Infinite spooky game

Chapter 118 Shuangxi Town ([-]) Going to Hell
It's already one o'clock in the afternoon.Qisi stepped out of the house with his cell phone in hand, and was soaked in the damp chill within a second.

The vast mist curled up from the shadows again, covering the entire street gracefully, casting a white gauze-like filter on the white walls and black tiles far and near, as if in a dream.

Qisi lowered his head and used two fingers to adjust the size and direction of the map on his phone, planned a route, put away his phone, and followed his memory.

Du Xiaoyu and Shang Qingbei followed him, speechless all the way.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the houses on both sides are getting farther and farther apart, as if they are flowing from a long and narrow waterway into a lake.

After the road opened up to the extreme, Qiss saw a well in the center of the flat land in front of him.

The edge of the well was piled with black stones. The edges were worn in many places and were in dilapidated condition.There was no bucket next to it, but there was a half-rotted rope wrapped around the wooden frame, with a movable rope loop tied to the end.

The instructions are very clear, just put the rope around the waist and put the person down.

Looking at the uneven thickness of the hemp rope due to decay, Qisi had a vague suspicion that after people got down, the rope would break at some point, leaving people underneath forever.

"Tick, tick..."

The faint sound of water rang in my ears, and it sounded like there was more leakage.

Thick water mist coated the body and soaked into the shirt, bringing a coldness that felt like being buried in an iceberg.

A trembling voice from Qiqi Ai came from the well: "Help me...help me..."

The surrounding light dimmed several degrees, changing from day to night in an instant.

Qisi saw a woman wearing a red wedding dress sitting by the well, looking haggard.

The woman's long waterfall-like hair covered most of her face, and her face could not be clearly seen. All she could see were the dark eyes leaking out of her hair, and her cold eyes.

"Is it Li Yao's dream?" Qisi narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled out the wire out of habit, stretched it out and poked it.

The wire was like passing through a mist, touching nothing.The scene in front of you is probably just a phantom of the past, and there is no way to participate in it and no way to change it.

The woman looked sadly in the direction of the players, and seemed to be looking at the crowd in time and space through the players' figures.

"No one can save me? I can't save anyone...no one can save me..."

She muttered, as if she had finally made a decision, she turned around in an instant and jumped down.The remaining red image reflected in the mist like blood, lingering for a long time.

The scene continued. Qisi put away the wire, put his hands in his pockets, and watched at leisure.

The townspeople, who clearly did not belong to this era, rushed over with open arms and started talking earnestly.

"Miss is dead, how can we fix this?"

"It's troublesome. I put on a red wedding dress and threw myself into a well. I'm afraid I'm going to be evil!"

The discussion gradually subsided, and a short, fat woman in floral clothes pushed through the crowd and walked to the front.

This woman is similar in stature to Mrs. Xu, but her face is just blank, and her specific appearance cannot be seen.

She was obviously very powerful, and with just a raised hand, she calmed the panicked townspeople.

"What are you afraid of? This girl has lost her mind. Old lady, I will never have this granddaughter!" The woman shouted in a high-pitched voice, "I will build a temple for her someday, make a Feng Shui bureau, and control her inside. "

"Someone just happened to be eyeing us, and they want to send someone to investigate. Then we will pretend that it is a custom of worshiping gods, and stuff in some money. Are we still afraid of something happening?"

The townspeople responded noisily, and the scene faded in the hustle and bustle of a vegetable market, like a wisp of smoke blown away into mist by the wind.

It was getting light again.Chiss looked at the time, it happened to be 01:30 pm.

"Help me..." the voice from the well sounded tirelessly.

Qisi pretended not to hear, looked back at Du Xiaoyu and Shang Qingbei, and said in a joking tone: "Although I don't know whether these scenes are credible, at least the truth about the Goddess of Joy has been explained. This is a request for us to explain before doing anything. Is it a sweet thing?"

Shang Qingbei did not answer, adjusted his glasses and said: "It seems that the Goddess of Joy did commit suicide, but the reason is different from what Mrs. Xu said. She was forced by the people in the town, and her appeal for help was in vain, so she had to choose die."

Du Xiaoyu didn't understand and asked: "Listen to what those people call her, isn't she 'Miss'? Who else can force her to death?"

"I don't know." Qisi walked towards the well step by step, looking down at the wellhead as deep as an eye. "There are still some key clues missing. I'm afraid I have to go down the well to find them."

……

In the time and space past Shuangxi Town, Liu Bingding and Li Yao were sitting next to a coffin with the lid lifted, relatively speechless.

The meeting between the two was so simple that it was almost hasty.Liu Bingding followed the funeral procession and found the place where the coffin was parked. He happened to hear Li Yao's voice, so he pried open four coffin nails and rescued the person.

Li Yao's identity at this time is "Miss Xu", and now that both of them are outside Xu's house, the side mission of "escaping Xu's house with "Miss Xu"" is naturally judged as "completed".

The system interface also refreshes new text in a timely manner.

[Congratulations on getting the clue "Local Chronicles"]

A yellowed paperback book opened in the minds of two players. The densely packed text recorded on it outlined the past of Double Happiness Town:
300 years ago, Shuangxi Town was just a small settlement nestled in a ravine. Transportation was inconvenient, and transportation and purchasing were extremely difficult. Therefore, it has always been accompanied by poverty.

It wasn't until a woman named Xu came here that a decent town sprang up.

The woman called herself "Mr. Xu". She was originally a goddess who told fortunes, pretended to be gods and ghosts, and had powerful voodoo skills that could confuse people's minds and make them stupid.

She was well-known in this industry, and gradually she was no longer satisfied with defrauding people of money, and began to use the convenience of walking around the streets to lure women and children and sell them to other places.

When the government came under strict investigation, Mrs. Xu looked around and soon focused on the hidden area of ​​Shuangxi Town. She took root here with the money and connections she had accumulated over the years.

She returned to her old business, leading people from the mountains to various places, stunning the woman and putting her in a coffin. She then sent her into the mountains away from the eyes and ears of the government, where she would be made stupid and stupid by using poison before being transported to another place.

At first, the government did not notice the actions of the townspeople.After all, no one would have thought that a married girl would be mixed up in the funeral procession and have a happy event in such an unlucky way.

By the time the government learned everything, it was too late. Shuangxi Town's industry had already grown.The townspeople protected each other closely, and even made many offerings to open up all the joints.

Mrs. Xu knew how to measure herself, and was a good dancer. In addition, she never provoked anyone she shouldn't, so most people who knew about her would turn a blind eye.

Decades passed like this, and Po Xu became the master of Shuangxi Town. She built a mansion and even had contacts with many officials.

Over the next hundred years, her trade and voodoo skills were passed down from generation to generation, from female to male, and the person who took over each generation was respectfully called "Po Po Xu" by the townspeople.

Until Xu Yao's generation.

The record stopped abruptly, and Li Yao continued: "As the granddaughter of Po Xu of that generation, Xu Yao was dissatisfied with Po Xu's activities and wanted to join forces with a county magistrate from the county to collect evidence and rescue the captured girls. , it’s a pity that it was discovered halfway.”

Liu Bingding asked: "So Mrs. Xu 'killed her relatives out of righteousness'?"

"No..." Xu Yao shook her head slightly, but suddenly stopped.

Li Yao suddenly raised her eyes and saw several blurry shadows appearing in the white mist in the distance. They were fluttering and flickering, as if they would be blown away by the wind.

The shadow is getting closer and closer, and the blood-like blush can already be seen through the gauze-like mist.The vague and weird smile was so vague that it was hard to see clearly, and it looked even more terrifying.

"he he he he he……"

A total of seven paper figures floated over, waving their arms.The high-pitched and scary laughter was mixed with the hunting noise of the paper clothes, tapping the listener's nerves time and time again.

"Lie down in the coffin quickly and close the lid!" Xu Yao turned over and got into the coffin, pulling Liu Bingding in as well.

With a "bang", the coffin lid was closed, blocking out the sound, light and color.

At the last second when the world turned dark, Li Yao only saw a pale face flashing through the gap...

……

Qisi stood by the well for a while. Shang Qingbei and Du Xiaoyu also walked over, but neither looked into the well.

"Help me... who will help me..."

The sound from the bottom of the well repeated itself over and over again.

Qiss asked tentatively: "How do you need us to save you?" The voice paused for two seconds, as if he was thinking. When it sounded again, he changed the lines: "You guys come down... take me away..."

Shang Qingbei took a small step back, touched his chin and said: "There are three of us, so we can go down alone. One of us is responsible for pulling the rope, and the other is looking out for the wind."

After he finished speaking, he added without confidence: "The mouth of the well is so narrow, it should only be enough for one person to enter."

Qisi lowered his head and asked calmly: "Who is going down?"

Shang Qingbei pondered for a moment and said, "Let me tell you beforehand that I won't go down. Even if you force me to go down, I won't tell you if I find clues."

When Du Xiaoyu heard this, he stretched his neck and was about to curse a few words, but Qisi made a downward gesture to signal him to be quiet and let Shang Qingbei continue.

Shang Qingbei adjusted his glasses and stared at Qisi with a calm and sharp gaze: "At this point, I will make it clear. I suspect that you are a massacre player, and I think you have a way to make Du Xiaoyu do your bidding. From now on, if you two are left on the ground, I don’t trust you and I don’t believe you can guarantee my safety.”

Du Xiaoyu said, "Who do you think is a massacre player? Do you have any evidence?"

Shang Qingbei shook his head: "There is no evidence, but I don't dare to bet."

"That's reasonable and well-founded." Qisi praised it seriously and asked, "Then who do you think should be allowed to go down?"

"Du Xiaoyu can't do it. His strength is too weak and he may not be able to find effective clues." Shang Qingbei put on an objective attitude and analyzed, "And Qi Wen, you are an old player who has cleared nine dungeons, so you have sufficient strength. Although I I have always been suspicious of you, but with Du Xiaoyu here, you don’t have to worry about no one pulling you up."

Qiss asked with interest: "Why do you think that the clues I took the risk to obtain will definitely be made public?"

Shang Qingbei was stunned for a moment. After he came to his senses, he held his glasses frame and said, "It's okay if you don't make it public. Anyway, I won't go down the well. I think life is more important than clues."

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips and said nothing, conveying his attitude that he did not intend to change his position.

This is a typical smart pig game model.Shang Qingbei is in a weak position in the game, and the risk of his actions is high; correspondingly, Qisi is in a strong position, and the risk of his actions is low.

When the same goal needs to be achieved, the weak will gain more from passive response than taking action, while the strong will only be forced to take action personally due to the situation.

Qisi knew this very well, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

He suddenly understood why the "Puppet Master" liked to steal the obviously flawed identity of "Leader" so much.

It goes against common sense and gives probability to all decisions. What's more, it directly induces the group to put pressure on itself...

The mob is the easiest to be incited, and will always be unconsciously lured into making anti-intellectual decisions, thinking that this is their own democracy.

And once all choices are cast under the veil of chance and democracy, few will doubt the deliberate layout.

Just like now, no one would think that Qisi wanted to go down to the well to take a look. They would only think that all this was due to Shang Qingbei's coercion.

Even if he told a big lie based on this, who would think that it was a pre-designed scam?
Qisi walked quietly to the wooden frame next to the well, picked up the rope loop and weighed it twice.

The whole town was damp, cold and foggy, and the hemp rope was soaked. It was a bit heavy in the hand, but it looked strong.

Qisi directly put the rope loop around his waist and tied it tightly.

Shang Qingbei thought he would have to waste more words, but he didn't expect Qisi to compromise so quickly.

Seeing the young man's quick and ready movements, he opened his mouth and silently uttered one word: "Huh?"

Qisi had already sat on the edge of the well. He looked back at Du Xiaoyu and said, "I'll go down first to check the situation. In 5 minutes, no matter what happens, you must pull me up."

Du Xiaoyu nodded hurriedly, stood next to the wooden frame wrapped with ropes, and played with the pulley mechanism seriously.

The reason why he was so obedient before was not because of any fan complex, but because he picked the thickest thigh to hug him like he did in any dungeon before.

Unexpectedly, the thigh was not as solid as it seemed, and he was encouraged to go down the well with just a few words.

Right now, he was already having trouble with Shang Qingbei, and all he could do was knock out his teeth and swallow blood, and pray that Qisi would come up with all his beard and tail.

Qisi had a clear understanding of Du Xiaoyu's psychology. He recalled the frustration he felt after being made into a puppet in the last copy several times before finally making a sad expression.

Before he could help laughing, he quickly turned his back, held the hemp rope with both hands, and jumped into the well.

Du Xiaoyu quickly held the pulley of the wooden frame and slowly lowered the well rope in circles.

The dry well was bottomless, and the stone walls on both sides were so slippery that it was impossible to apply force. Qisi could only let himself be lowered by the rope like a piece of bait hanging on a fishhook.

Time passed by, and with the rhythmic ticking of the pocket watch, the aperture above his head became farther and farther away.

Feeling the surrounding temperature drop, and guessing that he was far enough away from the wellhead, Qiss finally gave up suppressing the corners of his lips and grinned a huge smile.

Then he remembered at the right time that there were piles of corpses in the well, probably full of dirty carrion and unpleasant rotten smell, and he couldn't laugh again.

In such a contradictory mood, Qisi stepped on the soft soil with his feet, as if he had reached the bottom of the well unknowingly.

There was no rancid smell as expected. He breathed a sigh of relief, took out the makeup mirror from his arms, and turned on the LED light switch.

Under the pale light, Qisi saw the messy white bones lying all over the ground. The skeletons left after the decay of human corpses were stacked in an orderly manner, like art carefully polished in a specimen exhibition hall.

In the center of the cluster of prostrate bones, a young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers sat cross-legged.

The young man lowered his head, his exposed skin was morbidly pale, and not a single sound of breathing came out in the silence, adhering to the silence of a corpse.

Qisi walked over calmly, lifted the young man's chin, and as expected saw his own face.

A dead, silent, expressionless face.

He patted his corpse's shoulder unceremoniously, leaned into the latter's ear and said, "Wake up, as a ghost, shouldn't it be time for you to get up and work?"

……

In last night's dream, the ghost holding Li Yao's face asked faintly: "Do you think I am a dead person or a living person?"

At that time, Zis looked at her, showed a gentle smile, and asked: "What about the dead? What about the living? If you are a ghost, you will kill all the players; if you are a player, you will survive from the ghosts. Except for ghosts and humans, Position, what difference does it make?”

The female ghost grabbed Qisi's neck and said coldly: "I will kill you...I will kill you..."

Zeiss was having difficulty breathing, but he was still smiling: "I am not averse to death. If I die, I will be happy to roam the world as a ghost and kill those humans."

He paused for a moment and frowned: "Of course, I am a bit vindictive. How do you think my strength, who is also a ghost, compares to yours?"

……

At this moment, Qisi used a not gentle method to trick himself into hiding.

The corpse opened its eyes slightly, and the pupils facing the visitor were dark and dull, as if it could swallow the soul.

After suffering from the "soul weightlessness" disease for so many years, Qiss has long been accustomed to facing himself face to face.

He admired his body for a few seconds, smiled and said hello, and then turned his attention to a piece of yellow prayer paper scattered on the ground.

He bent down and picked up the yellow paper, quickly scanned the text on it, and said lightly: "Sending letters is quite efficient."

From the moment he saw the old man burning paper in the Temple of Joy, Qiss realized that there might be an interesting gameplay in this copy.

After discovering that the cell phone clues were fake, he became more certain about his guess: Since some high-ranking beings can create fake clues, why can't players try it?

However, there is never a perfect layout in the world. Before going down the well, Qiss was not sure that his guess was [-]% true.

He is gambling, making a lot of money if he wins, and not losing money if he loses.

But now, he has won the bet, the last remaining variable has been bridged, and his part is over, perfect!

Zis stuffed the yellow paper into the corpse's pocket, untied the rope from the body, and put it on the corpse. Then he placed a series of props such as a silver bracelet, a destiny pocket watch, and a rose heart on the corresponding parts of the corpse in sequence.

After finishing everything, he looked at the tape recorder, Poseidon Scepter and other props in the props column that were difficult to take out with some distress. He looked up at the corpse that had regained consciousness and smiled:
"It's still early, are you interested in signing a contract?"

　A five thousand word chapter!Hahaha, you didn’t expect to be able to play like this, right?Please comment~Please give me a chapter~
　　
　
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