Infinite spooky game

Chapter 106: Shuangxi Town ([-]) The Man in the Well

The pale moonlight fell in the sky like white silk, and twisted shadows formed on the ground.

Shang Qingbei watched helplessly as his shadow was entangled with the woman's shadow, like two masses of ink mixed together, and a crooked upper body grew out of the original figure.

There was a huge force tearing at him, as if trying to tear off several pieces of his flesh.He was pulled so hard that his whole body ached, and he struggled wildly trying to get rid of the invisible claws.

There is no body, nothing. It seems to be just an unfounded imagination after he was trapped in a nightmare. It has never existed, and naturally he cannot get rid of it.

Shang Qingbei looked at the young man in front of him grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears. A strange smile appeared on this face, which forced him to detect the meaning of sarcasm and joking.

Although he knew that the other party was probably an illusion created by weirdness, but thinking of the taunts he heard along the way, and the combination of old and new hatreds, Shang Qingbei suddenly gained courage.

Gritting his teeth, he raised the dictionary in his hand high and smashed it into the young man's face.

The heavy dictionary was dropped without sparing any effort, but it did not touch the ground.

Unable to contain his strength for a moment, Shang Qingbei almost stumbled and fell forward to gnaw on the mud.

He shook his arms and stood up straight. When he came back to his senses, there was no shadow of the young man in front of him, only a small man made of paper fell lightly to the ground.

The paper man was about the same size as a doll, and was pale from face to feet. Only the black hair was tied around the back of his head. With the two black eyes on his face, he looked sinister and malicious. .

The tearing feeling on his body disappeared, and there was only one shadow left on the ground, solitary and without any sign of ghosts.

If the residual pain wasn't still vivid, Shang Qingbei might have thought that everything he experienced just now was just a nightmare or hallucination.

The fear has not subsided, and the crisis has been temporarily put on hold, leaving a feeling of emptiness and confusion. It is as if the whole person has been hollowed out from the inside out, leaving only a thin layer of skin hanging high on the beam behind the door. The moment I opened the door, I was blown around by the wind outside.

Shang Qingbei took a breath and pulled out a black ballpoint pen from the dictionary.

[Name: Reading Pen]

【Type: Prop】

[Effect: After touching the weirdness with the tip of the pen, you can get some information related to the weirdness]

[Remarks: The weird game card reading pen will not click anywhere]

This is the reward item he got in the third copy.In the eyes of others, this prop is very useless and has little effect on improving force value and survival probability, but he doesn't think so.

Information is the most valuable thing in puzzle games. If you can obtain more accurate information with lower risks, you can deal with emergencies more calmly and gain an advantage in the amount of information in the game.

If society wants to maintain peace and stability, it is bound to make most people short-sighted and allow a few people to grasp the truth at the core of the rules.

Shang Qingbei firmly believes in this, and also firmly believes that he is an intellectual player and is among the "few people" who master the truth.

He remained calm, bent down, and touched the paper figure lying quietly on the ground with the tip of his pen.

New text appeared on the system interface:
[Name: Guide Paper Man]

[Remarks: Hold a green lantern, take the yin path, lead the soul back, forget the river crossing]

"What does this mean? If I really followed it just now, according to the settings of this dungeon, I should be dead, right?" Shang Qingbei murmured to himself, with chills running down his spine and feeling scared.

He slowly squatted down next to the paper man, trying to see more clearly, but the picture in front of him was like a paint bucket mixed with oil paint, twisted into a whirlpool, spinning rapidly, spinning more and more The sooner...

Shang Qingbei felt something push him.

He sat up suddenly from the bed, breathing heavily.

In front of him was a familiar wooden window, which was the one in the wing; through the moonlight leaking in from the window, he could still see the wooden table under the window sill.

The snoring in his ears was loud, and when he turned his head, he could see Du Xiaoyu's face, which was asleep and drooling.

Those things that just happened...were they all just a dream?

The chill lingered on his body for a long time. Shang Qingbei was stunned and subconsciously stroked his arms covered with goosebumps.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure on the empty bed on the left, and he felt that the blood in his body was frozen into ice.

It was a bride in a red wedding dress. She was putting her green-black index finger between her lips and saying, "Xi'er is afraid... Xi'er hides for a while..."

……

In the private room, Qisi sat beside the bed, fiddling with his mobile phone, watching the time change minute by minute from two o'clock in the morning until four o'clock in the morning.

He put the hand with the destiny pocket watch on his knee, glanced at it from time to time, and compared it with the time displayed on his phone.

Fortunately, the time flow rate in this copy is generally the same as the objective time displayed by the Destiny Pocket Watch; the time back function can be used, and the trouble of calculating time is saved.

The phone was on for a full two hours without any loss of power. It seems that this copy is not boring enough to require players to save power or find a charger and socket.

Unable to fall asleep, Qisi clicked on the browser that came with his phone.

After Du Xiaoyu’s troubles before going to bed, it can be judged:

First, pictures related to the background of the copy can be identified through the browser to obtain further information;

Second, by searching for the correct keywords, you can also get corresponding effective information;

Third, although useful information cannot be obtained by identifying irrelevant pictures or searching for irrelevant content, visual inspection will not encounter fatal danger.

In this case, if you don't search, you won't search.

Qisi first searched for the words "Double Happiness Town", and black ink-like writing appeared on the blazing white screen:
[Double Happiness Town has been famous for hosting weddings and weddings for hundreds of years. It not only organizes weddings and funerals for the people of this town, but also often sells items such as wedding clothes, mourning clothes, wedding dresses, paper figurines, etc. to neighboring towns.There is a grand event every 49 years, where sedan chairs and coffins line up side by side, where life and death, yin and yang meet, and it is said that it can communicate with the gods. 】

This is all information that the players already know. Even if it is not stated explicitly, it can be inferred through a series of clues.

Ziss noticed that the entry belonging to "Double Happiness Town" was last updated on January 1999, 1, which coincided with the date when the strange game came to the world.This copy is probably the earliest batch in the copy pool, and I don’t know if there is a complete guide in the game forum.

Thinking that the dungeon he was clearing was no longer interesting, Qiss couldn't help but feel a little uninterested.However, considering that the browser provided by the mobile phone could not search the game forum, nor could he see the so-called guide, his mood improved a lot.

He searched for the word "Xu Wen" and as expected, a picture of a ghost wearing a red wedding dress popped up.

It doesn't have much scary effect, but it seems to tell the players: Xu Wen looks like this.

Qisi thought of an interesting way to play. He quickly typed the word "deed" in the search bar and pressed the search button.

[The current network is not good, please try again later]

The prompts that come with the phone pop up at the right time. The blue progress bar at the top of the interface is stuck in one place, and the loading image spins in a circle on the white screen.

"Really? I can't accept my name and ugly pictures being put together, so I don't even comply with the mechanism of the dungeon?" Qisi touched his chin and said to himself seriously.

Looking at the "no signal" icon that suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, the black-haired young man raised the corners of his lips exaggeratedly, and said in a malicious tone: "What a face-loving evil lady."

The words seemed to touch something, and the inspiration captured the "click" sound of the barrier breaking.

The screen of the mobile phone flashed twice and went black. Red symbols without meaning were crawling on the thick black background, creating comprehensible meanings the moment the eyes touched them.

"Interesting attempt." Qiss heard his own voice say something in his own tone in the palace of thought.

The next second, the neck of the soul seemed to be strangled by a pair of giant hands, and the force was slowly and mercilessly crushed. The feeling of powerlessness of being controlled from birth to death arose spontaneously, just like an animal encountering a natural enemy. Stir up the fear engraved in your genes.

In just a few seconds, physiological cold sweat soaked his clothes, and the force holding his neck suddenly dissipated. There was no follow-up or explanation, and it seemed like it was just a joke.

Qisi's whole body was limp, and he was hunched over as if he were boneless. He supported his knees with his elbows and raised his chin, so that he could barely maintain a position that allowed his brain to continue thinking.

He was not afraid of death, and he didn't know what he was afraid of. It was an emotion given by a condescending person. It had no path and no reaction mechanism. It was picked up from the air and thrown into his mind, creating thousands of waves.

He took a deep breath and exhaled it, repeating this three times, finally freeing himself from the unreasonable confusion and calming down.

He subconsciously pressed the power button on his phone and looked at the time.

It was already five o'clock in the morning, and the battery capacity displayed in the upper right corner was obviously less than half, as if it had been forcibly deducted.

"Is this threatening me that He will destroy this prop next time? Is it beating, or is it trying to tell me His tolerance limit?"

The reason that was scattered by fear settled little by little in the quiet night. Qisi rubbed his chin and analyzed silently: "I am not so angry at being cut off by people from Su's Village. I even have enough time to join forces with other NPCs to make a plan. In general, If you don't want to be provoked by my words, you should condescend to retaliate. So, are you trying to send me some message through such behavior?"

"Well, in the copy of "Carnivore", he can't even move or communicate directly; in the copy of "Dialectical Game", he can already interfere with the plot of the copy; in the copy of "Hopeless Sea", he can even interfere with other players' skills. Create the illusion that some skills are effective; now even key props can be moved?"

"His authority is gradually restored. What is the reason, and why do you want to tell me? Show your ability so that as a collaborator, I can re-evaluate the value of the transaction; or is it simply to intimidate me?"

Thinking is conducive to calmness, especially breaking down complex and difficult problems in a clear and step-by-step manner, which can effectively alleviate the worries and uneasiness caused by the unknown future.

Qisi clearly knew that an existence at the level of Qi was no different from a natural disaster and could kill him at any time.

Thinking about this type of crisis won't do anything - it's just a waste of time, so it's better not to think about it.

Packing up everything that had just happened and throwing it away in the corner of his memory, Qisi entered the photo album on his phone with an expressionless face.

At some point, another photo appeared silently in the album.

The photo is from a bird's-eye view, with a dry well made of black stones stacked in a circle in the center.The mouth of the well was dilapidated, and there was a tattered rope wrapped around it, which was used to lift the bucket. There was always a fear that it would break in the well.

It was probably a cloudy day when the photo was taken, with white mist filling the air, and no light could be found at the bottom of the well. It was like the eye of the earth, a dark eye embedded in the loess, always giving people the illusion that something was hidden inside.

[Man in the Well: Water belongs to Yin, and the well gathers wealth.The heavier the Yin Qi in the well, the more prosperous the owner's wealth will be; the more Yin Qi accumulates, the greater the blessings...]

"This doesn't sound like a formal Feng Shui theory." Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly as he recalled the "supernatural knowledge" he had heard from Jin Yusheng.

Although he doesn't understand Feng Shui, he still has basic common sense.Living people belong to yang, and the dead belong to yin. It is encouraged to accumulate yin energy, which is weird no matter how you look at it.

There seemed to be a line of small words after the entry. Qisi lowered his gaze and read the line silently:
"What better way to accumulate Yin Qi than sinking a body that died in vain at the bottom of a well?"

The brain automatically analyzes the meaning while reading the text, and the cognition triggers strange associations, as if there is a rotting corpse in red clothes half submerged in the cold well water, staring at the light above the head with eyes open, looking at the past with resentment. pedestrian.

'It is said that the Goddess of Joy was also a girl hundreds of years ago, but unfortunately she fell in love with a heartless man.The man left the queen and never came back. The queen was so heartbroken that she threw herself into the well at the west end of the town. Before she died, she made a great wish to be a guarantor for the new couple...'

'My Majesty loves hearing the laughter of newlyweds the most, and hates those who betray their hearts the most. If anyone changes her heart, she will not forgive him! '

Mrs. Xu's gloomy words were regurgitated in her ears. Qisi knocked on the edge of the bed one after another, sorting out the known information.

"The Goddess of Joy threw herself into a well and died with great resentment; she also said that she loved to watch newlyweds getting married and would punish those who failed to do so. Apart from the whitewashing of the legend, it was obvious that this grand event in 49 years was a sacrificial event. People, the drama of letting evil spirits seek their lives.”

"The more Yin energy accumulates, the more blessings and wealth you will have. If this were true, if it were me, I would definitely arrest people and kill them, let them die with great resentment, and then throw their bodies into the well. "

The context of the incident was thus clarified, and Qisi's intuition was a bit too simple.

However, based on the current information, we can only draw this conclusion. Any more is just random speculation, which will only preset the answer and affect subsequent reasoning.

"If it is true as I suspected, this copy is full of 'sin'." Zeiss turned his attention to the item bar in the lower left corner of his sight.

The white harpoon icon in the last frame is unknown. After thinking about it, it is surrounded by a silver-white box, indicating that it is being selected.

[Name: Poseidon Scepter]

[Effect: Make you look more like a god (the more evil you absorb, the stronger the effect seems to be)]

I just don’t know, what is the process of absorbing sin?
"It's so cold...it's so cold at the bottom of the well..."

There was a faint sound of sobs behind the ears, and the information presented on the phone seemed to reflect reality.

Chiss turned around in response.

Li Yao was already awake, huddled in the shadow of the corner with disheveled hair, her whole body was visibly trembling, and her mind was no longer clear.

(End of this chapter)