There was another shooting of failure.
Twenty seconds later, however, a pair could continue to assemble. Now there are six pairs left.
Another hassle streak from there. Dog owners seem to be getting used to it, and the speed of work has increased. If you turn the card and lay low immediately, the bullet will change. And if you look up right away, you can also check the turned cards.
Make a further pair as of forty seconds and achieve half.
Two more sets in fifty seconds. There are three pairs left, but ten seconds left.
(Pretty lucky, but still three pairs with ten seconds left is tight)
Vipers to swallow and watch. It's not a commotion in the right place. It's soaked to the chest in a bottomless swamp of despair.
Dog breeders move even faster. Hit two more pairs. But we have five seconds left.
(Is this a good opportunity to do an array? No, is it too early? But in any case, we don't have time. And I'm gonna need luck. Whether it gets shot good or not......)
At this point, the dog owner quit the act of crouching and squeezing. Continue and hit it. If we don't, we won't make it. But chances are, not a fifth.
The cards that turned in the dark were numbers that I didn't know. Not in the turning. The odds are even lower, but the odds have to turn even worse.
I turned my card to the dark clouds.
It was off. Then the gun activates and the gunfire goes off.
The dog owner did not perform the motion of crouching, but merely tilted his upper body slightly forward, continuing with further carding.
The bullet flew over the dog owner's back rinse.
With less than a second remaining, complete the tenth set of combinations.
Dog breeders and vipers, both of whom leak relieved exhales.
The game isn't over yet, but the rest is easier now. There are fewer cards left, and some cards are turned and grasped once.
Complete another ten pairs at more leisure than earlier. Still, it was nearly thirty seconds.
(And then you can win no matter what happens anymore)
Vipers look at the display and distract me. Thirty-two cards are left. I can make more and more pairs because I already know a lot about it once.
But the dog owner was nervous. From here it was the real deal.
With six pieces left, I'll be ready. I already know all the contents of the card, so I don't have to make mistakes or anything else, but I'm in a state where I can turn and end it.
(That's a bet... a bet on your life...)
Two, a dog breeder who sees a ring framed on his drug finger.
(Even if you lose the bet, you can go over there and meet with you, and it won't hurt me)
Speaking in his heart, the dog owner turned the card.
The viper peeled off his eyes, looking at the dog's chosen card.
A gunshot sounded.
You should know what the rest of the cards are, but the dog owner made the wrong choice. In the meantime, it did not even perform a bullet-changing operation.
A dog owner who ate a bullet in the flank collapsed at the front.
"Whoa, what are you doing!
Unexpectedly screaming viper.
"I got alarmed and made a mistake..."
The dog owner stood up as he said bitterly, opened all the rest of the cards, finished the game, and fell again.
The viper takes care of the dog owner. The bullet is missing. It's not a fatal wound, but it's not a wound that can be left alone. In the meantime, I'll pull off the dog keeper's shirt, replace it with a bandage and keep it tied.
"I didn't... insure... the disguise of... ooh..."
In the ear of a viper, the dog keeper whispers.
"When you die, you don't have an ex or a child..."
A viper who understands the meaning of a dog breeder's words and becomes a frightened face.
"You need to do the seventh too...... I'm sorry. I need you to hang out a little longer."
Dog breeder with a bright blue face and fluttering up.
"No, you should just run away from here and treat..."
"Don't put Kelli on me still hanging out with the Van Dam game while I call the Vipers and leave them in a state where they can get away. I mean... to kill those guys. Explore their whereabouts while you travel between games. He wants to see my death up close, and he's in the same building."
When the dog owner looked up at the display, it said: The seventh mission is a sports gym on the seventh floor.
At one point, the shoe technique received various lectures on spirits and techniques from a suspicious fortune teller, and at one point the man who was a spellman who passed the law - the star charcoal ball husband.
"That's why this technique adversely affects Iyo if Iyo is not trained"
"How long does it take to train?
"At least two years. Even if you're talented, you should see it for six months to a year."
"What are the negative effects?
I can't wait that long. Aware of the danger, the shoe law decided to enforce it.
"Because those who are untrained or without righteousness dwell in a state that is very much the same as possession. There is no doubt that spiritual resentment can have a negative effect. When it's bad, reason and thinking are also diminished. But there are ways to alleviate it to some extent. With this curse of reckoning."
"But it's expensive, isn't it?
"Not so much. Let's lose 40,000 yen now."
The shoe method bought the spell, but it only eases it, so it doesn't have any negative effects at all. Furthermore, he said that the side effects on the flesh were not taken into account at all.
"Because it is based on an extrajudicial method that temporarily lowers the sneaky god into generations and gives him his transcendent power for even a short period of time. So, Iyo, who used the technique, became a relentless abolitionist, whether trained or not. The technique I use is pretty mild, but naturally, when converting resentful spiritual resentment into physical force, it puts a considerable burden on the flesh. Instead of tapping into all your potential, don't tap beyond your limits. Common and muscle aches. If it's bad, you've slept your whole life."
After listening to Tamao, Shoe Law decided that I should be ready to die here already.
(But still. Let's say we give this to take the vengeance of the murdered Fire Discovery BBA people)
The shoe law was determined, and although I tried to tell Keeko the story, I was opposed.
"Kee, you can't do that. I can't believe Mr. Shoefang still alive lost his life with revenge. Absolutely not, Da Me! Kee!"
"Okay. So, Keeko's trump card when he couldn't do it."
I also wondered if it would hinder Keeko's kindness, and the shoe method, at first, I decided to leave it to Keeko.
Except Van Damme, Terrence and Peaches, who are no longer in the room. Yaoshan left to participate in the next game.
"Whether you've seen his actions so far or have had an immediate conversation with him, he felt like one of his masterpieces, but now he's like that."
It was surprising from Van Dam's point of view that the dog owner inevitably ate the bullet on the verge of completing the game.
"A human being is a creature who makes mistakes. That was an act I felt I would make. Or maybe I was alarmed and my concentration was interrupted...... In any case, it would be hard to keep playing more games in that state"
It was Van Damme who was a little sorry. But it seems pretty amazing that I've never been hurt before.
A knock, the door to the room opens, and the rod comes in.
"Sorry. I screwed up"
Rod, with his face badly swollen, apologizes. Terrence heads to the fridge and picks up the ice. I also help Peaches.
"Tsuko-san, not that way. Turn off the jamming radio. I'll call an ambulance."
"Yes."
Based on the swelling on Rod's face, it was determined that the bones on his face would also be broken, and Van Damme, who took the call, ordered Peaches to temporarily cut the jamming that spread throughout the hotel.
"You look neat if you lose."
I said as Terrence toweled the vinyl with ice and water and offered it to the rod.
"My master, Master, used to say that what you get when you lose is bigger. I feel that every time I lose. Depends on how you lose."
Rod receives a simple ice sac and speaks with a superior smile. Know your usual blurry rod. If you look at it from Terrence and Van Damme, it feels fresh.
"But I'm going to win."
"Do that."
Vandam shrugged her shoulders gently to Terrence, who proclaimed with a refreshing smile.