"cloth"

"Winner John Kramer."

The bartender gently read the final outcome.

All William's fantasies were pulled to the bottom in this moment.

"How is that possible?" William looked at the darkness in front of him in a daze: "No, you lied to others! I am the one who won!"

The bartender looked at William's hysterical look and just smiled like before: "I'm not lying."

"Then he has no nose and no mouth, how could he be still breathing?"

"Oh, it's a very simple answer to ask this, because his mouth has not been completely blocked."

"What?" William was completely confused. "Why is this happening? Are you cheating?"

"Haha." The bartender shook his head: "I didn't cheat. Actually, it's very simple, but you don't have eyes and can't see it."

"Fuck, okay, I know he has a [mouth] chip in his hand, but you said that the chips you bet can no longer be exchanged for organs. Even if they can be exchanged, he will lose this chip, and then he would have lost it at that time!" William shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Yes, he didn't exchange his mouth for his mouth because he bet with that chip, but when he bet, he did not put the chip on the table but in his mouth."

"" William was stunned on the spot.

"Haha, you understand? Yes, in fact, he just bit the chip between his teeth when you wanted to block his mouth at the beginning," said the bartender: "You who cares about the details of the text so much, you should still remember that I specifically said that chips cannot be damaged, so I have no choice. When blocking his mouth, I can only cross that chip, which is helpless. His mouth cannot be completely blocked Hehe, but I didn't say that the chips you bet must be placed on the table, so I can't get started and pull the chips in his mouth, right?"

William seemed to have understood what the bartender said, but he was still immersed in a mood of not knowing whether it was absent or shock, and did not move. After a while, "This is unfair, you didn't tell me, I couldn't see it! If I could see it, I would have known this long ago."

"Sorry, sir, I don't know you want to know this, because you didn't ask, and your eyes were abandoned by yourself, no one else's fault." The bartender responded politely: "Okay, the time is over, and it's time for you to go on the road."

"Wait!" William shouted: "I have something to change, I want to change my ears! I can still bet!"

The bartender shook his head: "Sorry, you can only redeem it before the results are announced, which you should know, otherwise, Cice and Jill will not be eliminated."

"Damn it! Idiot! You can't even do this little change? Don't you want to watch people and play games? Damn it, then you can change it for me, I can continue to play!"

"Sorry, rules are rules, no one can violate them," said the bartender, and "Who are you talking about being a fool?"

The bartender's tone became cold, and his eyes, which were narrowed into curved slits, slowly opened, forming a thin crack, inside which was a scorching flame like a flame of hell.

It was a fishy fire from the unknown land

William was lucky. He didn't see this scene, otherwise he might have been swallowed by the fear that burst out from the gap.

However, he was also unfortunate. Have he never heard of the saying "There are monsters who are squinting eyes"?

In an instant, a little spark burst on William's body, and then it began to burn along his sleeve.

"Oh my God, what is this? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He shouted in pain, and in an instant, it became a burning straw that could only be tragically loose.

"Uh, the person who lost will go to where he should go." The bartender narrowed his eyes again, returning to his original smile: "But how to go, I have the final say."

The fishy fire was burning wildly. After a few seconds, William could no longer make any sound until it turned into pitch black coke and then scattered into ashes.

"Well" the bartender enjoyed the smell of the air: "It really makes you laugh, but I'm not very sensible."

He said

And with this sentence, John's injuries gradually began to recover.

"So, Mr. John Cramer, congratulations, you are now the final winner of the game. Please tell me your wish. Oh, let me guess blindly, do you want Ms. Jill, your wife to resurrect?"

John looked at the other person coldly.

"No, no."

The bartender was stunned for a moment.

"Man has the right to choose, including his own life and death. If Jill makes a decision, then I have no right to change it without authorization, resurrecting a suicide person, and killing a person who wants to live."

"Well, interesting theory." The bartender pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "Okay, then, your wish is"

"I want you to die," said John.

""A moment of silence.

"Haha, why is this requirement? It's because"

"No, there is no reason. I am a person who should die. Just like Jill, I have no nostalgia and no expectations. I want you to die, just simple. I hate you a little when I see Jill disappear from me again." John interrupted the bartender softly.

The bartender nodded: "Okay, although it's a bit incomprehensible, I can't do what you want. Hehe, you can't imagine how many games I've experienced, so among those uncountable players, some of them want me to die, but I'm still standing here, so I can't realize this wish."

"Then I have no wish," John responded.

"Oh, that won't work. You're the winner, you can't want anything," the bartender spread his hands and said to John.

John stood up and walked to the elevator. At this moment, a button to open the door appeared on the elevator control board.

"Your game is so boring. I don't have the heart to think about what you said. If you insist on saying one, I want you to shut up."

John said, then pressed the button and walked into the elevator.

At this moment, when the bartender looked confused, he watched the elevator door gradually close, and seemed a little at a loss.

At this time

"Hehe, I really didn't expect that you will suffer a lot." A sharp voice came.

The bartender turned around and saw the wall next to the bar, leaning against a guy with a very unflattering look.

The man was wearing a wrinkled purple suit, with a hunched back, and a large silver pistol hanging around his waist, which was a bit inconvenient to use, and there were two scars that penetrated the corners of his mouth, but it had been sewn by thread.

"Uh, are you awake?" the bartender asked with some depression.

"Nonsense, these people laughed strangely, how could I sleep?" the man said, his voice sounding a bit like rubbing glass with sandpaper: "Give me a cup of coffee and add 12 sugar cubes."

The bartender nodded and walked towards the bar, as if he had become accustomed to the crazy operation of "adding 12 candy cubes".

"To be honest, I've seen someone who doesn't ask for it for the first time"

"Hehe, so, you're like the last second before orgasm, but you're just as uncomfortable as you stop."

"What a disgusting metaphor." The bartender sighed, and soon, he piled up a cup of sugar cubes and pushed the sharp coffee down in front of the man. The man picked up the spoon, put out a piece of sugar cube that had just been soaked in the coffee, threw it into his mouth, and crunched.

"But, rules are rules. Even if he doesn't want them, I have to give them to them! And, I have to give them the best!"
Chapter completed!