If someone spoke, it meant that there was someone behind the door.
Of course, this was nonsense.
Irin slowly raised his head.
Because of the pain in his neck.
There was a sign nailed to the door.
There were words on it.
Irin carefully read it for five seconds until the pain in his neck became unbearable. Then, he finally saw the words clearly.
Presbyopia and cervical spondylosis, it was really uncomfortable.
"Edvard Nygma."
The door was not closed tightly.
Irin thought for a few seconds, rubbed his neck, and pushed the door open.
The room was very simple. There was a bed, a low table, and an LCD TV on the wall. The TV was turned off.
In the corner, there was a cane and a black umbrella.
It was covered with dust, and it had not been used for a long time.
"Stinky fan, you're cheating this time!"
"Fat goose, don't spout nonsense. It looks like I'm cheating, but I'm actually looking for the truth. Who am I? "
"You … Do you believe that I'll poison you to death?"
"You dare?"
"Who wouldn't dare?"
"Try?"
"Let's try!"
"Heh, heh, heh, do you believe that I'll install a riddle lock in your room, and if you can't answer it, don't even think about going out to dinner?"
"Hmph, you think you can stump me?"
"I heard that tonight's dinner is filet mignon."
"Then … You win this round! Again! "
As soon as Irin entered the room, he saw an old man who was green from head to toe, and a short and fat old man, squatting on both sides of the low table, playing an unknown card game.
The green old man was wearing a clean green suit, a green gentleman's hat on his head, and a proud smile on his face.
The other short and fat old man was wearing slippers, and he rolled up his pants, revealing sparse leg hair. He gritted his teeth, and his expression was flustered and exasperated.
The two old men, one green and one fat, did not seem to notice Irin's arrival at all.
The short and fat old man was cursing as he started the second round.
Good gay friends?
The kind that lasts forever.
Irin silently judged the relationship between the two old men.
Who was Edvard Nygma?
Irin could not tell for a while.
Irin had originally intended to gather some information.
After all, he knew nothing about the current situation.
He couldn't kill Jack again.
After all, his old bones and waist couldn't withstand the torment.
Perhaps it was because he was old and had a peaceful mind?
In short, Irin was very calm now.
Seeing that the two elders who were playing cards ignored him, Irin did not mind. His expression was calm as he sat down at the side.
The old man in the green hat glanced at Irin.
He didn't say much.
The fun game started again.
Irin observed silently.
The rules of this poker game seemed a little strange.
It couldn't even be called a game.
Fifty-two cards were spread out on the table, covering everything.
Everyone was allowed to look at one of the cards in each round.
When looking at cards, he could easily fool the other party, whether it was real or fake.
You could say, "This is a square."
Or "This is a seven."
Or "This is an ace of spades. Do you believe it?"
If the person who was fooled guessed correctly, he would win. If he didn't believe it, then it would be the next person's turn.
A simple and crude game.
There were no rules at all.
They were just fooling each other to see who could fool who.
After a few rounds, the short and fat old man lost ten rounds in a row. In the end, he was so angry that he almost flipped the table and limped out of the room.
"Ah, life is as lonely as snow."
The old man in the green hat said proudly.
The short and fat old man had already left.
In that case, the green hat was the owner of the room.
Edvard Nygma.
Irin, who had been silent, suddenly shook his head.
Edward suddenly looked at Irin, somewhat puzzled. "What do you mean by shaking your head?"
"Nothing."
Irin chuckled.
"No, you must be!" Irin didn't say anything, but it aroused Edward's curiosity.
"He let you." Irin slightly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"What!"
Edward suddenly slapped the table and stood up.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch —"
A wave of pain in his back made Edward's face twist, and he slowly sat down again.
After rubbing for a while, Edward finally stared at Irin. "What makes you say that? Humph, you mean, I can't compare to that damn Fat Goose? "
Irin chuckled and didn't explain. Instead, he asked, "Edvard Nygma?"
Edward casually adjusted his gentleman's hat, and his face showed a bit of pride. "Remember to call me the wise Edward."
Irin slowly sat down in front of Edward.
"Even more wise Irin."
“！”
Edward looked deeply at Irin.
Irin's expression was calm, and he looked back.
He was awe-inspiring and fearless.
"Good! Very good! Old man, you are once again challenging the wise Edward. "
Edward suddenly lowered the brim of his hat and smiled coldly.
Old man?
Irin took two seconds to realize that the "old man" was referring to himself.
It would probably be hard for him to get used to it.
"Challenge?" Irin chuckled. "This is just a game, isn't it?"
"Game?" Edward's gaze froze. "Old man, this is not a game."
Old man?
Irin silently highlighted the key points.
After highlighting the key points, Irin continued, "If there is no prize, this is just a game."
"Prize?" Edward heard this and was obviously stunned, but he quickly showed a confident smile. "Old man, what prize do you want? Tonight's dinner? "
"How about —" Irin suddenly pointed at the dusty crutches in the corner and smiled. "My legs are not very convenient, and my lumbar disc is a bit protruded. If I win, lend me your crutches, how about it?"
"Lend?"
"Yes, it's just a loan. You have to return what you borrow, right? Maybe we can become good friends. "
Edward pondered for a moment, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with this sentence.
Anyway, he would not lose.
"Old man, what if you lose?"
Irin had already thought of what to say. "If I lose, you will be the wiser Edward."
"Deal!"
Edward shuffled the cards skillfully, causing flowers to appear in the air.
Soon, fifty-two cards were neatly placed on the table.
This technique.
Irin secretly nodded.
No wonder the short and fat old man said that Edward cheated.
This skillful shuffling method was like the God of Gamblers. Irin would not believe that there was nothing fishy about the shuffling process.
But …
It did not matter.
Irin's mouth showed a trace of a smile.
If Molly, who was familiar with Irin, was here and saw this smile, she would know that someone was going to be unlucky again.
For more details, please refer to Xiao Yang's family.
"How many rounds?"
"Five rounds." Edward chuckled.
Five rounds was enough.
He wanted to let this arrogant old man experience Edward's wisdom.
"Begin!"
Edward shouted and prepared to draw the cards.
"Wait."
Irin suddenly stood up.
“？”
Old Edward was stunned.
Irin slowly stretched out his hand and patted Edward's right shoulder twice.
Edward looked at his right shoulder in confusion.
He did not understand what was going on.
“？”
He patted for a few seconds.
Yi Lin sat back down in her seat.
"Your shoulder is a bit grey, I will help you pat it off." Irin smiled in a friendly manner.
"Hey? Old man, do you think that the wise Edward will go easy on you? In front of wisdom, everyone is equal. "
"It's okay, you can begin."
Edward looked at Irin suspiciously, but he did not understand whether Irin was really trying to flatter him or not.
But, this was not important.
The wise Edward would definitely win.
He had only lost to one person in his life, and the others were not worth mentioning.
It's coming, it's coming!
Go, go, go!
He, Edward, drew a card!
It was an ordinary poker card.
It was really just an ordinary poker card.
Edward looked into Irin's eyes with a confident tone and said slowly, "The card in my hand is the Ace of Spades, do you believe it?"
The rules of this game seemed simple, and there were no rules at all.
It was just to believe it or not.
But in reality, in theory, this was a game that fully experienced psychological warfare.
Using body language, words, and eyes to create pressure on the opponent.
Whether the opponent believed it or not depended on whether the acting was realistic enough.
And … to grasp the opponent's psychological changes.
When the fake is real, the real is fake, and when the real is fake, the fake is fake.
This was probably the way to play.
Of course, everyone understood the logic, but under normal circumstances, it was indeed a bit difficult to win against Edward.
After all … who could play better than the dealer?
The old man Fat Goose clearly knew that Edward's play was fishy, but he still played with Edward again and again.
It was unknown whether it was a love-hate relationship, or because the old man was lonely and wanted to find someone to accompany him.
Irin "looked" at the card.
Then she nodded without hesitation, "You have the Ace of Spades in your hand."
“！”
Edward, who was all smiles, was instantly stunned.
He slowly put down the card in his hand. It was indeed the Ace of Spades!
"How did you know …"
Edward had just said half a sentence when he swallowed it back.
This was only the first game.
Irin VS Edward … 1: 0.
He was temporarily in the lead.
It didn't matter.
"It's your turn."
Irin casually drew a card.
"Queen of Hearts."
“NO。”
Irin did not reveal the card and put it back in place.
There was a small rule in this small game. If the other party did not believe it, they could not reveal the card. Even if it was the Queen of Hearts, as long as the other party did not believe it, it was equivalent to not being the Queen of Hearts.
The important rule was that if the card was not revealed, it must be put back in place.
Edward almost did not hesitate and directly rejected it.
The score did not change.
It was Edward's turn … to draw a card!
The wise Edward valiantly drew a card.
"Diamond!"
Irin expressionlessly "looked" again.
“NO！”
“？”
Edward originally wanted to use a small trap like "one in four probability" to lure Irin, but he did not expect Irin to be so cunning and not take the bait.
"It's a bit interesting."
Edward began to become interested.
The essence of this game was in fact, in addition to the psychological game, it was also a great test of memory.
In the process of drawing cards, it was actually the process of reading the cards.
Everyone had a chance to read their cards when it was their turn.
If the other party did not believe it, it must be put back in place.
The more you read, the clearer your control of the game.
This was originally a see-saw game.
In the end, if you had a good memory, the entire game would almost become an open card.
It was a competition of who had more Alzheimer's, who could not remember more, and who had worse acting skills.
It was called an excellent leisure game for the elderly to pass the time after tea and meals.
In this courtyard, it was very popular.
Whoever lost would have a "Alzheimer's" sign hanging on their chest for an entire week.
It was called an ominous and extremely embarrassing old age.
But in this courtyard, the wise Edward had never lost.
Not even once.
Not this time either!
Next, the two of them went back and forth.
They almost looked through the entire game.
A full two minutes passed.
Whether it was Irin or Edward, neither of them scored any more points.
"This …"
Edward was speechless.
If this continued, there would be no winner at all.
If they insisted on scoring, Irin would win.
After all, at the beginning, Edward had the mentality of playing for fun and let Irin score a point.
Edward did not dare to underestimate the little old man opposite him now.
He believed that the old man's memory was not below his.
The set of cards on the table was now equivalent to an open card.
Unless they played until the sky turned dark and were exhausted, there would be no winner or loser.
It was a little difficult!
Edward twisted his waist. After sitting for so long, it was a little painful.
Irin silently opened the apostle's panel and glanced at it.
Suddenly, he smiled. "We can't go on like this. Why don't we level up the game?"
"Oh?" Edward heard and seemed to be interested. "How do we level it up?"
"Simple. You and I both remember this game very clearly. There is no point in continuing to play. Why don't we draw 15 cards at the same time and choose five of them to form a hand of cards. Only if we guess correctly will we win. Add another rule — whether it is yes or no, as long as we don't guess correctly, we lose. "
Hiss —
There was a heater in the room.
When Edward heard this, he could not help but suck in a breath of warm air.
This game was really … too f * cking exciting!
"I like it! Hehehe, come! "
"You first."
Humility was a virtue.
Although he was also an old man now.
Irin silently closed his eyes, showing that he was too lazy to peek.
Actually, there was no difference whether he looked or not.
Edward quickly took out 15 cards from the deck and formed a hand of cards under the table.
By the way, the composition of the deck followed the classic rules of card stud.
Edward smiled coldly and did not intend to continue playing.
— This time, it was time to directly use the king bomb.
No matter who it was, they would be able to remember what the 15 cards were.
Of course, those meaningless combinations were not in line with Edward's style, so he would definitely not use them.
Irin silently calculated in his heart.
Using the formula of permutations and combinations.
As everyone knew, taking five cards out of 15, according to the order, there were 360360 combinations. Even if they were not ordered, there were still 3,003 combinations.
Next …
This was the peak of psychological games!
Only by predicting the opponent's prediction could one win this damn little game!
"Spades flush!"
Edward smiled coldly.
He knew that Irin could remember that out of the 15 cards he chose, two types of spades flush could be formed.
But thinking about it in reverse, and thinking about it in reverse … In short, he could guess that the opponent had a cerebral hemorrhage.
Irin opened his eyes. Seize the time.
"Take a look" again.
“YES！”
Crack.
Edward was stunned.
The cards in his hand all fell to the ground.
Those five cards were five consecutive spades.
"Forget it, I lost."
Edward lowered his head and said in a muffled voice.
He did not continue the third game.
In fact, from the beginning, he had already memorized most of the cards when he shuffled the cards.
But even so, he still lost two games.
In the last game, even if his old face was a little thick, he was too lazy to continue.
What he did not expect was that the old man opposite him was actually more cunning than his wise Edward.
He did not lose in wisdom.
— But lost to the opponent's cunning!
Irin stood up.
His legs were a little sore.
He moved behind Edward.
At this moment, Edward did not see that on the roof, an almost transparent shadow silently returned to Irin's body.
"Hehehe, Master, you're so naughty!"
Bai Xiaoyi used a voice that only Irin could hear and teased Irin, then returned to Irin's body.
Irin glanced at his psionic energy value that was almost depleted to 20% and secretly sighed in relief.
In this era, who could not f * cking cheat?
Could you do it?
When Irin patted Edward's shoulder, he secretly released Bai Xiaoyi's spirit body while the opponent's gaze and attention were diverted and hid in the air.
After entering the room, he immediately used "psychokinesis" to sense that there were no surveillance devices in the room.
He could know Edward's cards because Bai Xiaoyi provided "vision".
But the consumption of psionic energy value was too high.
If he delayed any longer, there was a possibility that he would be exposed.
Of course.
Irin was not completely without backup.
If he could not delay any longer, or if the old man suddenly had a stroke and wanted to turn his head …
He could just cast "Entanglement" on him and be done with it.
After all, it was easy to fool the old man with a stroke, cerebral hemorrhage, seizures, insufficient blood supply to the brain from time to time. There would not be any problems.
In short … it was stable.
After Irin put away Bai Xiaoyi, his psionic energy value that had been decreasing began to slowly recover.
Irin moved his sore legs.
He walked to the corner.
The shape of the umbrella was a little strange, but since he had agreed to take the cane, Irin did not touch the black umbrella.
If he guessed correctly, it should be the short and fat old man's belongings.
After all, they seemed to be very close. It was not strange for them to put their belongings together.
Anyway, there was no distinction between them, was there?
When Irin entered the room, he noticed the cane and umbrella in the corner.
This was as conspicuous as the red hammer on flight 444 during his preparation apostle trial.
If there was nothing strange about this … it would be really strange.
Apostles with some experience would not miss the various small items in the trial.
They would also think of ways to get them.
Irin directly pressed down on the cane.
The armrest of the cane had a unique shape. There was a hook that looked like a big question mark.
“？”
Let's not complain about the shape first.
The moment Irin held the question mark shaped cane, the attributes of the cane appeared in front of his eyes.
…
[Question Mark Scepter]
[Grade] Epic
[Durability] 4003000
[Effect] "Criminal Puzzle"
[Description] "Riddler" Edvard Nygma's exclusive equipment. Only the owner of the equipment can unleash the true effect of the equipment. Current Owner: Edvard Nygma Note: Cannot be brought out of this world.
…
"Epic?"
Irin's heart trembled slightly.
It was actually epic?
But the durability …
It would break after a few knocks!
It was indeed an antique!
Irin already had a spiritual weapon that was more precious than the epic level, as well as the growth type parasitic equipment "Resentment" that he did not understand. When he saw the [Question Mark Scepter] in his hands, he was not too happy.
After all, it was obviously a piece of equipment that was more focused on its functions. It might not be suitable for everyone.
"It's useless even if I borrow it?"
Irin already understood after looking at the attributes.
Even if he could "borrow" the scepter from Edward, he would not be able to use the weapon's effect.
Use it to knock?
Knock … knock … there was nothing to knock.
Maybe before he could knock the person to death, the scepter would end on its own.
That was not right.
Irin felt a little regretful.
For such an epic equipment, there was another way to snatch it from another owner.
That was …
Irin turned his head and looked at Edward's neck.
Then he turned his head again.
He silently thought about the possibility and probability.
And the impact on the subsequent plot.
Just as Irin was silently thinking about the attributes of the [Question Mark Scepter].
"No —"
Suddenly, Edvard Nygma raised his head and shouted.
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