Chapter 17 Section 8

The big boy looked at the trembling Suzuki with his big eyes, and stroked the black cat's forehead with his left hand. The black cat closed its eyes and let the big boy caress meekly. If you're not in a hurry, it's better to take your time. "Mr. Suzuki, please close your eyes and relax your whole body." The gentle words of the big boy had a magical power, and Suzuki actually temporarily forgot the fear of death, and slowly closed his eyes. The big boy chanted a mantra silently, stretched out his right hand and quickly formed a seal in the air, the airflow near his finger vibrated rapidly, as if there was an invisible energy flowing.

"'Faith Prison', come on." The big boy looked at Suzuki, and with his right hand, he drew the ancient charm that has been passed down for more than 4,000 years at an indescribable super high speed, and then stretched out his palm to grab Suzuki's forehead. Suzuki trembled all over, as if his whole body had been plunged into endless darkness.He wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but he couldn't move. Then, Suzuki felt that his body was soaked in cold spring water and surrounded by burning fire. It was hot and cold, just like the painful feeling of a serious illness.

Sweat beaded continuously on the big boy's forehead, and the black windbreaker was already soaked with sweat. It's indescribable, but it's clear that something invisible is crawling between the two of them. Slowly, the big boy's palm changed strangely, the sinuous meat line was twisted strangely, the flesh and blood were hot, and even steaming white smoke was emitted. bump! An air mass of about one meter slowly spread between the big boy and Suzuki, and the air creaked. The big boy held his right palm tightly. He knew that at this moment his palm prints had transformed into a red prison.

"Please, gentleman." The big boy heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed the black cat's forehead with his left hand. In an instant, the big boy's palm prints disappeared, but the black cat meowed helplessly. "Okay, Mr. Suzuki can open his eyes now." The big boy patted Suzuki's shoulder and smiled. Suzuki opened his eyes wearily. At this moment, his whole body was exhausted, as if recovering from a serious illness. "Your gambling luck has been taken away by me, so remember, deposit the check in the bank as soon as it opens tomorrow. 400 million yuan is enough for you to make a comeback and live a comfortable life for the rest of your life. Don't think about gambling any more. Keep the money in your bank account all day long. Throw the chips around on the table, even if it is 40 billion, it will be lost." The big boy kindly reminded Suzuki.

Suzuki was in a daze for no reason. The big boy had no choice but to take out a copper plate from his pocket and throw it in the air to catch it. "Heads and tails? A slap in the face." The big boy asked. "Negative?" Suzuki said in a trance. The big boy spread out his palms, facing the front. Before Suzuki could react, he was slapped across the face. "Tell you not to gamble. Remember!" The big boy sighed, stood up, and looked under the curved streetlight. Ajiujin, who fell not far away, took the opportunity to escape.It seems that his body is quite strong.

The big boy stretched his body, looked at his watch, helped Suzuki up, pointing to the side alley and said: "Don't stay at the scene of the murder, just go and you'll be fine. Remember my words, you know?" ?” The black clothes were lifted up, and a cat named Gentleman was embraced in one hand, and the big boy disappeared into Suzuki's life like a strange dream.