Chapter 282 Memory

Not only the one in his hand, but also the remaining chips have their own patterns painted on them.

But it's not all eyes.

They are [eyes], [ears], [mouth], [nose] and [tongue].

John frowned, looking at these strange chips, he seemed to have a bad premonition.

But before he could dig too much into it.

"I think." The woman sitting next to him said suddenly: "Although I know this game is a bit strange, but no matter what, I think we should play a game first, how about it."

The man in a suit on the other side of the woman also nodded: "That's what I mean, but before that, should we state our names first?"

His eyes swept across the other four people and said: "Because in my mind, there is only the name [William] left. I think this should be my name, then you should all know your name too." .”

"Yes, my name is Jill." The woman responded: "But that's all I know now."

"My name is John." John also joined in. No matter what, saying each other's names is a good start.

The sloppy man hesitated: "Okay, my name is Cisse."

In this way, everyone at least knew their names.

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, the slovenly Cisse turned a card upside down in front of him.

"That's almost it. To be honest, I'm not interested in knowing everyone's names. I just want to finish this disgusting game quickly, so I've finished it, so don't waste your time." Cisse said.

"Okay." William, the man in the suit, shrugged and followed Cisse's example and took a card.

In this case, the others said nothing more and each played their own cards.

immediately

"Since all the cards have been played now, if there are no changes, let's turn them over." Cisse shouted, and without waiting for others to say whether to change the cards, he took the lead in turning over the cards in front of him. Zhang [Stone].

Speaking of which, in the game of rock, paper, scissors, there are ways to improve your winning rate. For example, if your opponent is a 'fierce man' with a bad temper, a bad temper, and a strong desire to win, then he will play in the first round [ Stone] is much more likely than the other two.

And Cisse seems to confirm this.

"What bad luck. I am Scissors. It seems that you are going to get a chip from me." The person who spoke was William. As he said this, he also looked at the cards in front of him.

"Okay, then I'm welcome." Cisse smiled disdainfully.

In fact, if he hadn't been tied to the chair, he would have probably already grabbed the chips in front of William.

William smiled helplessly, had no choice but to take out a chip and threw it to the other party.

Next, Jill was revealed, and she also produced [Scissors].

"Hahaha, what good luck, then your bargaining chip belongs to me too." Cisse said with a smile.

Gil spread his hand, also holding a chip, and threw it to Cisse.

At this point in the game, both Gil and William had one chip taken away, leaving only 4 chips, while Cisse already had 7 chips.

At this moment, all eyes were naturally focused on John, who had not yet turned over the cards.

John smiled and shook his head, then turned over the card - he played [cloth].

Everyone was stunned for a moment, because they didn't know if it was a coincidence or not. In this round, the cards everyone played were exactly the same as the bartender said when he gave an example.

Well, that's not the point.

As John turned over the cards, the round was over. Although he could get one from Cisse, he had to give two to Gil and William.

So, here are the results of the first round.

Cisse【6 pieces】

William【5 pieces】

Jill【5 pieces】

And John has the least, only [4 coins]

"Oh, this kind of game is such a waste of time, but no matter what, I won this round." Cisse said, fiddling with the chips in his hand.

Suddenly, he finally noticed something. He stared at the chips in his hand: "Huh? Why is there a tongue drawn on it?"

"Oh, I just noticed that there was a set of 'facial features' painted on it, but I didn't think it was a big deal, so I didn't say anything." William said.

Jill also nodded. It was obvious that she had noticed it a long time ago.

But at this moment.

"Ah——" A scream came from Cisse. He was covering his head, as if he was enduring some kind of severe pain.

"Oh my God, what's wrong?"

"Call an ambulance, quick, he looks in pain!"

Everyone shouted in panic.

However, the bartender on the side said calmly: "Please don't worry, this is a situation that occurs when memory is restored."

"What?" Jill was stunned for a moment. She had actually forgotten that the rules said [the winner of each round can get a piece of memory]. In fact, she simply regarded this as a joke.

After a few seconds, Cisse finally seemed to have recovered. He covered his head and breathed heavily.

"Sir, according to my experience, it will be very helpful for you to drink some hot water now." The bartender walked to Cisse politely, bent slightly and asked.

Cisse raised his head. At this moment, everyone noticed that the eyes he looked at the bartender were no longer bored at first, but full of panic and doubt.

"Okay!" he stammered.

Everyone looked at him blankly and had a very absurd idea in their hearts.

"Don't you really remember?" Finally, William asked.

Unexpectedly, Cisse actually nodded: "Yes, this is terrible, I really remember it."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

"What do you remember?" Jill asked.

Cisse covered his head: "I remembered that I was in a room. The room was not big and didn't even have windows, but I was very happy. In front of me was a cigarette and a little strange powder, and then everything started. It swayed, jumped, and then, I really thought I was flying."

Everyone frowned when they heard such ambiguous words, because it didn't sound like a memory, but more like a dream.

However, Jill suddenly remembered something.

"Roll up your sleeves!" she said abruptly.

"Ah? What did you say?"

"Roll up your sleeves!" Jill repeated again.

Although Cisse didn't know what she was going to do, she still rolled up her sleeves.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw the blue-black pinprick on Cisse’s arm.