After turning the paper over and over and studying it carefully three or four times, the two were sure that they had at least not violated the rules written on the paper.
The reason is that they haven't encountered the things written on the paper yet. For example, the "rock sugar" being sold, the administrator who is not at the counter or in the leisure area, and the person holding boiled water. As for the "people who obviously don't belong here" mentioned in the first item, they don't seem to fit the description either, because judging from the results, these two "hidden dangers" were not solved by the "administrator" in time.
At the moment, it seems that they still have to find the rules that truly belong to the casino in order to allow this "Escape Room" game to proceed normally.
But now they can't even figure out how to get out of this mahjong tile, which is the key problem that makes the two of them headache. If there is no way to get out of here, everything else is just empty talk.
But when the two of them were resting, they also remembered one thing. Whether they were in the office or the restaurant, as long as they were in the "game", no matter how fast the time flowed in the game, it was just a blink of an eye for people outside, and time could even flow backwards. In this way, the two of them could relax a little bit on Zhang Wanqiao and the others, not worrying about making them wait too long, and then concentrate all their energy on dealing with the troubles they encountered.
Mingqiao looked at his work badge again and even looked at the RMB note several times, but found no other clues.
Shi Xin was still groping around the mahjong tile, trying to find a breakthrough.
However, as time went on, they still gained nothing.
Shi Xin was so hungry that his eyes were dark and his stomach was growling. He sat cross-legged next to Ming Qiao and said with little strength, "Teacher Ming, you were really good at scolding me just now. I always felt that those words were not said by you, but by my former head teacher. You scolded me so hard that I couldn't help but bow my head and start to reflect on myself."
"I learned this from the old teachers in school. It's very effective to bluff students." Mingqiao himself found it incredible: "This is the first time I've said such a thing. I always thought it was moral kidnapping, and teachers would only use parents to suppress students. But then I thought, at this age, the only people who can be related to them are parents, classmates and friends. Even if a child has no friends, he or she always has parents, and the closest parents are parents. Most children nowadays have a strong sense of morality. To put it bluntly, they don't want to let down their parents. Therefore, only by hitting the soft spot can you catch them. I don't quite agree with this education method, but if there is a child who can listen to it and change because of it, it would not be a good thing."
Shi Xin chuckled a few times: "But in fact, I am the kind of person who will not change. When I was in school, every time I heard such words, I would only reflect on them for a day at most. When I opened my eyes the next morning, I would forget them again."
Mingqiao blinked at him twice briskly: "I was like this when I was in school. At that time, speeches by those who claimed to be education experts were very popular. Every time, they would invite students and parents to listen together. While speaking tear-jerking words of gratitude to parents, they would sell their own education books. Each book was not cheap, about two or three hundred yuan. Anyway, it was fine to cry on the spot, but buying books would be a bit of an IQ tax."
"There were also such lectures when I was in school." Shi Xin quickly followed.
"We are only four years apart in age, there's not that big of a generation gap, so why should you take it as a big deal?" Ming Qiao laughed: "Do you think I'm forty years older than you?"
"No," Shi Xin touched his nose awkwardly, "but I do feel that you are much older than me. Maybe it's because your status as a teacher is too overwhelming. When I first saw you, I thought you were about the same age as me or even younger than me."
Ming Qiao smiled and shook his head: "I think I may look old but my heart is young. After all, parents will have some distrust of young teachers."
"Have you ever encountered this?" Shi Xin asked, "The kind of parents who make things difficult for teachers because they think they are young."
"Qin Xue's mother probably belongs to the category you are talking about." Ming Qiao was a little helpless when he thought about it: "I came to the school last September and started teaching Qin Xue and his class from the first grade. On the first day of school, most parents would come to visit the school and check out what kind of teachers their children would have for the next three years. When I said on the podium that I was teaching history to their class, Qin Xue's mother stood up and interrupted me, and asked to change the teacher for her child."
"Then what?"
"Of course not." Mingqiao continued, "But I thought at the time that I had a good resume and some achievements in academic research, so I told Qin Xue's mother about it, but she refused to accept it. Later, the head teacher couldn't stand it anymore and insisted that she change Qin Xue's class herself, which put an end to the farce. Later, Qin Xue's history grades were good, and the history grades of my class were generally among the top in the grade, so Qin Xue's mother had nothing to say anymore."
“You are really amazing.”
Ming Qiao curled his lips, "Although I really want to be humble and politely tell you that I still need to work hard, but I do think I am very good."
Shi Xin was also happy for Ming Qiao from the bottom of his heart. He said, "If I get out, I want to apply for an interview about teachers. Can you help me then?"
"Of course, you're welcome." Ming Qiao said, "I can also introduce you to more excellent teachers, so feel free to come."
"I've had a good rest." Shi Xin stretched, patted his butt and sat up from the ground: "Teacher Ming, thank you for your spiritual food. I'm not hungry now. I'm full of energy. I want to continue looking. I don't believe we can't get out."
Mingqiao was about to stand up and join him when he felt a shaking sensation under his feet. If he hadn't held onto the wall, he would have stumbled and fallen to the ground.
"What's going on?" Shi Xin quickly stood up against the wall. The turbulence continued, and he could clearly feel that the position of the mahjong was moving rapidly, and it was getting more and more intense.
Mingqiao looked at him in panic: "Has this mahjong become the mahjong on the real table?"
"Were we being 'played'?"
"Yes." Mingqiao nodded heavily: "Also, this mahjong has become transparent."
Shi Xin was startled and quickly looked at the wall he was holding on to.
Just as Mingqiao said, the originally completely white wall was gradually becoming transparent, and one could even vaguely see the green tablecloth of the mahjong table at feet through the wall.
"What kind of playing style is this?" Ming Qiao asked, "There is also transparent mahjong? Isn't this the same as showing the cards?"
"Yes." Shi Xin said, "Three of the four cards in each type are transparent. The specific rules are similar to ordinary mahjong, but it is more brain-teasing to play."
Before he could finish his words, the piece of mahjong they were on was pushed over again. Mingqiao and Shixin fell heavily to the ground, but before they could stand up again, they felt dizzy.
They could only follow the ups and downs of the mahjong tile, bumping into walls everywhere, and it took a while before they finally stopped.
Mingqiao felt dizzy and uncomfortable. The dizziness that lasted for a long time made him feel uncomfortable all over.
He finally calmed down, but Shi Xin grabbed his shoulders and shook him awake.
"Mr. Ming, I have two things to ask."
At this time, their mahjong had become completely transparent, with only the black "South" character left facing downwards, and a transparent "Wu Wan" on top. All the mahjong pieces were neatly stacked on the four sides of the table, and a strong light shone down from the top of the mahjong table, but except for the area of the mahjong table, the rest of the place was pitch black.
Mingqiao couldn't help but sigh that Shi Xin was three years younger and was different. When he heard what Shi Xin had to say, he rubbed his head and sat down.
"The first thing is, we can't hear anything outside."
"Yeah." Ming Qiao nodded. "Isolate the sound, just like we did in the restaurant. Otherwise, the ping-pong sounds of shuffling and stacking the cards would definitely shatter our eardrums."
"The second thing is, there are people in other mahjong games." Shi Xin said anxiously, "And many of them are wearing school uniforms."
Wearing school uniform only means that you are a student of No. 1 Middle School.
Mingqiao felt cold sweat on his back. He counted and found that there were about ten mahjong tiles with people on them. The people inside were indeed wearing school uniforms, but none of them were awake. They were all lying at the bottom of the mahjong tiles with their eyes closed. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
He did think that there would be students trapped here, but he never expected that so many people would be involved in this weird game, and there were so many immature children.
Mingqiao clenched his fists tightly, and finally let them hang limply at both sides of his body.
Why.
At least don't harm these children.
His eyes were red, but he was powerless. He couldn't even escape from here, let alone save others.
It was the first time that Shi Xin saw Ming Qiao explode so thoroughly.
In fact, before, whether it was Wang Dada, Qin Xue or Deng Ya, Mingqiao could be considered normal, because these students could appear in front of Mingqiao alive and kicking, they were not affected much by the game, at least they were still healthy physically and mentally. But since knowing that Wang Lu was swallowed by the acid water in the field, it was basically confirmed that he was dead, Mingqiao would show this expression intentionally or unintentionally - resentment, anger, worry and self-blame.
He didn't know how to comfort Mingqiao, and it seemed that nothing he said would work at this moment.
"We have to start with mahjong." Mingqiao suddenly said, "Mahjong emphasizes pairs, straights, touches, and gangs. These are the most basic elements of winning a hand, right?"
"Yes." Shi Xin responded.
Mingqiao's voice trembled a little: "Could it be Candy Crush?"
Shi Xin understood what he meant instantly.
There is no exit in mahjong. This is the conclusion they came to after checking countless times. Since conventional methods cannot be used, they can only consider unconventional ones.
Mingqiao immediately thought of Candy Crush Saga. He was playing this mobile game at the time and had played it to more than 4,000 levels. Among them, the ice-breaking mode made him grit his teeth the most.
The situation is similar now.
The little animals are trapped in the transparent ice. You can rescue them by finding the same little animals and putting them together.
"We have to go out first." Mingqiao said.
"How?"
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