Compared to the grand scene in the chess room, the other three rooms were much more ordinary. Fatty's proficiency in Gomoku was limited to playing it on mini-programs when he had nothing else to do, playing against random netizens or the AI. Sometimes, when he encountered a tough opponent he couldn't defeat, he would look up some game strategies online, like Changxing Ju, Yunyue Ju, Huixing Ju... He'd memorize a few and play defensively, which was usually enough, provided he didn't encounter a master.
"Young man, it's your turn." The little girl opposite him sat in her seat, swinging her legs. She had a lollipop in her mouth, and her tender face was filled with mischievous glee. Fatty looked at the chessboard before him, where black and white pieces occupied half the board, forming a pincer formation. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, carefully examined the opponent's pieces, confirmed she had no other paths, and then made his move, placing a black piece behind two black stones, forming a three-in-a-row. But in the next second, a white piece landed, blocking the end of the three-in-a-row, denying him any chance to develop further. This little girl was even more formidable than the AI he played against in Gomoku.
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Bang! "Three of a kind." In the mahjong room where the middle-aged woman was, the sound of mahjong tiles colliding with the table rang out repeatedly. The middle-aged woman was still wearing her square dancing uniform, with a large red and yellow fan resting on her lap. Her eyes were focused on the row of mahjong tiles in front of her, drawing and discarding tiles, completely immersed in the atmosphere. Although this place was strange, as long as she could play, it was fine, right?
"Two of bamboo," the man next to her discarded a tile. The middle-aged woman glanced at it. This young man wasn't playing 'wan' characters, and now he was discarding 'bamboo'. He was likely aiming for a pure 'tiao' hand. After the middle-aged woman considered this, her opponent across the table hadn't discarded yet. As usual, she blurted out, "Girl, why aren't you discarding yet? Stop contemplating your tiles." The woman opposite looked at the tiles in front of her and casually replied, "Why the rush? I'm looking at my tiles." Then she raised her hand and discarded a tile, "Nine of wan."
"Hu!" The burly man on the left pushed his tiles forward and said heartily, "Dragon seven pairs!" (Dragon seven pairs - having seven pairs of tiles.) The middle-aged woman looked at the tiles she had just discarded and couldn't help but mutter, "Your speed of winning is truly fast." The burly man, who looked somewhat intimidating, laughed like a triad boss, "My luck is good today, hahaha..."
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"Self-drawn, pure color, all pairs!" Shen Luo pushed the tiles in front of her, a serene smile on her face. The three mahjong players were stunned, then craned their necks to take a look. All tiles were 'wan' characters, with an enclosed seven of wan, two three of wan, and three eight of wan. Pure color, all pairs, it was correct. Shen Luo said, "Remember to pay after you've looked." The three mahjong players sat back in their seats, looked at their own meager wallets, and couldn't help but swallow. They were told she only knew a little, but humans were truly cunning. Shen Luo also noticed their financial straits and calmly reminded them, "Everyone, do you remember the agreement we made earlier?" The young woman subconsciously retorted, "What agreement?" Shen Luo smiled but said nothing. The two middle-aged women suddenly remembered something, and their faces turned very grim. Before the mahjong game started, they had said that if they lost all their money, they would do whatever she asked.
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The night passed quickly. Shen Luo's mahjong room was the second to open its doors, after Xia Qingqing's. This was because all the mahjong players inside had lost all their money. As she came out, she saw Xia Qingqing. She was too conspicuous. In the luxurious corridor, a set of table and chairs had been moved from somewhere. A white round table was set with a pastry stand. Xia Qingqing was sitting on a low-key yet luxurious chair, leisurely drinking juice and taking a bite of pastry from time to time, enjoying herself immensely. Seeing the mahjong room door open, she looked somewhat surprised, "Sister Shen Luo, are you finished already?" Shen Luo nodded, walking over, and asked, "Are you the only one out?" Xia Qingqing temporarily put down the pastry in her hand and said, "It seems so. I haven't seen anyone else after I came out." As she spoke, she took out a very expensive-looking handbag from behind her and handed it to Shen Luo with both hands, "Sister, thank you for the money." Shen Luo glanced at it; the money inside was much more than she had given her before. She was somewhat surprised, "You won this much?" Xia Qingqing smiled shyly, "Perhaps it was luck." Shen Luo remembered correctly; this little girl had chosen the chess room? Mahjong could possibly be attributed to luck, but chess...? Despite her suspicions, Shen Luo didn't voice them. Everyone had their own secrets, and winning was what mattered. "Keep this money. It might be useful later." Shen Luo placed the money back on the table. Seeing Xia Qingqing looking somewhat conflicted, she added, "You can return it to me later when you leave here." "Thank you, sister!" Xia Qingqing took the handbag and obediently called out. Money was a wonderful thing. It wasn't omnipotent, but without it, nothing was possible. As the two were talking, the qipao woman brought over a small trolley filled with all sorts of food. The first layer was Chinese food, the second was fruit, the third was snacks, and the fourth was drinks. Xia Qingqing asked Shen Luo, "Sister, quickly eat something to replenish your energy." Playing mahjong all night was also very tiring. The qipao woman parked the trolley and winked at Xia Qingqing, "Call me anytime if you need anything~" As long as there was a tip, anything was negotiable.
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[This woman's background is not simple, she's a ruthless person.] [I suspect she's not human at all.] From the ceiling, glowing bullet comments drifted by. They had watched everything that had happened in the mahjong room from beginning to end, and it sent shivers down their spines. The three ghost mahjong players had never expected to lose all their money, which was why they had dared to say what they did at the beginning. After the game, they thought that players could only do a few things, such as gathering information about the place or visiting other floors. They never expected that after asking for information, Shen Luo would directly act against them. It wasn't a killing blow, but her actions were akin to dissecting them. Finally, she left seals on them. Due to the agreement and Shen Luo's strength, the three ghost mahjong players were powerless to resist, and the ghost building would not consider it a violation. It was only then that they, along with the viewers on the ceiling, realized how terrifying this player was. She had almost surpassed human limits. [Strange, according to the ghost building's settings, it should conform to *********] [*******, *******!] The bullet comments discussed amongst themselves, with key information about the ghost building automatically censored. Just then, Shen Luo, sitting opposite Xia Qingqing in the corridor, looked up and smiled slowly at the ceiling. Her expression seemed to say: Oh dear, you've discovered me. [!!!!] [She really is not human!] [What the heck! Why did it suddenly become scary!]
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