Infinite spooky game

Chapter 1 Weird Game Invitation
(The story told in this article takes place in an overhead world, and all people, places, and things have nothing to do with reality)
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The smell of blood is exciting.

Sis stood in front of the bathtub and took a deep breath, letting the bloody smell mixed with formalin fill his lungs.

He held the scalpel, and the thin calluses of his fingertips gently scratched the blade, wiping away the blood on the side of the blade.

His eyes fell on the half-disposed body in the bathtub.

He didn't kill people, but he did die in his studio, and his fingerprints were still on his body.Of course, there are also scalpels.

[You are involved in a trouble, only the power of high dimensions can help you get out]

[Are you willing to become a player and enter the weird game? 】

The voice was asking him again.

Zis raised his eyebrows slightly.

……

Half an hour ago.

Qisi, as usual, nestled in his studio and inspected the collection.

The studio is located in a warehouse in a secluded suburb. If nothing else, he can fish out a beautiful animal carcass from formalin, slowly process it by taxidermy or dipping, and enjoy it alone without any interruption. A wonderful time.

But the accident still happened.

Someone kicked open the warehouse door and walked in.

It was a dusty man, probably here to rob.He skillfully drew out his gun and gave orders in a harsh tone: "Don't move! Put your hands up and squat down!"

Three simple and rude instructions convinced Ziss that the man was the kind of person he hated and deserved to be chopped up and fed to pigs.

However, after weighing the pros and cons, he still raised his hands and squatted to the wall consciously and quickly.

——He hates trouble more than people with bad manners.

Not long ago, he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and the doctor said he would have no more than three years left.

Compared with his peers who still have at least 60 years of good time to squander, his time has instantly increased by [-] times, and every second of wasted time makes him feel deeply distressed.

Therefore, at this moment, he just hoped that the man would take the money and get out quickly, so as not to waste the rest of his precious life.

"Don't try to play tricks!" The man warned viciously, after realizing that Qi Si was squatting obediently, he seemed to let go of his guard, turned and went straight to the room deep in the studio.

There was no pressing question about the location of the property, which was somewhat beyond Qisi's expectation.

At this moment, he belatedly remembered that there were some unusual collections in the studio room, the kind that would definitely scare people into calling the police.

Once the man sees those things and then leaves, I'm afraid it will be more troublesome.

Qisi was caught in a tangle, and then he heard the man gasp, and the sound was louder and louder, like an old hair dryer that had been smashed.

Qisi stood up and smoothly closed the warehouse door that had been kicked open.Fortunately, this door was already in tatters, and even if it was violently broken open once, there would be nothing unusual about it.

He locked the door and walked towards the man who was deep in the studio. He saw the man lying on the ground twitching, looking like he had an asthma attack and was about to die at any time.

This disease is just right, well-informed and full of absurdism and drama.

Qi Si couldn't help laughing, he tilted his head and thought for a moment, then kindly took the man's leg and swung it to the corner of the wall, putting him in a sitting position so as not to stain the wider floor.

"Medicine...medicine..." The other party stared, struggling like a fish out of water, and let out a breathless moan, "In his pocket..."

Keith bent down, reached into the man's trouser pocket, and turned out the contents——

A white vial and a black metal card.

Zeiss raised the vial to his eyes and began... to look for the production date.

After he finally read all the production date and expiration date, the man died with his eyes wide open.

He casually threw the medicine bottle into the corner, and then dragged the man's body into the bathtub next to the workbench.

It can be seen from the thin calluses on the fingertips of this guy's right hand that he has most likely undergone long-term professional training, and no matter how bad he is, he is definitely not a rookie with a hot head.

Coupled with the gravel-studded shoe soles, mud-stained line socks, and torn trouser legs, he seemed to be avoiding something in a panic. He probably didn't enter this studio for robbery, but to step into the blind spot of surveillance. Houshan continued to flee.

Things that can make this kind of desperado fear are more likely to be more troublesome. If you have a keen sense of smell, you may soon follow the man to find him.

Well, if you deal with the corpse a little bit, mix it in the collection, and then find an opportunity to change hands three or four times, the trouble will almost be eliminated.

Keith picked up a scalpel and made a few incisions on the artery of the corpse to let the blood out. When the bleeding was almost complete, he used a hose to introduce formalin from a jar on the side.

——just like taxidermy used to be.

……

[The death of the contracted player was detected, and the nearby qualified humans are being screened]

The ethereal electronic sound seemed to come from outside the sky, enveloping Qi Si from all directions.

That voice penetrates through every hole and has nowhere to hide, it seems to entangle people from the inside out.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qis always felt that the voice had a sense of impatience, as if he had been planning for a long time and had been waiting for a long time.

He frowned slightly, suppressed his rambling thoughts, and carefully moved his eyes to observe his surroundings.

I saw the black metal card on the ground that was pulled out of the man's pocket, glowing white, slowly flying up, and hovering at eye level with him.

Written on it are seven large silver-white characters——

[Weird Game Invitation].

Weird game?What's this?
Qisi's eyes lingered on the unfamiliar noun.

As if aware of his doubts, in the next second, countless non-narrative information entered his mind directly.

Weird game, created by an existence called "rules", screens qualified players from all over the world, invests in dungeons full of weirdness and strange stories, explores puzzles, and completes tasks.

This is a deadly game full of scary ghosts. If you fail the mission or die in the copy, the player's existence in the real world will also be erased.

But dangers and opportunities coexist.Players who successfully pass the copy can get a lot of points; as long as they have enough points, they can realize any wish.

Zeiss is willing to believe in the authenticity of this information. After all, with current technology, it is impossible to directly pour information into human minds, unless it is a god.

[You are involved in a trouble, only the power of high dimensions can help you get out]

[Are you willing to become a player and enter the weird game? 】

Two lines of text appeared in the void in front of him.

Chiss looked down at the body in the bathtub, his expression unchanged: "This is not an insurmountable problem for me. I only have three years to live. It doesn't make any difference whether I live in prison or in the hospital."

He paused for a moment, then asked casually, "Can you cure me?"

[In the weird game, you can get everything you want, wealth, power, health... everything]

[And what you need to face and overcome is only the fear of the weird]

The silver-white text is persuasive and seductive, like a devil on a trading table, and the temptation is obvious.

Qi Si sneered, and asked calmly: "How many points do I need to cure my illness? How many dungeons do I need to enter?"

[Sign the contract and you will know it when the time comes]

[Are you willing to sign a contract and become a player? 】

Qi Si squinted his eyes, thinking that taking a little risk in the next three years to fight for a 60-year lifespan is not too bad, and even a little bit profitable.

The conditions are too good, like a trap and a scam.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, any ending is better than a boring death like death from illness.

Moreover, "weird games" and "horror copies" sound very interesting.

All the weighing was over in a second, and Qi Si replied with a smile: "I do."

[The contract has been signed, and the player information has been loaded]

[Copy loading... Loading completed]

　Finally passed the trial/cry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)