Book Of Experiments
It was a totally crazy time, and the enemy doesn't want all the money I've spent at night on the wheel, and the day I run away from work, I've been sitting in libraries for old books, finding another way to win the casino and win my million dollars. And then the thought came in the head: we need to find a strong psychic that will help me win.
Black Jack - Ripper
That thought, simple and genius, came under the influence of several meetings. In one interview, a major Moscow official who was most directly involved in the gambling business told me how the famous Moscow casino was attacked by psychic. He came in for two hours, stood up to the wheel and won half a million dollars in the night. I'm not gonna call the psychic name because he vowed to never repeat his experience.
Another story was even more interesting. One drunken gold mine from Yakuchi, who was brought into Peter by a swing wind, gave me a story about an unnamed French-extrasens who, for a few years in a row, sewed panic among the owners of the Nitizza casino and Monte Carlo casino. Every one of his visits, he kept 50,000 dollars from the house. Naturally, the relevant casino services have begun to investigate. And it turns out that psychic is not collusion with any of the ruptures, does not use any trick-or-treating devices - just comes and jacks the wheel like a stick. So there was no way he could be banned from the casino.
The psychic rumors went all over Lasour Berega, and soon many players began to persecute the French and put their stakes on him. But it wasn't like that, he always bought a bunch of big chips, threw a few grand on the field, and he could lose every 10 times, after which his associates ran out of money. And then suddenly he sat down the steering field before he refused, and he got his $1,000!
And then the French disappeared. Whether he moved to another place, whether the owners of the casino were tired of giving him money, and they hired someone to make it clear to the poor rich French.
Four tricky ways.
And finally, another case that convinced me to look for a very strong psychic was in a famous pet casino. A few nights in a row there was a new player and a little one, moving from the wheel to the poker and back. On that bad night, he won some cartridges on the wheel, went to the cassé, took the winning and left. In the morning, when the cashier started counting the money, there was a shortfall of $50,000. They're getting the video. A terrific, ignorant woman with horror watching her count a player instead of $50,000. Cassira was fired, of course, and the hypnotist in this casino never showed up.