Chapter 2584 2596 [The Terrible Power of Mao Lilan] Request for monthly ticket ()
"Is that so?" Jiang Xia did not stop him. Instead, before Conan could react, he naturally led him in. "Since we're here, I'll take a look too."
This mahjong hall is not a formal one. In comparison, it looks more like a stall set up casually among neighbors.
The house was noisy and chaotic. Maori Kogoro played two rounds of mahjong before he suddenly noticed two more people behind him.
"What are you two doing here?" Maori Kogoro muttered as he looked at his mess of cards. "Really? You've messed up my luck with the cards. Look, I'm missing a card here and there. How can I play this?"
Jiang Xia held his chin up and looked at his cards: "Play five bamboos, and when someone plays one bamboo, you win."
The opponent froze while playing mahjong. He held the bamboo stick he had just touched in the previous round and said, "How did you know I was going to play this?"
His first reaction was that someone had peeked at the cards, but when he thought rationally, if he remembered correctly, Jiang Xia and Conan were already sitting behind Mouri Kogoro before the game of mahjong started, so there was no chance for them to peek at all.
Jiang Xia corrected: "It's not that I know you're going to play it, it's just that the chance of a barrel appearing next is very high."
"Remove five bamboos and add one bamboo..." Maori Kogoro stared at his cards, pondered carefully, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this a pure suit plus eight tai! Haha, I actually played this kind of Hu, let me calculate how much I can win this time!"
"Wait, you haven't played yet!" The opponent was immediately alert, with a look of fear on his face, "It doesn't count, this one doesn't count!"
"..." Maori Kogoro remembered that he really didn't want to play the five-tube just now, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty, "Okay, I'll let you go this time, and start the next one!"
Unexpectedly, the opponent stretched, pushed down the cards in front of him and stood up: "Oh, my luck is too bad today, I keep hitting the cannon - I don't want to play anymore. I just have something else to do, so I have to leave first."
Besides his bad luck, he certainly had other thoughts.
"Although the big loss just now was nipped in the bud, if there is another hand like this..." The opponent turned around and walked out of the store without any reluctance, muttering to himself, "Think about it carefully, with the brain of a famous detective, remembering and counting cards is a piece of cake. If I continue to stay here tonight, I don't know how much I will lose - run! I must run away decisively!"
He walked very smoothly, but the remaining three were dumbfounded: "Three are missing one, what should we do?"
Jiang Xia modestly offered a helping hand: "Not as good as me..."
Maori Kogoro remembered what he had just done and interrupted him: "Minors are not allowed to enter the mahjong hall. We are already showing leniency by letting you in to watch - but you are not allowed to play. Sit here!"
After that, he came closer and whispered stealthily, "If you win, I'll treat you to a drink at the pub... uh, juice!"
Jiang Xia: “…”
The other two didn't want to lose either, so they also had no intention of letting him sit at the table.
After thinking for a while, the dealer of the previous hand scratched his head and asked for the opinions of his two poker friends: "Why not ask Fuyuki to come over?"
Maori Kogoro didn't recognize this person: "Fuyuki?"
The poker player nodded and pointed out the window. Opposite was a grand single-family house, with a few large characters on the second-floor window: "Fuyumu Finance".
"It's the guy who runs a financial company across the street." The poker player laughed, "He loves playing mahjong. He said he really likes the feeling of playing a game of wits and courage."
…
Opposite, a brightly lit financial office.
Ryuzaburo Fuyuki sat alone in his office, happily counting the money he had lost and found.
"Humph, he's just a poor fellow after all. He has no idea of my wealth, but he still said he wanted to squeeze every last bit of my wealth out of me, and in the end he just gave me 20 million."
Thinking of this, he sneered: "But if he really succeeds, then in the future, that guy will definitely come to ask for more, which is really unpleasant to think about... I have to thank the detective for this.
"Haha, come to think of it, the self-proclaimed righteous detective had to help a villain like me in the end. I really want to see if that little detective will regret it so much that he can't sleep tonight."
I was counting money and complaining in my heart when suddenly, the landline next to me rang.
Fuyuki Ryuzaburo picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"
"Brother Fuyuki? You're still in the office, right?" the person on the other end of the phone asked enthusiastically, "What's that sound?"
As he spoke, a crisp collision sound came from the receiver: "3 is missing 1, are you coming?"
Fuyuki Ryuzaburo was delighted: "Of course! But you have to wait for me to put the money into the vault first... huh?"
After a pause, his voice suddenly became urgent: "You guys play a round first, I'll be there soon!"
Having said that, he hung up the phone with a click.
…
In the mahjong hall.
The poker player put down his phone helplessly: "He is such a busy man."
Maori Kogoro: "He's not coming?"
The poker player shook his head: "Come on, but you have to wait a little longer."
Conan looked at the cards on the table, and was also eager to make a move: "You don't want to play with Brother Jiang Xia, then I, a little kid, can always play - no gambling chips, just playing casually, is that okay?"
"No."
Before his fellow card players could say anything, a female voice floated faintly from the side.
Kogoro Mouri and Conan were startled at the same time and turned their heads suddenly, only to see a high school girl appear behind them.
Mao Lilan stood by the table with a smile, and clicked her slender fingers: "I was wondering why you disappeared when I went to buy some vegetables. It turns out you ran to a place like this - get back here right away!"
While picking up Conan, she turned to Jiang Xia curiously: "Why are you in the mahjong parlor? Do you have a commission?"
Conan: "......?" We are all detectives, but they are treated differently! Are elementary school detectives not detectives? I am the one who is really here to do the real work!
At this time, the card players next to her looked at Mao Lilan and their eyes lit up.
"Xiao Lan." The poker player cleared his throat and acted like a kind uncle:
"We are just short of one person. How about this? You help fill in the gap first, and your dad will be responsible for any wins or losses. How about that? - You don't have to play for too long, just half an hour, until the person we invited comes over."
——If you can’t beat the famous detective, how can you beat a cute high school girl?
Mao Lilan looked at these familiar neighbors and couldn't refuse. She hesitated and said, "It really only takes half an hour?"
The poker friends nodded happily: "Yeah!"
"Okay then." Mao Lilan sighed and sat down at the table. "Just play for a short while."
Jiang Xia: “…”
Conan: “…”
…
After a handful.
Mao Lilan's voices continued to sound.
"Which card should I play? None of them are easy to break... What? I call this self-drawing?"
…
"Hmm...Jiang Xia, help me check this, is it right?"
…
"Ah, the card you played is exactly what I need, I win!"
…
"I wanted to try a new method according to the guide I just searched, but I didn't expect it to work in one try. Haha - is this called the Big Three? And the words are the same color."
After N times.
The two poker players looked haggard: “…”
(End of this chapter)
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