Triple Neurasthenia, Round One and Round Two.
Black Butterfly, who had won the right to shuffle and lay out the cards, tried to regroup and chase after her score.
However, after about seven rounds, she experienced … "despair."
The "observation conclusion" that Feng Bujue said he would explain to her in the second round started to come into play.
He sacrificed ten rounds of scoring opportunities in exchange for this information — Black Butterfly's memory pattern.
Obviously, in a game like Triple Neurasthenia, which required a high level of memory, it would be impossible if one did not employ a certain memory pattern and technique.
Of course, Feng Bujue did not need to be mentioned. With his well-honed memory and his natural talent, he had reached a level where he could deal with any situation without the need to purposely apply a pattern.
However, Black Butterfly was different. Even in the later stages of the game, she could only guarantee that she could remember 90% of the known cards, not all of them. In the early stages of the game, when there were still a lot of cards on the table, her memory accuracy was only about 70%.
Feng Bujue gave up all the scoring opportunities in the first half of the first round because he wanted to see through his opponent's "method." He kept flipping unknown cards to coordinate with his opponent's attack, so that he could infer the memory pattern his opponent used based on her every mistake, the sequence of cards she flipped, the interval between each card she remembered, and other signs.
After ten rounds, he saw through Black Butterfly's method and immediately came up with a set of interference strategies.
Of course, he didn't use this strategy in the first round. After all, it was already the eleventh round, and the number of unknown cards on the table had decreased by a lot. If he used this strategy in such a situation, it wouldn't be effective.
In other words, Feng Bujue went into the first round with the mentality of "Even if he lost one round, he had to complete the observation."
But in the end, he still won.
Thus, in the second round, when he started to use the strategy that targeted his opponent's memory pattern, the outcome became obvious.
Even though Black Butterfly used the 'orderly arrangement' method to increase the efficiency of his memory, that did not stop Brother Jue, who had seen through the pattern of his memory, from interfering with his memory.
In the second round, Brother Jue flipped one or two cards on his opponent's "flop path" from time to time and did not hesitate to steal points.
The psychological burden of the loss in the last round, the absolute pressure on her spirit and momentum, the occasional trash talk, and the constant disruptive flops that targeted her memory pattern … all these things quickly defeated Black Butterfly.
After just ten rounds, Feng Bujue was leading his opponent by a large margin of 45 to 12, and there were already two known 'Infernal Hell' on the table. In this situation, if Black Butterfly wanted to win, unless his opponent purposely flipped three hellish cards to commit suicide or his opponent did not score any points in the following rounds, there was no way he could win.
When the 'opponent' was Feng Bujue, the above assumption was impossible.
In the end, after some struggle and hesitation, Black Butterfly, whose thoughts and emotions were in a mess, chose to surrender.
Even though this meant that she would not be able to win the prize that was worth millions of dollars, at least she could take away the money she won in the Number Guessing Contest. After she got off the ship, she might be able to find a way to get out of this predicament with the money.
"Hold on."
Just as Black Butterfly was about to leave the gambling table and return 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 very tired, I want to go back to rest …"
"Ma 'am." The man in the suit interrupted her and continued, "Our boss announced that … you have advanced. You can stay for the next round."
When Black Butterfly heard the word "advanced," she was a little confused. After a few seconds, she asked in surprise, "What? Really? "
Before she finished her sentence, she turned her head to look at the second floor of the main hall. At the same time, the host who was sitting there also raised his glass to her.
This change made Black Butterfly overjoyed. It was as if someone who had been pushed off the cliff was pulled up again. For a moment … she did not know what to say.
"Also …" Then, the man in the suit turned his face again and said coldly to Brother Jue, "Sir, your qualification has been revoked."
"Oh?" When Feng Bujue heard the news, he was not too surprised. "Why?"
"I don't know." The man in the suit was telling the truth. "You can ask our boss directly …" As he spoke, he raised his arm and made a gesture to the second floor. "Please."
…
Five minutes later.
On the first floor of the main hall, the Triple Neurasthenia duel was still in progress.
However, the host and Feng Bujue had already left the cabin and came to a deck on the third floor of the cruise ship.
At this time, the sea breeze was gentle and the night was dark.
Two men sat opposite each other at a small square table and began to talk.
"Can you adjust the light to the side? The lenses on my mask are not sunglasses. "After Feng Bujue sat down, he made a request to the man in the suit standing next to him.
"Ha …" The host heard this and chuckled. He then made a gesture to the man in the suit.
When the man saw the boss's order, he quickly turned a deck light a few meters away by a dozen degrees to dim the light in the area.
"Do you have any other requests?" A few seconds later, the host spoke to Brother Jue.
"Yes, I want your prize." Feng Bujue replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Haha … You're really straightforward." The host smiled. "But … the prize is prepared for my 'guests', but you … You don't seem to be on my invitation list."
"Oh … So you found out after all?" Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and replied lazily.
"Yes, it's not difficult to find out. Who asked you to arouse my curiosity?" "I don't know how you managed to add the name 'Jiang Daode' to my guest list, but I have to admit that your method is very clever …" He threw the document on the table. The first page had a picture of Jiang Daode printed on it. "First of all, from the information, this' Jiang Daode 'person does indeed meet the conditions of my invitation. It seems that … the game company he runs has recently been found guilty of tax evasion and is also involved in some illegal drug experiments. Secondly, my men can't find any recent movements of Jiang Daode at all. I feel that he has become a missing person, but there are no relevant reports in the public security department …" He threw the document directly on the table, and the first page had a picture of Jiang Daode printed on it. "First of all, from the information, this' Jiang Daode 'person's situation does indeed meet the conditions of my invitation. It seems like … the game company he runs has recently been found guilty of tax evasion and is also involved in some illegal drug experiments.
At this point, he paused and said, "Ha … Of course, these are not problems now because …" He looked up at Brother Jue, "… You're not Jiang Daode."
"Yes, I'm not." At this point, Brother Jue didn't have to deny this point. Even if he didn't look at his face, he could tell that his age didn't match just by looking at his body.
"Then …" The host's voice turned cold, "Can you take off your mask and let me see … who are you?"
This was obviously not a request, but a request …
"Who am I …" Feng Bujue was very cooperative. As he spoke, he raised his hands and started to unstrap his mask. "… Is it that important?"
"Not necessarily …" The host replied, "But … out of pure curiosity, I also want to see what you look like."
"Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed …" As he said this, Feng Bujue had already taken off his mask.
However, he didn't reveal his face because … at this moment, his face was covered with a thick layer of white powder. His eye sockets were covered with dark eyeshadow, and his mouth and cheeks … were painted with bright red lipstick. It was a thick, grinning 'smile'.
"You …" Even the host was stunned when he saw the face under the mask.
"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue laughed. The 'smile' on his face became even more exaggerated and strange as he laughed. "Don't you like this kind of style? Hehe … Come … Smile with me … Why … So … serious? "
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