Mystery: Paradox Path

"Mystery: Paradox Path(

Saying goodbye to Sierra, Snow played with the coin in his hand. According to the information he got from Sierra, there should be at least two extraordinary events going on on board at the same time.

Treasures of Jack and Salazar, monsters aboard in a storm.

Considering that the death of the deceased today does not look like that of a marine life, Snow suspects that it is likely that a third party killed the guest.

Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that Jack or Salazar started to hold some kind of ceremony.

"Forget it, no matter what I do, I'm not here to play detective games. To follow the crowd is to obey fate."

Snow chuckled and shook his head, walked out of the bar, and after throwing two dice, he walked down the stairs to the recreation room on the second deck. Although there had just been a murder on the ship, at this time, there were still people who were gambling together. guest.

Rolling dice, fighting evil, Texas hold 'em, except for billiards and dogs with mice, all the entertainment that can be found in shore bars can be found here.

Randomly found a Texas Hold'em table, Snow took out a handful of change and put it on the table, indicating that he was eligible to participate, and then sat down in the seat given up by the guest who seemed to have lost a lot, watching the cards One side said casually:

"Brothers have a big heart. Someone just died on the boat, and they are still having such a good time."

Neither the gamblers at the poker table nor the onlookers find it strange that Snow is looking for a talk. Texas Hold'em does not consider cheating, it is psychological warfare itself, using small talk to distract the opponent's attention, etc. The small tricks of the game are not uncommon at the poker table.

"What are you afraid of? There are a thousand sailors in this ship! How can it happen to kill you? And who knows how Barbossa died, maybe it happened to offend someone?"

The gambler sitting across from the table casually threw his cards on the table, and said in a free and easy tone, Snow was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and picked two one-soul coins from his pile of change and threw them in the center of the table. , and then said:

"Barbossa? The name of the dead man?"

"That guy is the owner of a bar in Port Pulis. It is said that he has something to do with pirates. Maybe he has a bad intention to get on the ship this time!" , some of the onlookers added:

"That's right, let me tell you, that guy might be secretly sending a signal to the pirates, and Salazar found out!"

"Stop talking nonsense, kid. Salah kills pirates. He always breaks his hands and feet and throws them into the sea to feed sharks..."

"Hey, that's what I said..."

The chat box at the gaming table was opened, and you were talking about Barbossa and Salazar's gossip. Snow listened and casually followed two bets. There were winners and losers.

"Well, there is no special luck or bad luck. It seems that my fate has not been affected." Snow looked at the cards in his hand, and was always a little speechless about the names of the characters involved this time.

Did you break into a pirate's den? Did Davy Jones drive the Flying Henan (no mistake) to rob after a while?

"Actually, let me tell you, the Salazar ship is really strange. He has been running in Pritz Harbor for more than ten years. When did he leave the port in winter?"

A gambler angrily folded the cards in his hand and muttered as if to vent his dissatisfaction.

The gambler who stretched out his hand and took the coins on the table into his arms rolled his eyes, and said in a cheap and obedient tone:

"Don't be too smart at sea. Do you think you know? Don't look at the guests in the first class this time. Which one seems to be the one who normally goes to sea?"

Snow's eyes flickered slightly, and the coin in his hand suddenly bounced. As the goddess representing the front came into view, he no longer concealed his curiosity:

"How to say?"

"Hey..." The gambler who had just won a hand just laughed twice and raised his hand to signal the dealer to continue dealing cards. Snow saw this and said to the waiter passing by:

"Give everyone a Southwell beer at this table, please."

"It's easy to say." The gambler got the beer, took two mouthfuls, and let out a strange cry of satisfaction, first opened the card and glanced at it, and then said:

"What kind of guest do you think would pay thirty-five pounds for a ticket?"

"Of course it's those nobles who don't have bad money!" The gambler who had won a glass of beer bluffed, and Snow, who was holding an old K Ming card, first threw a sole of coins, and then said:

"Nobles should be more inclined to ships with official backgrounds, should they be those wealthy businessmen?"

"That's right!" The gambler snapped his fingers, picked five coins and threw them out before replying:

"The guy in charge of loading told me that, except for a little brother who brought a piano, there are no guests on this ship who brought goods on board!

With the face of those merchants, even if there is no demand, they have to bring some goods and earn the ticket back, right? Even if one or two are carrying small items such as gems, there are twenty first-class cabins on this ship, UU reading www. Can't uukanshu.com be all small items?

Even if the first class is expensive, what about the second class? Dozens of second-class cabins, not even one with cargo? There are three large warehouses on this ship, but all of them are Salazar’s private goods, the ingredients of this guest, tsk tsk…”

"Man, you seem to be familiar with this ship?"

It wasn't Snow who asked the question, but a middle-aged man who had not spoken much at the gaming table. He had short gray-green hair and an unhealthy white skin. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and had a slender body, but he had a pair of Light blue eyes like jewels.

"Hey!" The gambler didn't answer the question, just chuckled, took out a one-pound gold coin and threw it on the table, with an expression of "hurry up if you want to gamble".

The middle-aged gambler with blue eyes frowned, did not follow the cards, but said to himself:

"Can I think that you are the group of people who got on board because you found something wrong with the Black Pearl?"

"Yes, of course it is!" The old gambler made no secret of his purpose and took two sips of wine. "Even a third-class ticket costs ten pounds! If there is no profit, who will get on the boat?"

"Haha..." The blue-eyed middle-aged man let out a chuckle, but his eyes swept across the pile of banknotes in front of the gambler, and the meaning was self-evident.

The gambler looked at the man's eyes, but had no intention of avoiding it at all. He greeted the waiter, exchanged some of the fragmented coins for large bills and put them away, leaving only a part to continue gambling.

The topic on the gaming table changed several times, and Snow still maintained a state of winning and losing, but with the change of personnel at the gaming table, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up—

"My good fellow, after betting for three hours, I met six Beyonders... The concentration of Beyonders on this ship is a bit beyond the standard..."