Infinite spooky game

Chapter 107 Double Happiness Town ([-]) Precognitive Dream

The players discussed this incident, and it was already broad daylight.

Cold sunlight leaked into the room through the broken windows, casting a large white shadow on the ground.

Qisi stood by the window and looked toward the west wing. Red silk and paper cutouts were sparsely covered with the entire wall, like scabs forming on the skin after burns.

Xi'er, dressed in a red wedding dress, climbed out of the door like a small animal and timidly looked at the room where the players lived.

She returned to her human state again, and her exposed arms from under the red sleeves showed a vivid flesh color, which was somewhat rosy by the fabric and the morning light.

"I always feel that this dungeon is very strange. The NPC is a ghost at one moment and a human being at another. I can't tell whether he is alive or dead." Li Yao silently came up from behind and sighed out loud, "Double happiness, double happiness, press For example, we want to divide the red and white things, but yesterday Sister-in-law Xu only mentioned the God of Joy and didn’t mention anything about the white things.”

"Didn't the pre-prompt say, 'The living are not necessarily alive, and the dead are not necessarily dead.'" Liu Bingding actively expressed his opinion, "You said it is possible that the dead can still live, so you don't value Bai Bai. thing?"

What he said was a reasonable speculation, rather like telling a ghost story. Combined with the dreams of the players last night, it could easily lead to creepy conjectures.

Du Xiaoyu cursed "bad luck" while Shang Qingbei looked away and said nothing.

Qisi saw the performance of several people in his eyes and replayed last night's dream in his mind.

In the dream, Xi'er who turned into a ghost appeared on the empty bed. After "Li Yao" was awakened, he also woke up. After testing Xi'er, he went out with "Li Yao".

If this is his dream, the logic behind it is problematic.

——Why did Li Yao wake up before him and make noise to wake him up?

——Why did Li Yao wake up, who was farthest from Xi'er, and not Shang Qingbei who was closest?
Too little information is known to point to a clear answer.

Qisi looked up at the pale sky and recalled: "Last night Xi'er appeared in my monk Qingbei's dream and asked for help. I think all of us can make two conclusions: First, the God of Xi is not What a good thing; secondly, Xi'er knows some secrets."

The obvious conclusion, the players nodded in agreement.

Qisi glanced at everyone with squinted eyes and asked with a smile: "I want to go to Xi'er's place to visit. Does anyone want to come with us?"

"Sister-in-law Xu said yesterday that we were not allowed to wander around to avoid bumping into Xi'er." Shang Qingbei pretended to hesitate and said, "I think this is also one of the rules of this dungeon. If we violate it, something may happen."

"There is no room for maneuver if there are no rules written in black and white. I just went to chat with Xi'er, how can I say that I bumped into her?" Qisi stroked his fingers, his tone was particularly sincere.

If I didn't know the inside story, I might actually believe it a little bit after hearing this.

The players were stunned and did not try to dissuade him any more.

Qisi walked to the door on his own and opened it. Seeing that no one had any intention of following him, he sighed helplessly before crossing the threshold.

And after he stepped into the west wing, which was covered with red paper, there was no trace of regret on his face.

The chain of suspicion exists objectively. Most human beings are rebellious and are not afraid to assume the greatest malice of others.

If he had just left alone without saying a word, there might have been one or two players following him quietly, wanting to get some information; but he made it clear that he wanted to take someone with him, so the players naturally murmured in their hearts, suspecting that he was trying to find someone. scapegoat.

"Xi'er." Qisi stood next to the girl in wedding dress and called softly.

Hearing the sound, the girl raised her head and stared blankly at the young man standing in the morning light. No one's shadow was reflected in her blank pupils.

Qisi bent down and asked in a voice that only two people could hear: "You are afraid. You don't want to get married because you know they will kill you and throw you into a well after you get married, right?"

Xi'er didn't answer, and Qisi didn't expect to get an answer.

He continued talking to himself: "Shuangxi Town is a well-known big town. Although the waterway is not smooth and the townspeople have no other livelihood, they are still rich and prosperous. The boatman said it was because the water here is good and it can make money. In fact, he Part of it is right.”

"Every 49 years, a girl is selected, let her wear a wedding dress, die at the most beautiful time, and her body is sunk in the well. The strongest resentment melts into the water, providing the whole town with a steady stream of wealth. With one person's sacrifice In exchange for everyone's happiness, from a pragmatic point of view, this is a very good deal, isn't it?"

Xi'er's pupils dilated and contracted, as if she understood something, but also as if she didn't understand anything.A whimper rolled in her throat, like the cry of a dying animal.

Zeiss tilted his head and changed the topic: "But I am not a pragmatist, and I am very disgusted with this concept of sacrificing one person to fulfill the majority. After all, you have never enjoyed the prosperity and happiness brought by sacrifice. But what you lose is something real, something you once or now have.”

"Maybe you should resist, but in the face of the atrocities of the group, individual resistance is insignificant. You have no way to escape. You can only use your life to fulfill their happiness. It's a loss-making business, isn't it?"

Having said this, the young man paused for a moment, crouched down and leaned over, lowering his voice and said: "I believe you are not willing to accept that fate. The business in a weak position cannot be profitable. At least it can become less loss-making, for example - let them organize After all the calculations, nothing can be gained.”

He pulled out a blade from the silver bracelet on his right wrist, put it into Xi'er's hand without leaving any trace, and said gently: "You can't ask others to show you kindness, but you can at least control your own life. Death is not worth fearing. "To seek life but not to seek death is itself a discipline put forward by vested interests in order to better exploit the weak."

"You have no so-called cares, and there is nothing that you have to live to do. You have nothing left, and you cannot see the light in this life. It is better to place your last hope in the legendary reincarnation and pray that you can live well in the next life. Take it easy.”

Xi'er held the blade tightly, and the bright red sleeves covered the hand holding the blade. From a distance, there was no clue at all.

She didn't know how much she heard, so she sat quietly and stopped responding.

Qisi stood up and walked back to the side room where the players gathered.

Saying these words to He Xi'er is just a casual move. If it can push the incident to develop in the direction he wants, it will be great. Even if it disappears, it will not harm the situation. It is just a waste of a blade.

Ever since Qisi left the house, Shang Qingbei had been standing by the window, paying attention to his movements.

Seeing that the young man only said a few words and came back after only three minutes, Shang Qingbei couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Qi Wen, what did you say to Xi'er? Did you get any useful information?"

"I asked her about things related to the happy event, and also asked her if she knew the secret behind the happy event." Qisi's eyes were sincere and his tone was natural, showing a bit of regret. "It's a pity that she didn't say a word to me from beginning to end. It seems I was wrong, she is not the kind of NPC who provides clues."

Shang Qingbei was once again convinced that the clue he got in his dream last night was unique.Without him, these players who blindly believe in "Qi Wen" will most likely only be able to circle around the outer edge of the correct answer, and they will not be able to decipher the worldview whether they live or die.Shang Qingbei felt a little nervous in his heart. He knew that the time was almost up, and hiding it any longer would only make it more difficult to pass the level. It would be bad if there were casualties.

At that moment, he cleared his throat and said, "I have a guess about the world view of this copy..."

"If it's just a guess, I suggest you keep it to yourself and don't say it out loud." Qisi interrupted him and spoke rationally, "There are not enough clues now. Putting all the extended guesses together would be too confusing. It will interfere with subsequent judgment.”

Shang Qingbei was choked. When he looked up, he saw the young man's caring eyes.

The latter said in a coaxing tone: "Xiao Qing, don't worry, the time has only passed one-seventh, and there are still six days left, we can always crack the world view."

"..."

It's this damn name again, and it's this contemptuous attitude again... The veins on Shang Qingbei's forehead jumped.

He pursed his lips and decisively decided to hide his world view for a while.

After bullying the child, Chiss took out a washcloth from his backpack and wiped his face in an extraordinarily leisurely manner. He completed his morning washing, then smiled and said "Let's go first" before pushing the door open again.

He walked straight to the courtyard door, stood half a step away, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open tentatively.

The old and mottled wooden door was ajar. Without much effort, the door swung open with a "squeak" as if a mechanism had been touched.

A red sedan came into view.

The bloody behemoth was parked on the ground outside the door. Directly opposite the door was a huge Chinese character "囍" embroidered with gold thread, but there were several threads hanging down, adding to the eerie feeling.

The sedan seemed to be very old, with many edges worn and faded, and occasionally stained and mottled, as if it had been stored in a damp warehouse for a long time and finally saw the light of day.

Qisi remembered that in his dream last night, the dark coffin seemed to be resting in this position, and it was even the same size as the sedan chair.

The boundary between dreams and reality was opened in an instant. With a slight thought in his mind, Qisi walked closer step by step and squatted down next to the sedan chair.

Under the wooden frame supporting the sedan body, there were a few white paper money pressed down. They were already stained with mud, a little gray and wrinkled, but they were still conspicuous against the red background.

"Qi Wen." Li Yao's voice came from behind, "There is something I have always wanted to tell you."

Qisi stood up, looked sideways, and cast an encouraging glance.

Li Yao looked solemn and continued hesitantly: "The dream last night gave me a very real feeling. It seemed that I was really lying at the bottom of the well. The water around me was very cold and icy, but I couldn't even tremble. The body is obviously dead, but the soul is still imprisoned in it, watching the body rot little by little..."

"A dream is just a dream." Qisi showed a gentle smile and asked in a slightly narrow-minded manner, "You are awake now, aren't you?"

Li Yao was still worried: "I've heard that there is a kind of dream that can predict the future. Liu Bingding said before that what we have is a serial dream. At that time, I thought of something, and I was afraid of making everyone worry for nothing, so I didn't say it."

She stopped, looked up and saw the young man's calm gaze, her heart calmed down a little, and then he continued hesitantly: "When I was collecting supernatural materials before, I heard a story. There was a cursed village. The dying person will dream of the last person who died the day before, and die within seven days. In this way, people in the village died one after another..."

"What I dreamed about was a ghost. If nothing else happens, I will be the first to die. Then you dreamed about me, which means that the ghost I turned into after death will seek your life. Shang Qingbei dreamed about you. , Du Xiaoyu dreamed of Shang Qingbei, Liu Bingding dreamed of Du Xiaoyu, they just formed a ring."

After hearing this, Qisi smiled and shook his head: "These are just your speculations in the end, why bother scaring yourself? Even if it is really a prophecy, there is nothing difficult to crack. The ring is the best to break, just take out one link at random. alright……"

Li Yao looked at the young man in astonishment, and then listened to what he continued: "...For example, if I commit suicide now, wouldn't the so-called precognitive dream be self-defeating?"

The tone was joking, but the attitude was extremely serious. Li Yao had no doubt that in a real critical situation, the young man would do what he said.

As expected of a veteran player in the ninth dungeon, he always takes the lead and does not even care about his own life.Although he is clearly not familiar with these players, he still consciously assumes the responsibility of a leader and is willing to take risks...

Looking back on myself, I am neither willing to keep the makeup mirror nor talk to Xi'er. I still feel comfortable sharing the clues that "Qi Wen" has worked so hard for. When something happens, I express my anxiety like a headless fly...

In the novice pool, she had helped many people with her supernatural knowledge. Why did she suddenly become so cowardly and selfish?

Qisi looked at Li Yao's changing expression and knew that this girl was probably trying to conquer herself.

He raised the corners of his lips and said, "However, I have a guess about the world view of this copy. 'The living are not necessarily alive, and the dead are not necessarily dead'. This sentence should be a 'dream'."

"Every one of us dreams. In dreams, dead relatives may talk to us like living people, because 'the living may not necessarily live'; when we commit suicide or die unexpectedly, we will not really die, but will only learn from our dreams. The reason for waking up in a panic is that 'the dead are not necessarily dead'."

"This is the basis for me saying that I am willing to commit suicide if something goes wrong. After all, I am not so righteous as to be willing to give up my life for a few of you unrelated people."

These words seemed very comforting, but they made sense. Li Yao listened thoughtfully.

A perfect logic that is difficult to distinguish between true and false is far more harmful than having no ideas or illogical logic, because it sounds true and cannot be falsified in the short term. It can easily lead a group of people's thinking into a ditch and make them confused. There is no going back from the wrong path.

The wrong direction of reasoning has been laid down, and it's just waiting to spread from Li Yao to all players, causing everyone to wander in a dead end.

After misleading the target man's thinking, Old God Qisi turned his back on the ground, the smile on his face returned to expressionless.

He had begun to regret that he had taken the initiative to seize the leadership position on a whim.

——It’s so tiring, it’s not fun at all, and God knows what the “Puppet Master’s” aesthetic is.

——It had only been one day, and he already wanted to kill all the players, and then poke the wire into his lungs and end his life...

After thinking about the despair that the players would experience in the next few days, Qiss felt slightly better.

He secretly made up his mind to stay away from the crowd in the next dungeon. It would be best to find a dark corner to hide in as soon as he entered, so as not to let anyone notice him.

(End of this chapter)