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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune“什么方法？”他听见自己在问。那声音在轮盘的嗡嗡声与筹码的碰撞声中，几乎细不可闻。顾遥没有立刻作答。他从中山装的内袋里掏出一个银质的烟盒，抽出一根无滤嘴的香烟，在烟盒上轻轻磕了三下。动作缓慢、刻意，近乎一场仪式。他没有点燃，只是将烟夹在指间。接着，他朝房间最深处那扇覆着深绿色绒布的门微微一扬下巴。“那边，”他说，声音压得更低了，几乎变成气流与唇齿摩擦出的嘶音，“我们不玩轮盘，也不玩二十一点。我们玩的是‘信息’。”“What method?” he heard himself ask. His voice was barely audible beneath the hum of the roulette wheel and the clatter of chips.Gu Yao didn't reply at once. From the inside pocket of his Sun Yan Sen suit, he produced a silver cigarette case, slid out an unfiltered cigarette, and tapped it against the case three times. The motion was slow, deliberate—almost ceremonial. He didn't light it, merely held it between his fingers. Then he inclined his head slightly toward the deep green felt-covered door at the far end of the room."Over there," he said, his voice dropping to a rasping whisper, barely more than breath and friction. "We don't play roulette. Not blackjack either. We play 'information.'"
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