Triple neurasthenia, game one, game two.
Black Butterfly, who has won the right to shuffle and place cards, tried to regroup and review the score.
However, after about seven rounds, she experienced... "despair".
The "observation conclusion" that Feng Bujue said before, which will be explained to the opponent in the second game, began to play a role from this moment.
The information he got in exchange for sacrificing ten rounds of scoring chances was - "Black Butterfly's Memory Mode".
Obviously, in a game like [Triple Neurasthenia], which requires extremely high memory ability, if you don't use certain memory methods and skills... then it will definitely not work.
Needless to say, Feng Bujue, his memory ability, which has been honed over thousands of years, coupled with his own talent, has obviously reached a level where he can cope with various situations without deliberately applying patterns.
But... Black Butterfly is different. Even in the later stage of the game, she can only guarantee that she can remember 90% of the known cards and cannot fully memorize them after applying the inherent memory method; while in the early game, the cards on the table Most of the time, her memory accuracy is only about 70%.
Feng Bujue gave up all the scoring opportunities in the first half of the first round just to see through the "method" used by the opponent; he kept turning over unknown cards to cooperate with the opponent's attack, so as to gain from every mistake and every score of the opponent. The order of flopping cards at the time, the time interval between each recording of cards, etc., to infer the memory mode adopted by the opponent.
After ten rounds, he saw through Black Butterfly's method, and immediately formulated a set of targeted interference strategies.
Of course, in the first game, he did not use this set of strategies; after all, it was already the eleventh round at that time, and the number of unknown cards on the table had decreased a lot. Not obvious.
It can be said. In the first round of the duel, Feng Bujue was proceeding with the mentality of "even if you lose a round first, you have to complete the observation".
But in the end, he still won...
Thus. In the second round, when he started to use the set of countermeasures against the opponent's memory method - winning and losing. Then there is no suspense.
Even though Black Butterfly adopted the "orderly arrangement" method to improve his memory efficiency when arranging the cards, it still couldn't prevent Brother Jue, who had already seen through the rules of his memory, from interfering with it.
In the second game, Brother Jue turned over one or two positions from time to time on the opponent's step-by-step "flop path", and grabbed points without hesitation.
The psychological burden brought about by the defeat in the last round, the absolute sense of oppression in terms of spirit and momentum, the occasional trash talk, and the constant disturbing flops that clearly aimed at his memorized routines... These things quickly defeated Black Butterfly.
After only ten rounds, Feng Bujue has already led the opponent by a huge advantage of 45 to 12, and there are already two known "Infernal Hell" cards on the table; in this situation, Black Butterfly wants to win unless " The opponent deliberately turned over three hell cards to commit suicide" and "the opponent will not score in all subsequent rounds".
When this "opponent" is Feng Bujue. The above hypothesis is undoubtedly impossible to happen...
In the end, after some struggle and hesitation, the black butterfly, whose thoughts and emotions were in chaos, chose to surrender.
Although this means that she will miss the final prize worth millions of dollars, but she can at least take away the prize money she won in the [Number Guess Showdown]; Figure out a way to get out of the situation.
"Wait a minute."
Just when Black Butterfly was about to leave the gaming table and go back to the cabin to rest, suddenly...a man in a suit and sunglasses blocked her way.
"Is there anything else?" Black Butterfly replied weakly, "I'm already very tired. I want to go back and rest..."
"Ma'am." The man in the suit interrupted her, and continued, "Our boss announces...you have advanced. You can stay for the next round of duel."
Hei Die was still a little dazed when she heard the word "advanced". After a few seconds of reaction, she asked in surprise, "What? Really?"
Before she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at the second floor of the main hall, and at the same second, the organizer sitting there also raised her glass as a gesture.
This change made Black Butterfly overjoyed, as if a person who had been pushed off the cliff was being dragged up again. For a moment... She didn't know what to say.
"Also..." Immediately afterwards, the man in the suit turned his face away again. He said coldly to Brother Jue, "Sir, your qualifications have been disqualified."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue was not too surprised when he heard the news, "What's the reason?"
"I don't know." The man in the suit said the truth, "You can ask our boss directly..." After speaking, he raised his arm, made a gesture of please to the second floor, and said, "Please. "
...
five minutes later.
On the first floor of the main hall, the duel of [Triple Neurasthenia] is still going on.
However, the organizer and Feng Bujue had already left the cabin, and came to a deck on the third floor of the cruise ship together.
At this time, the sea breeze caresses gently, and the night is dark.
Two men, sitting opposite each other at opposite ends of a small square table, struck up a conversation.
"Could you turn the light to the side? The lenses on my mask are not sunglasses." Feng Bujue sat down and made a request to a man in a suit standing beside him without hesitation.
"Heh..." the host chuckled lightly when he heard the words, and then gestured to the man in the suit.
When the boss saw the order, he hurried over and turned a deck searchlight a few meters away by more than ten degrees, dimming the light in this area.
"Do you have any other requests?" After a few seconds, the host said to Brother Jue.
"Yes, I want your prize." Feng Bujue replied in a natural tone.
"Hehe...you are really direct." The organizer laughed, "but... the prizes are for my 'guests', but you... don't seem to be on my invitation list."
"Oh... Did you find out after all?" Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and lazily continued.
"Yeah, it's not very difficult if you really want to check it. Who made you arouse my curiosity?" The organizer said, then waved his finger at the big man in a suit next to him, and the latter immediately handed it over. "I don't know how you added the name 'Jiang Daode' to my guest list, but I have to admit that your technique is very clever..." He directly sent the The document was thrown on the table, and Jiang Daode's photo was printed on the first piece of paper, "First of all, judging from the information, the situation of 'Jiang Daode' is indeed in line with my invitation requirements. It seems... the game he runs The company was recently found out about tax evasion, and it was also involved in some illegal drug trials; secondly, my subordinates couldn't find out about Jiang Daode's recent movements at all, and felt that he had become a missing person population, but there is no relevant report record in the public security department... "
Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and then said: "Oh...of course, these are not a problem now, because..." He looked up at Brother Jue, "...you are not Jiang Daode."
"Well, I'm not." Now that things are up, Brother Jue doesn't need to deny this anymore; even if you don't look at the face, you can tell that the age is not right based on the body shape.
"So..." the organizer's voice became cold, "Can you take off your mask and let me see... who are you?"
His sentence is obviously not a request, but a request...
"Who am I..." Feng Bujue was very cooperative, he raised his hands and began to untie his mask while talking, "...is it important?"
"Not necessarily..." the organizer replied, "but... just out of curiosity, I also want to see what you look like."
"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed..." Feng Bujue had already taken off his mask when these words came out.
However, he did not reveal his face, because... at this moment, his face was covered with a thick layer of white powder, the eye sockets of his eyes were covered with dark eyeshadow, and his mouth and cheeks on both sides... had been covered with bright red paint Lipstick paints a thick, grinning "smile."
"You..." Even the organizer was stunned when he saw the face under the mask.
"What's the matter?" Feng Bujue laughed, and the "smile" on his face became more exaggerated and weird with his smile, "Don't you like this kind of tone? Hehe... come... laugh with brother One...?"(.)