"I see." Jiang Xia did not stop him. Instead, before Conan could react, he naturally followed him inside. "Since we're already here, I'll take a look too."
This Mahjong Parlor was not particularly legitimate. Rather than a proper establishment, it seemed more like a casual setup run by the neighborhood residents.
Its management was therefore lax as well. The room was noisy and disorderly. It was only after Mouri Kogoro had played two rounds that he suddenly noticed the two people behind him.
"What are you two doing here?" Mouri Kogoro looked at his messy hand and muttered, "Honestly, you've ruined my luck—look at this, I'm missing one tile here and another there. How am I supposed to play?"
Jiang Xia rested his chin on his hand and looked at the tiles. "Discard the Five Circles. Once someone discards the One Circles, you'll win."
The player opposite him froze mid-fidget, clutching the One Circles he had drawn last round. "How did you know I was going to discard this?!"
His first thought was that someone had peeked at his tiles, but on rational reflection, Jiang Xia and Conan had already been sitting behind Mouri Kogoro before this round began. They had no chance to peek.
Jiang Xia corrected him, "It's not that I knew you would discard it. It's just very likely that a One Circles will appear next."
"Remove the Five Circles and add a One Circles..." Mouri Kogoro stared at his tiles and thought it over carefully. Then he suddenly cried out in delight, "Isn't this a Pure Color plus eight han? Hahaha, I actually got a hand like this! Let me calculate how much I can win this round!"
"Wait, you haven't even discarded yet!" The player opposite him immediately became alert, his face filled with lingering