The game coins were thrown into the matchmaker. Peng Cheng hadn't played this for a while. Now his son had no match, so he started playing alone. When he was young, he always played this thing well. Fortunately, over the years, the machine has not changed at all. It was just a cover in the game hall, so there was no need to upgrade. Now, although he has a little bit of hands and is still playing well, Peng Cheng chose a person who looks the most like him. Although he has no intention, he still started playing.

This game is too simple. The skills I have learned over the years do not need to be too focused. The cartoon music floating upstairs is so distracting. He felt that it wasn't right on his hands, like he was wearing a glove. The game was really interesting.

So many people upstairs lost, they all lost, the young man was very sorry, he sighed, mixed emotions. He seemed a little angry when he watched others go upstairs, but fortunately, there were always people coming downstairs, what's going on? Sister Luo's son also came down, Peng Cheng took a look, as if he had seen everyone who had just passed by, and he had never missed everyone. Those people looked so naughty, and they were worthy of coming out of gambling. Damn, this game is broken, why is this person not dead? Peng Cheng cursed and knocked on the machine hard, but he really couldn't play anymore. He threw down the character who looked like him and was beaten, and went straight to the second floor again.

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Going to the second floor, there were so many people that it was a bit unreasonable. They surrounded them layer by layer, and they were afraid that they would not be able to see the anchor machine. Peng Cheng stood at the entrance of the stairs, but he was reluctant to leave. After turning his face, he found that there were fishing machines on the corner of the second floor that were rarely touched. The design was extremely exquisite. There was a circle of seats around him, and the machine was embedded in a fish-shaped platform core in the middle. It was quite clean. It was basically there.

In short, he wanted to stay here and he had less thoughts. Peng Cheng squeezed over, and he had never touched it before. He always headed straight to the anchor machine. Anyway, after buying ten coins for fifty yuan, it was no longer enough to sell. He really didn't want to play. He still had nine coins in his hand. I think the only thing he could do on the second floor was afraid that it would be this fishing machine, so he threw the remaining coins in.

A sister in her forties sat next to the fishing machine, with a lazy and fat body wrapped in a black modal shirt. Her fat flesh was about to emerge, and she squeezed out one round bag after another from her clothes. She leaned against the table with her arm on the screen of the fishing machine. The colorful fish swam past under her thin white arms, holding a plastic coin box in her hand. The coins inside were almost twenty yuan, a thin layer, and the other hand focused on putting coins into the fishing machine. Her right hand kept slapping the launch button for a moment, without aiming, just in one direction, endlessly firing, a very generous way of playing.

This was enviable. Peng Cheng suddenly felt that the nine coins in his hand had no value. He still held them carefully in his hand and instead made people look at the shabby joke. He stuffed them into the machine casually. After clicking them twice, the nine coins were gone.

In vain, the fat elder sister looked at Peng Cheng with a squint eyes. Before she even finished throwing the coins in the box, she ended up here. The elder sister threw the coins again with expressionless face. She looked so disdainful. Her mouth was so eye-catching. She would definitely remember it at first sight. What she could never forget was that her thick lips were drawn from American cartoons, accounting for almost one-third of her face. The crimson lip line must have been that Wen had gone up in the early years. It was so red that she was so red, so lifeless, and she looked at each other violently. Peng Cheng subconsciously turned backwards. Why did he look so ugly?

Thirty minutes later, the eldest sister paid a total of 800 yuan. The young man kept staring at her and remembering it for her. The money was not left in the fishing machine. The eldest sister's fingers and nails were red, and almost every stroke was cut into the button on the machine, but the money on the counter still flowed thousands of miles away, and she never looked back.

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If Peng Cheng could not believe it five days ago, he had always firmly believed that playing with the player is playing with the player, and the dealer only took the money for money. He firmly believed in this theory, so he never got on the machine alone, but in the past two days, Peng Cheng has been thinking about a problem.

This is a question of angle. This brand new angle seems to have a wall for him, and finally made him figure it out. The cat machine may not be playing this theory, and it may not be able to think so much. Maybe it just has a fixed node, and it may be possible to change the way of playing when you reach a node. If this is the case, then the cat machine will be simple. Such calculations do not even require any computers. As long as a simple binary instruction, the game hall can keep the profits and not lose money. In the end, it may have nothing to do with the players at all.

This is a that he came up with after challenging the small refrigerator alone that day and finally won the barbecue money. For several days, he has been watching others play, thinking hard to verify this theory. Everyone who plays is Waterloo recently, and only he won the money that day, but that day, there was no one around him, and there was no one on the entire second floor, but he and the refrigerator, he only played with the refrigerator, and there were no players.

This discovery made Peng Cheng even more and more excited. So many people lost money, so many people. Peng Cheng had a premonition that the elder sister was at this node now. When she paid 800 and stopped paying for the money, the fishing machine had no turn around and ate at least 800. Peng Cheng felt that his dawn had come, so he turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, rushed to the stairs, ran out of the dark field in three or two steps, and called Beibei.

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"My wife, daughter-in-law, please give me some money!" Peng Cheng was so anxious that he couldn't speak smoothly. His mind was as fragmented as his mouth.

"What are you asking for money? Are you playing money again?" Beibei never thought that such a shocking shout was coming. Although she was angry, she did not dare to scold him harshly. When she answered the phone, she was still happy. They had just had dinner together at noon. He was so considerate and gentle that he could only take care of her little princess-like hope. He would be satisfied and not laugh at her. He just said that the play was a lie, and it was all good just now, so good that she hadn't come back to her senses. Why is it now...

"Oh! Now isn't the time to say this. I owe someone else's money. Please give me some first!" The young man was angry. He was too anxious. The business opportunity was fleeting! His anxiety in his heart could not tolerate him continuing to talk to Beibei Moji, but the good girl was confused when she heard it. Why did she owe someone money? He didn't mention a word while eating, and now he owes money.

Beibei subconsciously reacted and thought that it was Peng Cheng lying. She asked casually: "Why do you owe someone money again?" As if she was convinced that Peng Cheng would not be able to find a reasonable explanation to fulfill his lie.

"Oh, I'll fuck!" There was a vague murmur on the phone, as if cursing on his lips. He took a deep breath. "Babe, I'm in a hurry, you hurry up."

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Sure enough, there was no explanation. Hurry up, he wanted to hurry up, Beibei couldn't help but get angry. She couldn't help but not say it, but at the same time she knew it was useless to say it. He heard Peng Cheng's tone, he had to ask for this money. No matter how she could not stop him from asking for it on the verge of crazy demands, or even getting angry. So she stopped the scolding in her words and eased it a little, "Cheng Cheng, why did you tell me?"

Peng Cheng tried hard to control his emotions, took a deep breath, and suppressed the impulse to explode. The sound was so loud that Beibei listened to it, and almost blurted out his timid words. Every time this was the time when Beibei was most afraid, she couldn't be sure what Peng Cheng would do next. He was no longer gentle, like a bad man, and was about to scream. She still remembered his crazy look, and then he also spoke in this way before.
Chapter completed!