Thriller Paradise Chapter 1084: Guess the number duel (part 2)
"Twenty-five rounds."
As soon as the male voice in suit and sunglasses fell, Feng Bujue had completed the "round declaration". This number was undoubtedly determined by him.
"This kid... actually only reported for twenty-five rounds." Mr. Jing immediately said in his heart, "The number of rounds is too few..."
Although Mr. Jing has seen the complete rules like Brother Jue, he did not make a detailed calculation of the surrender fines for each round. He just knows roughly... as long as he chooses to surrender after thirty-one rounds, he will definitely make money.
In addition, he just figured out how many rounds it takes to guess the six numbers of "six digits, ten digits, repeatable".
It’s a pity...it’s very difficult to guess this kind of thing out of thin air; games like guessing numbers, unless you have multiple personalities in your body (yes, I’m talking about Mutoh games), it’s impossible to play with yourself of.
In terms of the nature of this game, it’s impossible for guests to help each other out, so... Mr. Jing can only infer by "surrendering fines". If you want to guess the correct answer, you must at least "three Around ten rounds".
"One thousand dollars." After hesitating for a few seconds, Mr. Jing still bid a minimum bet.
"Huh...that's how..." Feng Bujue chuckled as soon as he heard the number, "third-rate..."
"What did you say?" Mr. Jing heard obvious disdain and sarcasm from the other party's words, and he naturally couldn't keep silent about it under the eyes of everyone.
"I'll explain to you later." Feng Bujue replied in a lazy tone, "I don't want to waste too much time on third-rate. Let's make a quick decision."
After all, he didn't give the opponent any room for rebuttal, and immediately said: "In the first round, I asked to bet 1,000 dollars. Do you want to call or surrender?"
After asking this question, he pressed the timer on hand.
Mr. Jing is naturally impossible to surrender in the first round. He replied: "I follow." Then he also raised his hand and pressed the timer button on his side.
The same second. Feng Bujue had already bent over and began to write on the paper, and the first set of numbers he guessed was six "0"s.
After writing. He handed the paper to Mr. Jing and pressed the timer; the latter took the paper and took a look, and quickly wrote 0a0b feedback under this line of numbers, and when he handed the paper back, he also pressed Click the timer.
The above is the standard process of a round.
"0a0b" means that Feng Bujue didn't guess either in terms of numbers or positions. In other words... in the six numbers written by Mr. Jing. There is no "0" at all; in a sense, this kind of opening is better than the kind of guessing a few numbers, because this is tantamount to reducing the "ten digits" to "nine digits." Moreover, this "0" can also be used as an "auxiliary number" in the next deduction. For example, Jie Ge can guess "000001". If the feedback at this time is 0a1b or 1a0b, then it can be determined that "1" is in If the answer exists, if you are lucky, you can directly determine the position of "1".
Of course, after such a standard process. Feng Bujue paid a price of $1,000...
"Hmm..." After taking the paper back, Brother Jue just glanced at it and said. "In the second round, I still bet $1,000."
(The description about pressing the timer will be omitted below, everyone knows that they have it)
"I follow." Mr. Jing followed decisively this time.
Basically, at least in the first fifteen rounds, as long as the guessing party's bidding amount does not change significantly, the questioning party can follow up without thinking.
Because in this game, there is no situation where the guessing party deliberately does not increase the bet in a round that is sure to win. Even if it is known that such behavior will cause the opponent to surrender, the penalty for surrender is definitely higher than one The ante is a lot of money.
"Brother referee. I have a question to confirm here." When Feng Bujue lowered his head to write the second set of numbers, he suddenly spoke with the man in suit and sunglasses next to him.
"Excuse me." The man in the suit also responded immediately.
"About what you just said...'If you are caught cheating. You will be sentenced immediately'..." Then, Feng Bujue said in a calm tone. Asked a surprising question, "Can I understand it as... ‘cheating without being caught on the spot’ is being ‘acquiesced’?"
As soon as he uttered this, the surrounding crowd burst into noise, and Mr. Jing's face under the mask also twitched on the spot.
The reaction of the man in the suit and sunglasses is quite calm: "Yes, since he was not caught on the spot, there is no way to punish him."
Obviously, it is not the first time that he has answered similar questions; the organizer cannot miss the "cheating" part of the doorway, and his "referees" know it well.
"What's a joke!" However, in the next second, Mr. Jing stopped doing it. "If there is no guarantee of justice, what is the use of you referees? Are you standing guard by the side?"
"Sir." The attitude of the man in the suit has not changed. "The'fairness' at the gambling table is inherently relative.'Exiting a thousand' is also part of the strength, not to mention its risk and benefit are directly proportional... once cheating If caught, the journey tonight will be over early." He paused and said, "Furthermore... I never said that the fairness of the duel is not guaranteed. Cheating by grabbing bags on the spot’ can’t be punished. Don’t underestimate those of us who are standing guard..." At this point, his gaze under the sunglasses quietly moved to Brother Jue’s body, and the words were also With a bit of deterrence, "It’s not so easy to cheat under my nose."
"Haha..." Feng Bujue faced the opponent's sight and pressure, but he didn't care. He handed a piece of paper with six "1"s to Mr. Jing, and sent it out for a while. Disturbing laughter.
"Wait! What about cheating methods that...'did not capture the bag on the spot'," but were exposed after the duel? "Wait!" And Mr. Jing was still struggling at this time. The topic just now.
"Ha...hahahaha..." The man in the suit didn't reply yet, so Feng Bujue laughed out first, "Aren't you nonsense? Don't say it's at the gambling table... just talk about the football game. , Have you ever seen a change of judgment after the game?" He said, and took a sip of champagne with the straw inserted into the eye socket of his mask, then said. "For things like cheating by a thousand dollars, if you can't break it down on the spot, you can only say...'The fool is a fool'. If the result can be overturned afterwards, what is the meaning of such a'victory'?"
"Um..." The man in the suit also continued. "Yes, the result of each matchup is ‘absolute’. After all the settlements are completed, we will prove the other party’s cheating. We don’t agree with this behavior."
"Cut..." Mr. Jing screamed, but he didn't have time to get angry, because the time limit for feedback was only 30 seconds, he could only angrily quickly write the words "0a0b" on the paper and handed it back I gave it to Brother Jue.
"Heh... good luck." Feng Bujue saw that his guessing of the second number was completely excluded from the correct answer. Very pleased, "With this kind of start, the answer can be settled in about twenty rounds..."
He pretended to be talking to himself and read the second half of the sentence in a not very loud voice, deliberately letting Mr. Jing hear it.
When Mr. Jing heard this, he was also beating his heart: "Damn boy...what the **** is he going to do? What do you mean by asking the referee just now? Do you want to do something...or simply want Disturb me?"
He was half right. One of Feng Bujue’s purposes for communicating with the referee was to disturb him...
In this game, there are actually very few ways to cheat. If you really want to "make a thousand", you should also do it when the questioner writes the answer. Or just think of a solution directly on the referee who keeps the answer.
Now that the game has started, the guesser just wants to cheat, and there is no effective and feasible method.
So. When Feng Bujue said this, it didn't mean that he wanted to do it. It just created a kind of psychological pressure on the other party that "I might do it."
In addition, this exchange between Jue Ge and the referee has another purpose-to provide other guests with a "thought".
He hopes that through this conversation, the idea of "you can cheat as long as you don't get caught" will be implanted in the minds of the surrounding people, paving the way for the future "layout".
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To make a long story short, in the first ten rounds, Feng Bujue guessed all ten numbers from zero to nine, losing a total of ten thousand dollars.
That's it. Come to the eleventh round.
At this time, Feng Bujue was certain. Among the six numbers written by Mr. Jing, the five numbers 0, 1, 4, 6, and 9 are not included.
In other words. The answer consists of the five numbers 23578; as a six-digit number containing five numbers, one of them is naturally repeated, and this number has also been tried out in the first ten rounds, and I am guessing six At the time of "8", the feedback given by Mr. Jing is 2a0b, which means that the six-digit number contains two "8"s.
So, starting from this round, the core of the guessing solution has changed from "guessing the number" to "guessing the position." Anyway, the answer is definitely the six numbers 235788. Now it's up to see how they are arranged.
"Heh... Did you suddenly feel that solving the problem in the 25th round is not impossible?" This round, Feng Bujue once again used language offensive to harass the opponent after making a bet. .
At this moment, Mr. Jing's face has become very ugly, but fortunately, there is a mask blocking him, so that he will not show his timidity in front of everyone.
It's just that... his short, fat body is so fat and easy to sweat; the sweat that flows from his head and face all the way to the neck is shiny and shiny under the light, as if he has been given him Betrayed...
"Huh... even if you successfully guessed it in the twenty-five rounds? I only bet a thousand on the ante of the'gambling round'." Mr. Jing was still not to be outdone. "Take a step back and talk about it, even if it is forced to surrender, there will be my guessing round in the next round, ha ha..." He forced a dry laugh and continued, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you and give it to me. It provides a good guessing idea."
"Hey..." Feng Bujue shook his head, and let out a pitiful sigh, "It's a third-rate after all..." He shrugged, "'I only lost so much','Return There is the next round'...Holding this idea at the gambling table, but it's very dangerous." He paused for half a second, "Recovered... I have already retreated under the scourge of this idea. Standing on the edge of the cliff; at that time, when faced with the pressure of'one step back is to die', they will usually collapse completely, or they will fight their heads in inexplicable places...this kind of people... …" He snorted coldly. "Huh... it's what we often call "water fish"."
"Less long-winded!" Mr. Jing shouted impatiently, "I follow! Let's start guessing! The eleventh round!"
He can't give in here, but his increasingly tough attitude is actually just to cover up the fact that he has no confidence.
We won't mention the huge gap between Mr. Jing and Jue Ge on the gambling level that is completely incomparable. In terms of calculation alone... Mr. Jing is also quite bad.
Not to mention the calculation of the game of guessing the number itself, that is, the calculation of the stack of chips and the penalty, he has not been able to fully achieve the position...If this kind of person does not lose. That's irrational.
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Twelve minutes have passed, and the game continues.
Also, it has reached the twenty-first round.
The ten rounds of guessing just now have greatly boosted Mr. Jing’s confidence, because by this round, Feng Bujue’s best guess was only 2a4b...
"Ha! Ha ha ha..." Looking at Brother Jue, whose face became more solemn, Mr. Jing couldn't help but smile, "What's wrong? What about the arrogant energy just now?" He raised his head. Sneered, "Say I am a third-rate? What about you? You said it in a consistent way, but I guessed for a long time...it seems to be far from the answer~"
At the same moment, beside the railing on the second floor.
"Huh...what an idiot." The organizer sneered softly, "I don't even know that I'm finished..."
At this time, the two big men in suits beside the organizer have brought him a binoculars and a tablet device that can be connected to all the cameras in the main hall; the organizer can send back a clear picture through that tablet I saw what the two of them wrote on the paper.
"The waste that is not even aware of the existence of the'escape round', actually chose to'receive protection'..." the organizer then said again, "This kind of person really has nothing to excavate except organs. It’s worth it."
"Master." At this time, the man in a suit reminded him, "I think this'Mr. Yan' can only choose to'accept protection', because what he faces outside is not simply debt, but prison. Disaster."
A man in a suit also added: “Mr. Yan’s superior is a felon of corruption who has only recently been investigated. As one of the people on'that line', he has a lot of oil and water. Now, he urgently needs it. A sum of money to manage the relationship. Buy yourself a result of a'transfer penalty'. Otherwise...you have to go to jail."
"So it's...bureaucrat." The organizer put his cheek in one hand and put down the tablet in his hand. "It's not easy to do..." His thinking has jumped to other places, "Look at what he looks like. ...80% of the liver and stomach are not eligible for transplantation, which is a six-figure loss..."
Not to mention the amount that the organizer calculated on it, let's look back at the gaming table.
Faced with Mr. Jing’s provocation, Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds, and then said something that surprised the other party: "This round I will put all the rest. Eighty thousand."
At this moment, many people in the crowd gasped.
Mr. Jing's proud state is instantly frozen. It became an inexplicable embarrassment.
"Wh...what?" Mr. Jing responded two seconds later. "So far, you who have only guessed 2a at most..."
"That's normal." Feng Bujue interrupted the opponent. "Take your number as an example. It's not too difficult to figure out how many permutations and combinations there are. (Note: Because you can't type here The corner mark can only be typed in this way.) The idea of c16*a55-c26*a44 or a shortcut such as a66/2 will do...Anyway, the answer is 360 possibilities; the difficulty lies in...how to get rid of the 359 kinds of no The right combination. With such a large base, even if there is a hint of'a few a few b', it is still difficult to try the correct answer in ten rounds. To put it bluntly... it still depends on a little bit of'luck' '."
He paused for a few seconds: "Of course, if you can understand my guessing ideas, then you should have noticed... As early as three rounds ago, I was very close to the answer; at this time, yes. People who know enough about the'rules'... or say... those who have seen through the meaning of'the few rounds' still have a chance to make up for their losses. However... you are obviously not that kind of person."
"What are you talking about? What are the'those rounds'? Isn't the rules clear?" Mr. Jing panicked, no matter how sluggish his feelings, Feng Bujue's aura of winning is already It was conveyed strongly.
"I chose the number'twenty-five rounds' when I was betting on the round~IndoMTL.com~, but your reaction means that you don't know the meaning of this round." Feng Bujue's words continued "At this moment...I have confirmed your level." He spread his hands and said with a chuckle, "Generally speaking... You don't even know how to play this game. This... You don't even know how to play this game. I gave up the chance of "escape" for "the few rounds", and the state of being completely at a loss for my guessing thoughts... It is also evident."
Speaking of this, Feng Bujue drank all the champagne in the glass, then paused and said: "Okay, don't froze, it's almost a minute."
"Huh? Ah!" In panic, Mr. Jing's decision was in the last five seconds.
When he looked at the timer, there was still a muddle in his mind: "What the **** this kid is talking about...I don't understand! Is it a bluff... If it's a bluff, then just bite my teeth here. I can kill him directly, but in case..."
"Three...two..." On the other hand, Feng Bujue laughed and counted down loudly.
"I! I..." Mr. Jing closed his eyes and pressed the timer abruptly. At the same time, he exclaimed, "I surrender!" (To be continued.)