amaotonovel Chapter 2297 Gotham Music Chapter (36)
Chapter 2297 Gotham Music Chapter (36)
Chapter 2297 Gotham Music Festival (Thirty-Six)
The second round of the game begins.
But before the game started, the doors on both sides of the room opened, and another group of masked people walked out of the room and came to the corresponding tables according to the patterns on their masks.
Schiller found a strong man standing opposite him. In his blurry vision, he counted clearly that there were 9 tentacles on the other's octopus mask, which meant that he was Schiller's opponent.
The invitation letters given to the challenged would state who challenged them, but the invitation letter Schiller received did not have any specific name written on it, only one word - "sea".
Now the sea was standing in front of him. Schiller could only use his arms on the table to adjust his body balance as much as possible, and hardly looked at him.
When the second round of the game began, the round table was removed again, and the oval table used by the two gambling parties floated up, and Schiller and Octopus No. 9 stood at the two ends of the table.
Suddenly, a staff member took a strange machine and placed it in the center of each table. The upper part of the machine was a transparent sphere, and the lower part was a metal base. There were two hoses on the metal base facing the two people. The hoses were connected to a pump. There was a thin tube in front of the pump, and there was a needle in front of the thin tube.
The transparent spherical part is very large and appears to be made of highly transparent glass, but there are many hoses spirally arranged on the wall of the sphere, with 9 outlets on the top and 9 outlets on the bottom.
In the center of the sphere is a smaller spherical frame made of metal. Inside the frame are small metal balls of different sizes and heights hanging. There are many of them, like stars, and each one has a rune engraved on it.
Everyone was talking about it, wondering what this strange machine was used for, and the staff began to explain.
"The name of this gambling game is Blood Lotto. Later, professional medical staff will insert blood collection needles into the arms of both parties. Please don't worry. We have special methods to ensure the hygiene and safety of the entire process. No one will die from improper injections."
"The blood collection needle is in place, both sides enter the game with chips, the lowest is one, the highest is all in, and the first move is decided by tossing a coin."
"After the start, participants use the remote control to decide the number of milliliters of blood to be drawn, with a minimum of 100 milliliters and no upper limit. The blood will flow into the pump in front through the needle tube, and the blood outlet will be determined at the same time. The 9 outlets at the top are numbered 1 to 9, and the 9 outlets at the bottom are numbered 1 to 9."
"After the decision is made, the other party whose blood is not drawn uses the joystick to rotate the metal ball to adjust the target position. Once completed, the person drawing blood will pump and shoot. The first target hit by the blood stream will be considered a hit, and the rune will be recorded."
"During the 20-minute game, there is no limit to the number of valid runes you can hit, but you need to pick out 7 runes in the end and arrange them in order. The winning number will be announced after 20 minutes. The player with the same number of runes as the winning number wins and gets all the gold coins on the table and all the blood lost in the game."
After the rules were explained, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Didn't we just play poker before? Why are we gambling with our lives now? The minimum amount is 100 ml at a time, and the lottery requires 7 runes, which means the minimum amount of blood required is 700 ml.
This amount is not fatal, but losing 700 ml of blood at one time is dangerous, especially for the elderly and children.
More importantly, after you draw blood and decide the exit, the other party will adjust the target. Then the other party will definitely adjust the target to be very difficult to hit. In case you miss the target in one go, the amount of blood required will become 800 ml.
Although this is less than the limit of human blood loss, it is not a one-time deal. You will die after playing this game. If you win, you can get your blood back, but what if you lose?
This round may not be the end. The winner will get the gold coins and blood back, and will be in good condition. However, the loser will have lost 1000 ml of blood and may have difficulty standing. How can you gamble?
Everyone is complaining that it's too harsh. Isn't the jump from ordinary poker games to this kind of game a bit too big?
They finally realized that the legend of the Atlantis was true. It was a life-threatening ship, and the risks and rewards were proportional.
Of course, some people will start to feel fear. They don’t want to play anymore and want to quit, but unfortunately, no matter whether they are the challenger or the challenged, once the gamble begins, there is no turning back. Even for those who take the initiative to board the ship, it is too late to regret.
"Is this what you want?" Christopher looked at Tupac across from him and said, "To fight to the death in this way?"
"You don't understand anything." Tupac turned his head away and said, "That's a good thing."
"You are crazy." Christopher finally couldn't stand it anymore. He slammed the table and said, "Listen to what you are saying! You are putting both of us in a dead end!"
"On the contrary, I saved both of us from certain death."
Christopher stared at Tupac silently, his eyes very focused. He had to get Tupac to give him an explanation.
Tupac lowered his head and said, "Recently, rap on the East and West Coasts has been developing very well. Dr. Dre is discovering new talents, and the East Coast also has the Gotham Kid. Do you think this situation will continue?"
Christopher frowned.
"No, of course not." Tupac lowered his head and said to himself, "Don't you understand? Rap has given black people too much say, and they won't allow this to continue."
Tupac's Adam's apple moved as he said, "They do it all the time, all of them, they do it to my parents, they do it to me, to all of us."
"What on earth are you talking about?" Christopher asked.
Tupac's hands were tightly gripping the edge of the table and he said, "I had no choice but to come to this boat because someone wanted to kill me."
"Who?" Christopher asked.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that they will make everyone think that you killed me because of the conflict between the two of us."
"Then they will send someone to kill you too, disguised as revenge for my fans, and we will both die."
"So I have no other choice but to hide on the boat myself, and then find a way to pull you up, so that at least one of us can survive."
"What's going on? Tupac." Christopher leaned forward, stared at his old friend and asked, "Tell me what's going on!"
Tupac took a deep breath, looking very nervous and anxious. He said, "You should know that I'm preparing for a new album. The song preparation started a few months ago, and I've been writing lyrics."
"I... I paid attention to Mexico. Do you know how I got my name?"
"how did it get here?"
"My original name was not Tupac. My parents changed it to this name, which is a transliteration of a Spanish name. It comes from Tupac Amaru II, a pioneer of the Latin American national liberation movement. His greatest achievement in his life was to lead the indigenous people of Latin America to bravely resist the Spanish colonizers."
"Speaking of my parents, you may not know that they were both members of the Black Panther Party and devoted their lives to the struggle for national independence and liberation, but that's not important. That's a thing of the past."
"They broke us up, and now these movements are almost gone, but I am still speaking out."
"Just a month after our confrontation in the studio, I was accused of shooting a white police officer three times with a gun, even though I had only helped a black man during a university riot."
"You think it's all coincidence, a series of things that happened in my life. I thought so at the time. I thought I was unlucky and had been unlucky that year."
"But soon I found that more and more incidents were targeting me. There were people watching me all the time, appearing in every occasion I appeared. I couldn't avoid them, couldn't get around them, and couldn't hide from them. It sounds like a hysterical attack by a madman, but I know I'm not. I know someone is watching me."
"I thought I was going crazy, I even went to the doctor and they told me I had anxiety and panic attacks and to just relax, which I thought was the case until a few months ago... someone came into my house."
"What did they do?" Christopher immediately became nervous.
“They didn’t do anything,” Tupac shrugged. “But they took a little bit of stuff. Nothing expensive. Just some lyrics I wrote a few months ago.”
"What did you write?" Christopher began to understand.
"Tupac, the Mexican and Peruvian hero, and his famous quote, 'It's time to resolve our differences and unite as brothers.'"
Christopher's Adam's apple moved, he lowered his eyes and said, "...You know best what they don't want to hear, and you wrote it down."
"I've been writing this." Tupac looked at Christopher and said, "That's why they're staring at me, and they must be staring at you the same way, because we're all writing, and they don't want to hear it, and they don't want anyone to hear it, and they don't dare let anyone hear it."
"They are used to playing the same old tricks," Tupac said, staring at the table. "They are not new, but they work very well. They artificially create conflicts and split the two factions. Then they disguise their assassinations as vendettas between the two factions. They don't know how many united people they have split in this way, and how their struggle has been silently eliminated."
Christopher's Adam's apple kept shaking. He said, "I don't know, I didn't feel it, I didn't feel it..."
"They're not staring at you in that street way." Tupac stretched out his hand and made a quotation mark gesture and said, "Don't forget who they are. They own an entire country. They are not following you like punks. If I was a poor black man who grew up on the streets, I might not notice it, but I'm not."
"My biological parents, my stepfather, my godfather, my aunt, were all high-ranking members of the Black Panther Party. I witnessed firsthand what that group of people did to them, so I always have a keen eye for it."
“When I discovered that the draft paper on which I had written the lyrics was missing, I knew that my death was near.”
Tupac finally showed an excited expression. He angrily slammed the table and said, "What I can't stand the most is that they chose you. We are the only two black singers with the most say on the East and West Coasts. They want to kill two birds with one stone and make us perish together. I will never let them succeed."
Tupac gritted his teeth, a fierce expression on his face that Christopher had never seen before, and said, "I know the rumors about this ship are true. Elders I know have had their wishes fulfilled here."
"Then I challenge you. One of us must be the winner. One of us must be able to realize his wish. As long as he wishes to escape the pursuit forever and die without being persecuted, we can at least retain a channel to speak out."
Christopher closed his eyes.
"So now, what do you think?" Tupac asked him.
"What was that?" Christopher opened his eyes and asked seriously.
"what?"
"What did the man with the same name as you say say?"
Tupac was startled.
“It is time to put aside our differences and unite as brothers.”
“…It’s time.”
Sleepy, yawning
(End of this chapter)