Chapter 614 Weird Monkey

Qiao Jiajin frowned instantly and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

The sound sounded like a group of people cheering.

"Forget it, it's hard to find it." Chen Junnan put the map into his pocket and looked in that direction. "Although I'm very tired today, I have to go and get a head anyway."

"No problem." Qiao Jiajin said, "It's a good opportunity to see what game this monkey is playing. If it's not difficult, I'll help you."

The two looked around and made sure that there was no one nearby, so they walked towards the alley.

What's strange is that there is no "zodiac" in the alley, only an old wooden door that opens inwards.

On the wall next to the wooden door, there are a bunch of words written in red paint.

The first thing that catches the eye is "Welcome".

Then it says "Opening hours, sunrise to sunset".

The last line says "Harmony and harmony, wealth and wealth".

"Oh my god..." Qiao Jiajin felt a little strange, "Why do I feel that this kind of door is familiar?"

"What's the matter, have you been a monkey?" Chen Junnan looked at the door and asked casually.

"No, handsome boy!" Qiao Jiajin pointed to the last line of words, "I always feel that I have seen this line of words somewhere..."

The two stopped talking, and Chen Junnan took a step into the door and found that there was a door curtain inside the door. He stretched out his hand to open the door curtain, and a strong smell of smoke came out.

The sound of a large group of people talking also instantly reached their ears.

"My God..." Chen Junnan and Qiao Jiajin looked at each other and felt that the situation was a bit strange. How could this be a "ground-level" game?

The two walked into the door carefully, and after passing through a long and narrow corridor filled with smoke, the scene in front of them suddenly became clear.

In a huge room, many tables were placed in a mess, and these tables were either scattered with dice or piled with cards and mahjong, but at this time the tables were empty.

There was a large round table in the center of the room, and about ten men were watching something around the table.

They were talking and laughing, holding cigarettes in their hands, and their carefree and happy state was incompatible with the situation of the "end of the land".

Chen Junnan and Qiao Jiajin looked at each other and walked forward slowly.

At this time, Qiao Jiajin finally remembered where he had seen this sentence.

It was the "gambling stalls" on the street.

Harmony makes money.

This sentence seems to be said to all gamblers, but it is also the casino owner's inner thoughts.

First, they hope that no one will cause trouble, and second, they hope that everyone who enters here can bring money to themselves.

The two came to the crowd and looked at the round table. The dozen men around them saw the two people coming, glanced at them as if they were not surprised, and then continued to lock their eyes on the round table.

There were three people sitting around the round table, two of whom were sweating profusely, and opposite them was a "monkey" with wrinkles on his face.

The monkey was short and fat, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking lazy and contemptuous.

He put his hand on the dice cup in front of him and looked at the two people on his left and right with a sidelong glance.

The two people on his left and right also stretched out their hands to protect their dice cups, looking a little nervous.

There were dozens of "Tao" on the table of the three people. It seemed that they were gambling, and the stakes were not small.

"It's my turn first." The hoarse voice of the ground monkey came out.

The two men stretched out their hands to open the dice cups and looked inside carefully.

The ground monkey thought for a while, opened his dice cup and took a look, and then said: "Six fours."

Qiao Jiajin frowned slowly after hearing this. He always felt that everyone here made him very familiar.

Gambling, this thing that once ruined his life.

He had been to the casino countless times, and had persuaded the gambling ghost Rong countless times to stop, but gamblers are like this, always thinking that they can win back their capital in the next round, but the reality always makes them lose more and more miserably.

"What is this game?" Chen Junnan asked puzzledly.

"It's called "blow water", you should also call it "blow bull". "Qiao Jiajin said, "Each person has five dice, and they need to take turns to guess the number of all the dice. For example, "six fours" means that all the dice add up to six "four points". If you believe what the previous player said, you can continue to shout the number, if you don't believe it, you can shout "see", also called "open". Everyone will open the dice cup to show their dice. If all the dice add up to this number, you lose, otherwise the other party loses. In addition, "point one" can represent all numbers, that is, "mixed". "

"You old boy..." Chen Junnan reached out and hit Qiao Jiajin's chest, "You look honest, how do you know so much? God of Gamblers?"

"This is a very common way to play dice, but it's the first time I've seen someone gamble with this way." Qiao Jiajin shook his head and said, "I don't gamble, but I've been to many casinos and even looked after casinos, so I know a little bit. "

Chen Junnan nodded, and after he knew the rules, he looked at the three people on the table. The monkey called out the number, and it was the next middle-aged man's turn. The atmosphere among the three people was a little tense.

"Seven...seven fours..." said the middle-aged man.

After that, no one of the remaining two people called "open", and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After hearing this, the third young man hurriedly covered the dice cup with both hands, opened it carefully and took a look, his face hesitant, and kept muttering: "Seven fours...?"

Chen Junnan happened to be standing behind the young man and stole a glance at his dice cup.

The five dice were two "twos", two "threes", and one "one".

These dice seemed to be specially made. Instead of traditional points, they were written directly in Chinese characters "one, two, three".

At this time, he did not have a "four" in his hand, but only a "one". According to what Qiao Jiajin said, "one" can represent any number, so he had a "four" in his hand.

His expression looked extremely tangled. His previous player had already called "seven fours". At this time, he had to call at least "eight fours" or "seven fives", but no matter which way he called, it was a great risk for him.

After all, no one on either side had called the number "five", which meant that they probably did not have a "five" in their hands, or there were very few "fives", so calling "four" was the best choice at this time.

But can three people really get "eight fours" together?

Chen Junnan hugged his arms, feeling that this kind of dice game was different from "guessing the size", and it was more of a test of psychological warfare.

But this is still very strange...

Could it be that playing dice is the game of "Di Hou"?

The young man thought for a long time, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand again, and said: "Eight... eight fours."

The Di Hou sneered at this time, turned his head and looked at him, and said: "Open