Harry, who had grown up on the outskirts of the city, had seen things from childhood that most people never had, such as cheating at card games, which happened all the time.
Everyone knew that cheating at the card games held by those gangs could lead to terrifying consequences, yet there were still people who did it.
Because they had lost all reason after losing too much.
When someone lost everything and their mentality collapsed, when they stopped caring about anything, cheating became their only way to win their money back.
Harry knew the simplest method was to mark the sides and backs of the cards. This method... was practically common knowledge in the area where he had lived.
He had not dared to make such an obvious mark on the back of the card, so he could only dampen a tiny spot on its edge with sweat.
If the player after him also thought the yellow one was very important, that meant the color card was not a misleading card. It pointed, along with the other cards that could form a chain of clues, to the most likely correct answer.
But if the player after him had also abandoned the color card, it meant that, to both players, it had no value.
The card smoothly made its way into the next player's hands. Harry glanced at him and saw a slight change in his expression. Then the man placed the card between his own two cards.
Harry looked at the card passed over by the player before him, picked it up, and froze again.
It was a snow-white playing card with a red ring around it. In the middle, it said...
"Headline!"
The more clues there were, the more confusing things became. That was perfectly normal, because some of