I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

Yang Mi immediately looked at him.

Zhao Lei quickly added, "I'm not going to the scene."

"Just watch the surveillance footage from a distance."

"My main goal is to broaden my horizons."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"You've grown a lot today."

Zhao Lei: "..."

He was unable to refute it for a moment.

Bai Sisi suppressed a laugh.

"Zhao Lei, if you keep expanding your knowledge, you might end up with a knack for causing accidents."

Zhao Lei said in a low voice, "I'll just take a look."

After he finished speaking, he looked at He Jingyan.

"Mr. He, if it's inconvenient for you, then that's fine."

He Jingyan thought for a moment.

"You can go to the monitoring room."

"But they can only watch the processed footage; they cannot visit the site or participate in the processing."

Yang Mi frowned slightly.

She didn't want Shen Ling'er to touch these things again.

Although Ling'er seems to be in good spirits from this morning until now, she is only five years old after all.

He Jingyan immediately said, "If you're worried, you don't have to go."

"I will have my staff handle this."

Shen Ling'er then gently tugged at Yang Mi's hand.

"Mother, I want to see it."

Yang Mi looked down at her.

"Just looking?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

Yang Mi looked at her daughter.

She knows Ling'er too well.

When this child says "take a look," it's usually not a casual glance.

But she also knew that the more she forbade her to see it, the more Ling'er would probably miss it.

Yang Mi remained silent for two seconds, then sighed softly.

"Then you can't just say things like that."

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"What if they see it?"

Yang Mi: "..."

Zhao Lei whispered, "Sister Mi, this is a very practical question."

Bai Sisi gently patted him.

"Don't stir things up."

Yang Mi felt somewhat helpless.

"Then tell Mom first."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"it is good."

A few minutes later.

The group arrived outside the monitoring room.

This place is completely different from the previous exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall features soft lighting, display cases, explanatory signs, and visitor flow, as if all the dangers of a casino are contained within the safe environment of a museum.

The outdoor corridor is quiet and can be monitored.

The lighting is rather cold.

There was a smell in the air that was a mixture of disinfectant and electronic equipment.

Security personnel at the entrance verify identities.

The staff immediately made way for He Jingyan.

Uncle Liang pushed the door open first.

Upon entering the monitoring room, a huge screen wall comes into view.

Dozens of images flashed simultaneously.

Gambling table.

hall.

aisle.

Redemption window.

VIP lounge area.

Elevator entrance.

Chip counting area.

Every frame has been processed to avoid revealing the privacy details of ordinary guests, but you can still feel the pressure of that massive system in operation.

Unlike the "rules explanation" in the exhibition hall.

What we see here is the rule being violated by countless people simultaneously.

Some people laughed.

Someone frowned.

Someone rubs their hands together before placing a bet.

Some people pretend to be calm after winning.

Some people refused to leave even after losing.

The casino lights are always on.

It was so bright it seemed to prevent people from being aware of time.

As soon as Zhao Lei entered, he became a little quieter.

He muttered to himself, "This place looks very professional."

Shen Ling'er looked up at the screen wall.

He didn't speak.

Her eyes swept across the flashing images before finally settling on the main screen.

He Jingyan walked to the main screen.

Uncle Liang asked the staff to pull up several key clips.

Four people appeared on the screen.

Three men and one woman.

Their clothes were all very ordinary.

He doesn't look like a big spender, nor does he look like a street thug.

They did not wear extravagant jewelry, nor did they bring a large retinue.

Even his expression wasn't particularly noticeable.

A man in a gray shirt sat at a baccarat table.

A short-haired woman is at another table.

Two other men appeared in different areas.

They did not gather together.

They sat in different places.

Occasionally, I leave the table.

I change tables occasionally.

There didn't seem to be any deliberate attempt to meet in between.

However, the statistical curves show that the profits of the four individuals have been steadily increasing.

It's not a surge.

Instead, it is steadily rising.

Zhao Lei stared at the curve for a long time, his brows furrowing more and more.

"I can't tell."

Bai Sisi: "It's normal that you can't tell."

Zhao Lei: "Your attempt at comforting me is a bit hurtful."

Bai Sisi: "That's true."

Zhao Lei: "That's even more hurtful."

Master Chen followed.

As the croupier who had just demonstrated the techniques for the cultural exhibition, he was obviously also called in by He Jingyan for reference.

He stared at the screen for a while, then whispered, "It is indeed very clean."

"The betting action was swift and decisive."

There was no action of hiding the card.

There was no card exchange.

"I didn't touch any places I shouldn't have."

"There's also very little eye contact."

"If they are truly cooperating with each other, then their cooperation is so natural."

Uncle Liang said in a deep voice, "That's our judgment too."

"no problem."

"The biggest problem is that there's no problem."

He Jingyan stared at the screen without saying a word.

He understood what Uncle Liang meant.

Casinos are not afraid of their customers winning.

In any business, some people will lose and some will win.

What casinos really fear is someone who keeps winning.

What I fear even more is a team that keeps winning in ways that are hard to spot.

That means it wasn't a mistake made by a particular dealer.

It wasn't just that one gambler was lucky.

Rather, it's because someone else found a loophole in the rules.

on the screen.

One of the men in gray won another round.

The chips were pushed in front of him.

He didn't look excited.

He simply moved some of his chips to the side naturally.

His movements were too ordinary.

He was as ordinary as any gambler who had just won money and was sorting out his chips.

But it is precisely because it is so ordinary that it feels awkward.

He Jingyan's brows furrowed even more.

"Replay his actions before placing bets in the first three rounds."

The staff immediately took action.

The scene rewinds.

The man in gray sat down.

Look at the cards.

Place a bet.

Collect chips.

Place another bet.

Collect again.

His movements were as clean as those of an ordinary gambler.

There was no further communication.

There were no strange pauses.

The hand did not cross the permitted area.

He Jingyan then looked at the image of another woman.

Same thing.

The short-haired woman sat relaxed, and even occasionally glanced at the reactions of the ordinary customers next to her while placing her bets.

But that kind of look doesn't seem like it's transmitting a signal.

It's more like an ordinary gambler subconsciously observing the atmosphere at the table.

There were no exaggerated movements.

There was no obvious code.

There wasn't even an extra expression.

Zhao Lei was getting a little anxious.

"How exactly did they win?"

No one answered him.

Even the professionals present couldn't tell.

Shen Ling'er remained silent.

She stood next to Yang Mi, her small hands resting on the edge of the table, her eyes fixed on the screen.

She didn't look at the cards.

They didn't even look at the chips.

She was looking at the hands of those people.

The hands of the man in the gray shirt.

The hands of a short-haired woman.

The hands of two men arranging chips before and after placing bets.

She stared at it for a long time.

It took so long that Zhao Lei couldn't help but want to ask, but he was afraid of being criticized, so he could only keep it to himself.

The comments section also became tense.

"If even He Jingyan can't figure it out, then it's really troublesome."

"The atmosphere in the monitoring room changed instantly; we were just looking at an exhibition a moment ago."

"Why hasn't Ling'er said anything? Has she not noticed either?"

"Don't rush, she's usually more terrifying when she's silent than when she speaks."

"These people are too clean, as if the camera lens was washed beforehand."

"I'm a little nervous. One hundred million is no small matter."

He Jingyan watched for a few more minutes.

Finally, he slowly opened his mouth.

"I didn't see any cheating."

Uncle Liang's face darkened further.

"Should we ask them to leave first?"

He Jingyan shook his head.

"We can't touch the guests without evidence."

"Continue monitoring."

This is the most difficult part for the He family.

Casinos can be questioned.

Early warnings can be issued.

You can keep an eye on people.

But you can't just take action against a guest just because they won.

Even without evidence, a win is a win.

If handled improperly, it can not only damage one's reputation, but may also lead to the other party retaliating.

He Jingyan's gaze remained fixed on the screen.

"Mark all the time points before and after they changed tables."

The staff responded immediately.

But he had barely finished speaking.

Shen Ling'er suddenly spoke.

"They cheated."

The monitoring room fell silent instantly.

All eyes turned to her.

Zhao Lei's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

He was going to say, "You figured it out?"

But he held back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Because he suddenly remembered that Ling'er's silence for so long was definitely not because she was daydreaming.

He Jingyan slowly turned his head and looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Little Ling'er, are you sure?"

Shen Ling'er did not answer immediately.

She looked up at the screen and pointed to the gray-clad man's hand.

"His hands are so well-behaved."

Zhao Lei was stunned.

"Hands...too good?"

Bai Sisi subconsciously repeated, "Because you're too obedient again?"

The fake chip's line "The old ones are too obedient" from the afternoon has already left a deep impression on everyone.

Now we have another saying: "Hands are too obedient."

Uncle Liang frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Shen Ling'er's little hand was still pointing at the screen.

"A normal gambler wouldn't be so compliant with their hand when they win money."

"Some people will touch the chips."

"Some people will take some of the chips they win and keep them for themselves."

"But he's always the same."

She paused, then looked at the image of the short-haired woman.

"She's the same."

"The movements are not the same."

"It's the same place where we parked."

The people in the monitoring room fell silent.

The staff immediately replayed the actions of the four people after they won the game side by side.

The four people are at different tables in the picture.

Different times.

Different angles.

The movements are not entirely consistent.

Someone is organizing the chips.

Someone took a water cup.

Someone was holding onto the back of the chair.

Someone touched the cuff of his sleeve.

At first glance, they have nothing in common.

Zhao Lei's eyes were almost blurry from watching.

"How are they the same?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Don't look at what they're doing."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Then what are you looking at?"

Shen Ling'er said calmly, "Let's see when they stop."

After those words were spoken, the monitoring room fell silent.

He Jingyan's expression changed slightly.

Master Chen also looked up abruptly.

Shen Ling'er continued, "Every time before the dealers collect the cards, their hands pause for a moment."

"It's very short."

"It looks like it hasn't moved."

"But a normal person wouldn't stop at that time every time."

After hearing this, the staff immediately slowed down the playback.

Double.

Half of the original value.

One-quarter of the time.

On the screen, the man in gray is sorting his chips after winning the game. Just as his right fingertip is about to touch the second stack of chips, the dealer is preparing to collect the cards.

In that instant, the gray-clad man's hand stopped.

Less than half a second.