COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

The event that Haruhiko Oba was talking about was a gathering held by a group of nobles from the so-called high society.

The venue is a cruise ship at sea.

Participants all came to the cruise ship by boat, bringing their own masks or wearing masks and black cloaks issued by the organizer.

All wore different masks, covering their faces.

It seems that after covering that human face, he can fully transform into a beast.

Tsushima Shuji also wore a pure white mask, covering his entire face, with a single-sided glass for his eyes, so he could see the outside from the inside, but it was only pitch black outside.

He wore a white wig and a white suit.

I stuffed some stuffing in my clothes to make myself look less sick and thin.

Haruhiko Oba was wearing a black suit, a silver half-face mask, a black cloak, and a hood.

In fact, he doesn't need to do too much disguise, he just needs to abandon the wheelchair.

"It's like a cult is holding a strange ceremony..." Tsushima Shuji looked around at the figures in black cloaks and hoods, and complained.

"After all, it's mainly about mystery." Haruhiko Oba, who walked quite soundly, said with a chuckle.

The interior decoration of the cruise ship is resplendent and luxurious.

It has its own tennis court, football field, gym, shopping mall, basketball court and outdoor swimming pool and other facilities.

It has all the services you can expect on land.

Has more than 3,000 service personnel.

It can accommodate more than 7,000 guests at the same time.

Drifting on the sea all year round, even the necessary resources are sent by other ships.

This cruise ship never docks.

Because of its size and perfection, it is also known as - the country of the sea, Avisus.

Most of them are high-profile gamblers and drunken alcoholics.

Of course, for some regular customers, the dark business in private is the highlight.

Unlimited bets of life and death and…

But no one reached out.

Male waiters and bunny girls in animal masks greet guests at the entrance.

As long as there is money, this boat will not refuse.

Known as the ship of the sea country, the most famous industry is naturally gambling.

Tsushima Shuji went straight to the gaming table with a suitcase in his hand.

Oba Haruhiko shook his head and walked to the other side.

The table was crowded with spectators.

The man in the center was wearing a baggy suit exposing his chest and abdomen.

The mask was crookedly buckled on his head, holding a bunny girl in one hand, with ambiguous red lip prints all over his face and neck.

Tsushima Shuji looked at the crowd who couldn't squeeze in, and suddenly had a good idea.

"Let me let it go..." The arrogant voice sounded young.

"Let me in..." The white-haired boy wearing a white mask staggered into the crowd holding a tray of golden chips.

He dropped a few chips from time to time, and he didn't bother to look down.

The crowd of onlookers made way for him.

"Clap—" He put the tray on the gaming table, wiped his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief as if he was tired.

Immediately a waiter brought him a chair.

He also sat down with a natural look, grabbed a handful of chips and stuffed it to the waiter.

"Help me drag that suitcase over here." His tone was arrogant, showing the frivolity of a teenager.

"Yes." The waiter dragged his black suitcase over.

"What are you guys playing? How about adding me?" The boy's tone was brisk and natural, very egoistic.

The boy with white hair and white mask and white suit sat on a chair and stretched out his hand to push the chips.

"Just guess the size, this guest," said the dealer wearing a white tattoo with a red snake mask.

"Of course you are very welcome to join us."

"Um..." The boy pondered, tapping his white-gloved hand on the table.

Then a handful of chips were pressed into the big position.

"I guess big." He said confidently.

The crowd followed suit.

"I'm also overwhelmed."

"Small, I bet on small."

The man on the other side, who seemed to be sloppy, snorted softly and pushed the row of chips in front of him to the top.

"Small bet on happiness, big bet..." The white-haired boy glanced at him.

"It hurts, uncle." The tone was faint.

"Adults are not short of this money." The man raised his mouth indifferently.

Tsushima Shuji: You were not like this before.

It seems that he is reluctant to even buy clothes.

Now it's time to put it on.

I really want to see with my own eyes the picture of you losing everything and being cleaned up and thrown out.

…

"I lost again..."

"That boy..."

There were more and more people watching at the gaming table.

The white-haired boy's chips have been completely lost.

He opened the suitcase without hesitation.

A chest of gold was revealed.

"Go on," he said casually.

Anyway, that's the money~

lose lose lose lose

Set a small goal and lose a billion first~

"Young man, know that enough is enough." The man beside him reminded.

It is not a glorious thing to be stripped and thrown out at a young age.

"What? Is it about to stop with such a little money?" The boy mocked arrogantly.

"OK OK...you're just happy." The man raised his hand boringly to show a compromise.

"Tsk." The boy stuttered impatiently.

If you bother me again, I'll really let you lose until you get cleaned up and thrown out.

The dealer fiddled with the headset twice.

The teenager pushed a pile of gold over the big characters.

Everyone pressed down on the small print.

After the previous situation, they have seen it.

As long as you bet against this young man, you will win.

Someone piled all their chips on the small print.

Breathlessly waiting for the results.

The result is open.

"Yes." The dealer's tone was calm.

"hateful…"

"Damn..." Everyone was excited.

"This guest, you won." said the dealer.

The white-haired boy couldn't see the joy of winning.

Looking at the chips piled up in front of him, he impatiently pushed them all to the top.

"Go ahead, go all-in."

When the people around him saw this, after thinking about it, most of them still bet against him.

There are also a small number of people who bet big.

The result is out.

Still big.

"Won again..."

"This kid... Could it be time to turn around?" someone thought.

Everyone couldn't help thinking when they saw the chips in front of each other again.

At this moment, the other party's desktop and suitcase are full of gold jewelry and chips.

The white-haired boy didn't seem to expect that he was lucky, and was stunned for a moment.

"I'll bet big this time." Again he pushed all the chips in front of him into big letters.

The crowd of onlookers followed him to bet.

The result is naturally.

"Won again..." Someone looked at the boy and whispered.

Several large ones in a row.

A waiter brought him a glass of champagne.

The boy took the champagne~www.novelmt.com~ and suddenly stood up.

Three or two jumped on the table.

"I'm very happy today, I won so many hands."

"So these are given to you as a gift."

He raised the suitcase and poured out the gold jewelry and chips inside.

"I wish you all a good time." He threw the empty suitcase away.

Ran out of the maddening crowd.

This kind of continuous winning, at first glance, is the dealer's black box operation.

Apparently it was the one who notified it.

There is no need to continue playing.

He didn't intend to win a bunch of money and go back.