This old man in the conical hat had a basic artificial intelligence, so he should be the controller of the formation of the old house of the Shen family.
Tong Yan had often played chess with Qing 'er when she was little, so she had a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of situation.
The old man in the conical hat took out a chess box and placed the chess pieces in it.
Tong Yan found it was the Space Army Chess she had thought of. She picked up a heavy armor and moved forward without hesitation.
It didn't take long for the game to end. The old house of the Shen family was opened while the old man in the conical hat mumbled the password, leading Jing Jiu to the next game.
The simple and boring checkpoint was repeated eight times. The clouds and fog had thinned, and the old house of the Shen family could be vaguely seen in the distance. Tong Yan and the old man in the conical hat arrived at the chess pavilion on the mountain.
Since it was called a chess pavilion, the chess pieces had been placed in the pavilion.
The chess board was very large, with three hundred and sixty-five lines. The black and white chess pieces were placed in the squares, not only where the lines intersected, but also in the squares.
The old man in the conical hat said, "If you can solve this chess game, all the rudeness will be forgiven."
No sooner had he said this than the black and white chess pieces on the huge chess board flew up and hovered in the space under the pavilion in Silence, forming a complicated three-dimensional structure.
Seeing this scene, Tong Yan recalled the chess game set up by Jing Jiu on the Chessboard Mountain in Zhaoge City many years ago.
He didn't know that Jing Jiu had set up a bigger chess game on the Scorching-Sun Battleship at the moment.
No matter how powerful Mister Dan's intelligence network was, he couldn't reach the 857 base.
Tong Yan asked the old man in the conical hat, "Do you know why I'm here?"
The old man in the conical hat said, "Nobody knows where the young master is. You can't find any clues here."
Tong Yan said, "If Shen Yunmai is really like what the intelligence said and Jing Jiu appreciates him, he must be a very smart person, like me."
The old man in the conical hat said, "The young master is of course the smartest person in this universe; but if you can solve this chess game, you will be smarter than him."
Tong Yan ignored his words and continued, "Since he's so smart, he won't let himself fall into a desperate situation. He'll definitely leave a chance for survival."
Yes, he came to the old house of the Shen family to find the slim chance of survival left by Shen Yunmai.
After a moment of silence, the old man in the bamboo hat said, "If you can solve this chess game, you will be qualified to enter the old estate. Perhaps … what you are looking for is inside."
"I can't solve this chess game in a short period of time. Maybe I'll do it in the future, but right now I need time."
Tong Yan puts the suitcase in her hand on the chessboard, and hundreds of chess pieces fall.
Amidst the crisp smacking sounds, he stared into the eyes of the old man in the bamboo hat and said, "Bring me into the old house, or I'll blow up this planet."
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Tong Yan didn't know that Jing Jiu had faced a similar chess game and it took him a long time to solve a small part of it. However, he had his own way of solving the game. His method seemed crude, but it actually contained a great deal of information analysis and judgment. It was the true Cosmic Flow.
Jing Jiu didn't know that he had solved this kind of chess game, nor did he know that he had played chess before; otherwise, he wouldn't have signed up for the chess interest class.
Sitting on a small stool, he looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard with furrowed brows, looking rather distressed.
Those chess pieces were not round, but all kinds of tiny models, including five classes of battleships, a few types of mechas, and a variety of weapon platforms.
It was true that he was playing the simplest Space Army Chess, and his opponent was a boy of eight or nine years old.
After a long period of contemplation, he finally picked up a chess piece representing a heavy mecha formation and jumped diagonally upward.
Discussions, mocking laughter, and arguments broke out in the room.
The boy of eight or nine years old sneered at him and said, "Ryan, how dare you play chess with me at your level? Go home and practice some more! "
After saying this, he picked up a laser cannon and destroyed the heavy mecha formation, and at the same time, killed the commander of Jing Jiu's base.
The mocking laughter in the room became louder and louder.
Jing Jiu stared at the chessboard seriously, and it took him a long time to confirm that he seemed to have lost. He scratched his head and stood up to give his position to another child.
Accompanied by the children's mocking laughter, he walked out of the door. It was originally an activity after the interest class, so of course he had to go home if he lost.
Hua Xi carried Xue Gie and followed him out. She didn't know how to play chess, and Xue Gie didn't care about such things at all.
Standing outside the door, Ms. Eve couldn't help but laugh out when she saw the scene. She reached out her hand to rub Jing Jiu's hair, saying, "Playing chess is very difficult to begin with. Don't worry; you can learn it slowly."
Jing Jiu wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. He bowed his head to express his gratitude, took the cake from Eve's hand, and said goodbye to her.
The family walked to the opposite side of the administrative center with the cake, and got off the subway.
Jing Jiu sat in the chair in Silence, as if he hadn't been hit by today's failure.
The advertising lights outside the window emitted all kinds of lights, illuminating his calm face.
The subway arrived at Zhishanzhan, and the stop was announced clearly and delightfully. Jing Jiu lifted his head slowly, and murmured to himself, "Was I … really wrong?"
What Madam Eve said was right. Space Army Chess was indeed too difficult, mainly because the rules were too complicated, and there were many things that violated common sense … Was it common sense? How could a laser cannon kill someone?
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After returning to the Room 720, Hua Xi went to heat up the cake. Jing Jiu walked to the window habitually and was about to play the zither; but he suddenly found that the cover of the zither couldn't be opened today. He turned around and found the Xue Gie sitting on the sofa, with a chessboard in front of her.
"When … when did you buy it?" Jing Jiu walked to the opposite side of her and sat down. He asked curiously while looking at the lifelike battleships and armors on the chessboard.
Cold Cicada flew to Jing Jiu's shoulder and danced a few cheerful movements, indicating that it had bought it in the shopping mall and wanted Jing Jiu's praise.
The Xue Gie didn't care much about Cold Cicada fawning on Jing Jiu when she was in a good mood. Yet, it was evident that she was in a bad mood today. In the next moment, Cold Cicada turned into an ice cube and fell heavily to the ground.
The Xue Gie was in a bad mood of course. It was a disgrace that her pet couldn't even defeat a little kid.
Now that the little kid asked Jing Jiu to go home and practice, she would give Jing Jiu a good practice.
Cold Cicada struggled out from the broken ice cube. It had clearly sensed the awareness of the Queen, so it didn't dare act carelessly. It called back a few mosquitoes monitoring the atmosphere in the vicinity of Room 714 as quickly as possible.
Those mosquitoes were so tiny that they couldn't be seen by the naked eye; but the sound they made when their limbs rubbed against each other was very clear, and the pronunciation was very accurate, exactly the same as that of the announcer on the subway.
"The Space Army Chess is a popular chess game among the populace of the Federation of the Milky Way. There are six ways to play the game, suitable for children from six to twelve years old …"
Along with the standard tone of the announcer, Jing Jiu started his arduous chess training.
It was said to be arduous because the Xue Gie's education was simple and rough. As long as Jing Jiu made a wrong move or had an inexplicable idea about the rules, she would hit him hard.
Her small hands were round and cute, but in fact, she was the only one in the universe who could hurt Jing Jiu with her hands.
Hearing the thunder-like sound in the living room, Hua Xi was startled and ran over to take a look. She felt relieved when she found it was the Xue Gie who was hitting Jing Jiu. "Lower your voice," she said while stroking her chest, "It's noisy. Neighbors."
There were no neighbors.
As such, the Xue Gie hit him hard.
It didn't take long before Jing Jiu couldn't stand it anymore. He lifted his head and said to her earnestly, "Let's eat."
The strange smell of the steamed pastries came out from the kitchen. It was indeed time for dinner.
The Xue Gie pointed at the battleships and armors on the chessboard with her little finger, looking like a queen who came to the world and commanded millions of soldiers.
Cold Cicada sensed her will, and said in the voice of a mosquito, "You're not allowed to eat."
The special training went on faster now that the time for dinner was saved. Hua Xi watched curiously by the side while holding the bowl. It didn't take long for the tutorial of the Space Army Chess to end.
Jing Jiu's clothes were shredded into rags, hanging on his body pitifully. The small crack at the corner of his eye that had disappeared a long time ago reappeared.
The Xue Gie was quite satisfied with what she had done. She signaled for Jing Jiu to call it a day.
Hua Xi returned to the kitchen. Seeing the empty steamer, she shrunk her shoulders bashfully and handed her bowl to Jing Jiu after some thought.
After dinner, Jing Jiu rubbed his aching shoulders and walked to the window to play the zither.
Having played the Nebula Dance of the Scorpion Tail, Jing Jiu closed the lid of the zither and started writing a poem with a pen and paper.
The end of the pencil was chewed to pieces. It was easy to imagine how difficult it was for him to write a poem.
Hua Xi went to the room next door.
The flowers in the room were still in full bloom, like an ocean. She wandered among them with a cheerful smile on her face. She would pluck a flower from time to time and taste it.
She suddenly stopped dancing and came to the window slowly. She pulled open the black curtain and looked at the stars in the sky with her head tilted to one side. The confusion in her eyes was gradually replaced by bewilderment.
The Xue Gie went to the room next door. She stood in the courtyard leading to the sixth floor, bathing in the starlight. Her spiritual awareness wandered among the ocean of books, the red cloak fluttering even though there was no wind.
After a long while, the red cloak dropped down slowly. She took out the thin ice flake she found in the dead man's body and observed it for a long time in silence, her dark pupils full of cold intent.
This thin ice flake was a hair that Aoyama Shen had sprinkled into the space many years ago. She wasn't sure when he would find it. Jing Jiu showed no sign of waking up, and it would be useless even if he did. She was under a great deal of pressure.
Like some parents, she had found a way to vent her pressure that day. She sat back on the sofa and motioned with her eyes for Jing Jiu to sit on the opposite side of her.
Cold Cicada took out the Go board from the cupboard and climbed onto the tea table with the heavy Go urn in his hand. Sensing the gloomy mood of the Xue Gie and Jing Jiu's reluctance, he felt a great deal of pressure as well.
The Xue Gie taught Jing Jiu Go that night. The black and white Go pieces were placed on the board one after another, and the mosquito kept on explaining the fixed moves and forbidden moves. Soon, the sounds of wind and thunder broke out again.
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