When Yun Qi woke up from his unconscious sleep, the first thing that caught his eye was the dim ceiling covered with spider webs.

With the light yellow light emitted by the dilapidated desk lamp beside the bed, I vaguely identified that the place I was in was a small room less than ten square meters, with no windows on all four walls and three wooden doors painted with blood-red paint that looked particularly eye-catching in this space with gray as the main color.

Less than three meters away from the wooden bed, there is an old-fashioned TV set alone. Even in the remote and remote western United States, this kind of old antique with the atmosphere of the 1980s is rarely seen.

Yun Qi looked around vigilantly, and was sure that there was no second person here, so he carefully got out of bed.

He sniffed the air, and the smell of discomfort was felt as if it was unpleasant.

In connection with the spider webs everywhere and the dust all over the ground, this unknown hut has been abandoned for unknown periods.

"Why am I here?" This was a question that came out of Yun Qi's mind. He tried to walk a few times and suddenly realized that his feet and hands were tied to four cold iron pieces.

Seeing the thickness of the iron cob, Yun Qi decisively gave up his plan to pull it hard.

"I'm obviously in the largest casino in Las Vegas, why did it appear in this ghost place!" Seeing that I couldn't get out, Yun Qi simply calmed down and began to recall the scene before the coma.

But I don’t know what it was because of the bad mental state or the sequelae after being confused by someone who was drugged. My mind was empty and I lost my thoughts for a moment.

"Has I been kidnapped?" Yun Qi guessed.

This idea is not groundless.

As a Chinese student studying in the United States, with his superb gambling skills, he killed all over the major casinos in Las Vegas, where gold was everywhere, and unknowingly offended many people, many of them were gangsters. When they were imprisoned here, most of them were gangsters.

"Damn it, I won millions of dollars, as for imprisoning me in this haunted place?"

Las Vegas, which spends millions of dollars, is indeed not a big deal, and any single gambler is more than this number overnight.

However, Yun Qi forgot one thing: At a time when the US economy is declining, millions of dollars will definitely make many Americans with shortages take risks.

Yun Qi's eyes turned to old TVs, which were popular in the United States in the 1970s and 1980s. But now it has entered 2015, so it is a bit abrupt to put it here.

The TV is on, and the snowflakes are spreading to prove that it is currently on a signal-free channel.

Just as Yun Qi tried to get rid of the iron handcuffs, the screen filled with snow suddenly stopped and a human head flashed: it was a pale, slightly sick and tired old man with a pale face. The most impressive thing at first glance was the look that was extremely disproportionate to the disease, and the sharp look like an eagle falcon.

With Yun Qi's experience in making popular friends, people with this kind of look are often the kind of people he doesn't want to face the most and is the most difficult to deal with.

Although the other party looked haggard, his eyes that reached the soul, when the focus was on Yun Qi, made his heart beat inexplicably faster and several beats.

"Hello, Mr. Yunqi from the East, I want to play a game with you."

Game? Kidnapping me for playing a game?

Not only did Yun Qi not panic, he looked calm and composed. If his young face had not shown that he was only in his early twenties, those who did not know him would have mistakenly thought that he was an old world who had experienced the ups and downs of the world.

The old man continued:

"You are a talented genius with the ability to understand the lies of others. Originally, this talent that makes geniuses jealous should be used on the right way to benefit mankind, but you did not. In the end, in the debauchery of the world of debauchery, he wasted God's favor on you, and used this talent on the dirty and ugly gambling table to cheat a lot of money. You rely too much on this talent, in my opinion, you are not worthy of it. Now, I will bet on you for the last game to see if you have any value to be redeemed."

"There are three doors in front of you, two of which lead to heaven, and the remaining one leads to hell. Hell or heaven is your choice. You will be reminded that once you choose the wrong choice, only 'death' will await you."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, three lights lit up on the dim wall facing Yun Qi, and under each light, there was a metal door.

With the light, a strange face was carved in the center of each door: half of it is an angel representing light, and half is a demon representing hell.

Half angel and half demon, is this the gate of heaven and hell that the old man calls?

"Wait..." Yun Qi shouted subconsciously, and the TV screen suddenly freezes, as if it was a paused video. However, Yun Qi still asked: "There is a question. Hi, I know this is not a hell of a video. There is neither a video recorder, nor is it the old-fashioned TV with no USB drive playback function. So, you are talking to me instantly, aren't you?"

As he said that, he pointed to the miniature camera hidden in the four corners of the ceiling. It was really not something that ordinary observation skills could do.

As soon as these words came out, the frozen picture swayed again, and the old man laughed heartily:

"Haha, I am a top student in the psychology department of Harvard University. OK, for your observation enough, I will make an exception to talk to you. In addition, I will give you a special offer to ask a question, but I will not answer your question directly, but I will still answer it in the form of 'YES' or 'NO'. Think carefully, it will determine your future fate."

Yun Qi thought with a look of thought: "It sounds like an intellectual problem. Give me a chance to ask "YES" or "NO", and I naturally have to ask about the nature of one of the doors and three doors. In other words, I have one third of the chance to ask about the gate of heaven, so that I will win directly; and two thirds of the chance to ask about the gate of hell, and then I will find the gate of heaven among the remaining two doors. In that way, I still have 50% chance of winning. In this way, 1/3*100% + 2/3*50%=2/3. From a probability perspective, I should have two thirds of survival. Of course, the premise is that behind the wrong door is death."

He said, while carefully observing the jigsaw on the TV, as if he was going to catch something.

But the other party always maintained a poker face without any emotional fluctuations.

"I know you are a genius in micro-expression, but I advise you to put away your mind reading skills that you rely on for casinos. For me, you have no choice." The old man suddenly said.

When Yun Qi heard this, his heart sank, and he was really afraid of anything he wanted.

As the old man said, he is a top student in micro-expression analysis and a genius in micro-expression psychology. Even his Harvard mentor would ask him about the problems of micro-expression.

The secret to his immersion in the casino but winning every battle is the ability to analyze the talent of micro-expression - reading out the strength of the card in the other party's hand is the way to win in the casino.

Yun Qi put away his trembling heart and knew that this time he met a real opponent. Every person with micro-expression capture ability is most afraid of encountering poker faces, which makes their talents unable to start.

Yun Qi said incoherently: "Then... at least tell me your name. Forget it, it's better not to tell me, so as not to be silenced after knowing it."

"You can rest assured that this is the case. I guarantee with my personality that as long as you pass the test, you will surely walk the path you choose safely. As for my name, people outside call me a 'jitter saw'." The old man who called himself a jigsaw answered readily.

Yun Qi nodded. With his professional knowledge, he naturally quickly read from the other party's sincere expression that he did not lie.

If you think about the chance of successfully escaping, two-thirds can be considered a very high chance. However, it is related to life and death. Even if there is one percent death, Yun Qi is unwilling to make a random choice easily.

But it is not easy to increase your chances of survival.

Once the question is determined, the answer will be settled. If you want to increase your chances of survival, you will be destined to have no results from the beginning.

Yun Qi is a top player in Texas Hold'em and is proficient in mathematical operations. After some mental arithmetic, Yun Qi can be sure that the probability of "two-thirds" cannot be changed no matter what.

"It seems that I can only bet on luck." Yun Qi hates giving his life and death to luck the most, but what can he do?

"Mr. Jigsaw, please tell me if the middle door leads to hell."

During the questioning, Yun Qi suddenly found that the jigsaw's eyes flashed slightly, and then he heard the jigsaw's magnetic voice: "YES." In other words, the Gate of Heaven is on the left or right.

With this sentence "YES", the iron handcuffs that tied Yun Qi's limbs opened themselves.

"Damn it!" Yun Qi cursed inwardly.

Luck is indeed the most unreliable thing in the world. You can hope that luck will bring good luck, but never place your destiny on the ethereal luck.

"Well, at least I still have a 50% chance now."

Yun Qi comforted herself and shook her head. Next, should I choose the left or right?

The choice of life and death is not an easy task for anyone. Yun Qi is sure now that when Jigsaw mentioned "life and death" before, that tone was definitely not a joke.

"You'd better make a decision as soon as possible." Jigsaw reminded.

Yun Qi raised his head and looked at Jigsaw with his eyes sharpened: "Where did I offend you? Why did I joke about my life?"

Jigsaw always keeps his poker face without any emotional fluctuations: "This is the second question, remember that your only chance to ask questions has been used up, not to mention that this is beyond the scope of 'YES' or 'NO'."

"So," Yun Qi raised his hand and pointed to the right door: "I chose this one, how about it."

After saying this, Yun Qi stared at the TV screen, and all his energy was focused on Jigsaw's facial expression.

"Want to know the answer? Open the door and you will know." Jigsaw said coldly.

Yun Qi stared at the jigsaw for a long time, until his eyes were sore, and he could not get any valuable information from the other person's expressions.

This made him very unwilling to accept it.

Is the micro-expression mind reading technique that has repeatedly killed everyone in the casino, really gone in vain?

Finally, Yun Qi finally confirmed that he had the final speculation failure.

"Put your tricks away, micro-expression mind reading can only deal with no-minded novices." Jigsaw said calmly.

Yun Qi was disappointed, and the difficulty of Jigsaw was beyond his imagination. Not to mention temptation, even in the obvious disdain just now, he could not read a trace of "disdain" expression from the other party's face.

Indirect attacks are ineffective, the only thing left is luck.

It's time to bet on luck.

"Men left and right, I'd better choose the left door." Thinking of it, his fingers had touched the handle of the metal door, and the cold feeling of the door handle slightly stimulated his sensitive skin.

Suddenly, an unknown thought appeared in Yun Qi's premonition.
Chapter completed!