Infinite spooky game

Chapter 136 Grand Performance () "Divine Comedy"

Qiss sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the black character card, lost in thought.

Scenes about Hansen flashed before his eyes, corresponding to the descriptions on the character card.

【He is out of place...】

Hansen was the only one who was good at using force and did not hold a pen to record information.

【He is disgusting...】

Hansen bites randomly as soon as he comes up, and his words are not polite, which makes people really dislike him.

[He died hastily and absurdly...]

Yes, Hansen didn't have much room to struggle, and he was voted to death by the players without a doubt. No one listened to his arguments, no one felt sympathy, and almost everyone wanted to kill him.

Even Ziss, who was the instigator, still feels that everything went incredibly smoothly when looking back on it now.

Ziss believed that inciting players to focus on Hansen was entirely out of his own will and a spontaneous choice. Now, a "cannon fodder card" suddenly popped up, claiming that this was the ending that had been set long ago, which really made him a little unhappy.

And on a deeper level, the people in the play's joys, sorrows, joys, gains and losses, and the choices they make, cannot escape the playwright's design no matter how hard they struggle, which makes people feel even more desperate.

"We do not rule out the possibility that this character card was generated according to the plot after Hansen's death, but if the words on it were really pre-written, things would be troublesome."

"Every player's identity in this dungeon is a role. Hansen's role is 'cannon fodder'. Does that mean there are protagonists, supporting roles, villains and the like?"

Qisi rubbed his chin, vaguely having some bad premonitions.

It is known that this copy is a drama. Every drama must have a script.

Although I don’t know where the script of this drama is and what it is about, according to traditional drama creation theory, the final outcome is nothing more than “the protagonist defeats the villain and achieves the final victory.”

Ziss doesn't like to follow the rules and follow the scripted plot, and more importantly, he is self-aware and feels that a guy like himself will most likely not be the protagonist.

After all...it has to go through trial.

"Who will be the protagonist? Dong Xiwen is more likely, and He Hui is not impossible...I don't know if he can be killed or not. Is there any 'law of the protagonist's immortality'?"

Zeiss stuffed the character card into his pocket, leaned back, and hit his back on the bed.

The bed was very soft. As soon as it touched the bed, his whole body sank into it softly. It was so comfortable that he felt sleepy in just a few seconds.

He squinted his eyes and his thoughts gradually dispersed.

"I don't know what the 'expired' mark on the character card means. Could it be that if the person is still alive, the character card itself will still have some kind of effect?"

"Character cards exist in the ghosts transformed from sin. I don't know what will happen after the player gets the character card corresponding to his identity..."

"But, what is my identity? I can't really be a villain, right?"

Just thinking about it endlessly, Qisi became more and more sleepy, his consciousness slowly sank, and he fell into darkness unconsciously.

……

In Room 1, Cynthia did not sleep soundly.

I don’t know if it’s because she “thinks about things every day and dreams about things at night”, so her dreams are filled with flesh, blood and mutilated limbs.

Angry curses and accusations were still ringing in her ears. She habitually wanted to say some high-sounding words, but the politician who always had a bright tongue could only say nothing when faced with the bloody facts.

She lowered her head and saw her smooth, wrinkle-free arms, and was a little startled. Then she tentatively raised her hand to touch her face, and touched a piece of smooth skin.

"Forty years ago, I almost forgot what I looked like back then..."

Cynthia woke up from the confusion of her dream, with a warm smile on her face.

Countless information that should have been covered came up like a wave, and she remembered it almost immediately: she was now in a copy of the weird game "The Grand Show", and was dreaming about the whole story of her first "murder".

Since being selected into the weird game, Cynthia has used her authority to obtain a lot of relevant information from the Weird Investigation Bureau. If the development of team props was not stuck at a critical point, she could even ask the boss of the Bureau to The player takes her through the instance.

At this moment, she already had a rough judgment on the situation: "Players will not have meaningless dreams in the dungeon. All dreams are the mechanism of the dungeon itself. What you see and hear may point to important clues. Observe the situation first, and then Decide what to do next..."

The process of the dream was still continuing. Cynthia stood on the high platform, looking down indifferently at the crowd dispersed by armed forces just like she did forty years ago.

"Haha, interesting." An erratic chuckle sounded behind his ears.

Cynthia turned her head in response and saw a young man in a red suit and trousers standing crookedly at the base of the wall.

The young man has a breathtaking face, every detail of his facial features is perfectly formed, and his eyebrows are so delicate that they don't look like a real person, but rather like a painting by a master.

"What do you think of the current situation?" the young man asked.

"Zhou Ke?" Cynthia felt that the voice sounded familiar to the point of being suspicious.

The young man nodded casually: "Uh-huh."

Cynthia recalled the scene in the first act of voting, when the young man viciously encouraged everyone to vote for Hansen, and she became even more suspicious.

This man is a hyena who is used to hiding in the shadows. How come he suddenly dares to show his true face?

As if he had sensed her suspicion, the young man grinned, revealing a pair of fine fangs. His face shrank and peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye like a dead onion, revealing an unfamiliar face.

But soon, that unfamiliar face began to die, breaking into pieces and falling off...

This man is a ghost! It's a ghost transformed from sin!

Cynthia put her hand into the middle of the dress, but did not touch the props. She immediately turned around and ran down the stage.

All the familiar elements turned into powder and collapsed into nothingness. The light suddenly dimmed, and only the overlapping corpses remained on the spot, becoming more and more vivid.

The bloody corpses that were flattened into pulp stood up in strange postures, twisting and squirming towards Cynthia, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, stretching out their claws towards her.

In the darkness, lines of silver-white text refreshed:

[Ghost name: Human Skin Collector]

[Corresponding player: Zhou Ke]

[Description: Mr. Collector, who looks elegant and gentle in appearance, is actually a ghost in human skin. He loves the new and hates the old, and is keen on peeling off the faces of all kinds of interesting people and wearing them on his own face. One layer, two layers, three layers... Do you think he has become more human? 】

[Trigger method: Being in the same space with him, and there is only you in that space]

[Attack method: control corpse, skinning]

[Note: Only dead creatures are worth investing in. They are quiet, well-behaved, eternal and will not... escape without saying a word]

……

In Room No. 3, Hehui woke up from her sleep, got out of bed by accident, and opened the door.

Outside the door is no longer the familiar stage, but a maze of mirrors.

The light was very dark, and nothing was reflected on the mirror except the girl's image. The figure in a white dress is embedded on the dark background, with a faint look in her eyes, very much like a classic female ghost in a horror movie.

Mirrors at different angles reflected different portraits. Densely packed figures surrounded Hehui, and their eyes focused on her at just the right angle.

Hehui suddenly had the illusion that he was being watched by countless people in broad daylight. Even though he knew that those people were him, he still couldn't help but feel flustered and his hands and feet felt cold.

She flinched and wanted to retreat to the room, but her back hit something cold and hard.

She turned around and saw a huge mirror appearing behind her at some point, blocking her way. The face that belonged to her reflected in the mirror raised the corners of her lips, and the arc became wider and wider, almost reaching the base of her ears.

Not just in this mirror, but in all the mirrors... she was smiling.

He Hui subconsciously raised his hand to touch his lips, but only found a flat patch.

She wasn't smiling, the person in the mirror was smiling...

A sense of horror suddenly took over his whole body, and Hehui stepped back in panic, feeling dizzy as he bumped between mirrors.

Something cold hugged her from behind. It was a pair of almost transparent long strips that looked like arms, but the branches of the five fingers were very blurry, like the webbed palms of an amphibian.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

"I am you, you are me..."

"We are all you..."

As whispers whispered in his ears, He Hui found that he had calmed down surprisingly, and even forgot to struggle.

His arms held her loosely, and after noticing that she was quiet, he gently held her hand and guided her forward in the glass maze.

Pairs of white and transparent hands stretched out from the mirror, scrambling to pull He Hui, pulling her around.

She suddenly realized that she had chosen the right room, the one where her sins were entrenched, and what she encountered was the ghost transformed by her sins.

She would never hurt herself, after all...she only had herself.

"It turns out that I am really the third most sinful person here..."

He Hui thought bitterly, but quickly pulled away from the mood that was not conducive to passing the level, and quickly passed through the maze with the guidance of the ghost.

Outside the maze, a familiar wooden door stood quietly.

The Arabic numeral "3" is written on the door.

A black card fell at Hehui's feet. She bent down to pick it up, and the system interface was immediately filled with prompts.

[Congratulations on getting your character card and becoming the first character in the entire drama to learn about his fate]

[You will receive all the privileges of the character, including becoming the character itself]

"Perks? Roles?"

He Hui frowned and looked at the card in his hand. The silver-white text on it was clear and distinct:

[Character Card-Protagonist]

[Description: She has an unbearable past and a vital secret, as well as a present that comes out of the shadows and a future that stands in the sunshine. She is kind and simple, always sticks to the bottom line of being a human being, and is willing to redeem the suffering around her. She may be weak and flawed, but she never gives up growing and will eventually become bright and dazzling in her adventures. 】

[Effects: 1. "The Law of Immortality of the Protagonist" - after suffering fatal damage, you will be resurrected in a reasonable way (each script has only one chance);

2. "Affinity" - you will be more likely to gain favor from the male characters in the script】

Hehui read the text on the character card in general, and his eyes finally landed on the [Description] column.

Redemption, light, dazzling... will these words really be associated with her one day in the future?

……

Zeiss had a very strange dream.

The theater in the dream was burned by fire, and the tongues of flames engulfed every corner. The puppets, costumes, stage props, everything was submerged in the flames and turned into gray-black embers, spurting out.

Qisi stood in the center of the stage, and the flames had burned down his ankles to the waist of his trousers, but he felt no pain.

He looked down at himself surrounded by fire, and he actually felt a bit artistic. He considered whether he should wait until he returned to reality and try burning a corpse.

A scream sounded in the distance, which sounded familiar.

With a feeling of gloating about his misfortune, Ziss walked through the corridor burning with fire and rushed towards the direction where the screams came from.

After turning a few corners, the scene in front of us became wider.

In the sea of ​​fire, a huge birdcage was fixed to the ground by thick iron chains. In the cage stood a burly man, with blazing fire burning all over his body.

Unlike Zeiss, the man seemed to be able to feel the pain of fire, and was struggling painfully all the time, trying to break open the iron bars of the cage and escape from the fire.

Qiss walked over, looked at the man's face that was not engulfed by the flames, and couldn't help but let out a "huh" sound: "Hansen, I originally thought that you had died miserably. Does this count as your soul going to hell and continuing to be tortured? "

The man in the cage suffering from the fire was none other than Hansen, who was collectively voted out by the players.

When he saw Qis approaching, he wailed and roared with gnashing teeth: "Zhou Ke! Sooner or later you will go to hell! You will die miserably, even more miserably than me!"

Qisi let out a happy "hmm" and said, "I know, people always have to die."

Hansen shouted again: "I saw it, you are guilty! You deserve more death than me!"

"Yes," Chiss nodded in agreement, and then asked seriously, "But I'm not dead now, what should I do?"

Hansen: "..."

Hansen: "Ahhhhhhhh!"

Zeiss admired the tragic ending of the victim for a while, and before he could utter a few more words of ridicule, he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the theater room.

He sat up from the bed without interest, walked straight to the corner, and dug out the brightly colored wallpaper with his nails.

His fingertips touched the rough texture, and he tore a small piece of wallpaper apart. He saw the gray, ash-covered wall with obvious burn marks, which for a moment was associated with a dream scene.

"Has this place really been burned by fire?" Qisi narrowed his eyes.

He directly used the small holes that he had torn out before, and peeled off the entire wallpaper piece by piece, exposing a wall with mottled gray marks.

A piece of yellowed papyrus fell out from the crack in the wall and floated to Qis's eyes like a fallen leaf.

Written on it were the fragments of the script:

[Charlie: The plot you wrote has no beauty at all! There is no logic, it is all violence, blood and low taste. How can something like this make people think? 】

[Puppet (puts finger to lips): Hush, my sir, do you hear that? The audience was cheering and applauding, they loved this work from the bottom of their hearts! 】

[Charlie: But I don’t understand, it looks terrible from every angle! 】

[Puppet: That’s right! How difficult it is to create excellent works! Just take away the audience's brains and they will be immersed in it, partying and screaming together! 】

[The puppet laughed loudly, Charlie covered his head in pain, and the audience's cheers became louder and louder, covering the conversation between the two. 】

At the same time, four big words popped up on the system interface of all players——

[End of Act 1]

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[Note] "The Divine Comedy" is a long poem written by Italian poet Dante Alighieri, which describes a story of a fugue traveling through hell, purgatory, and heaven.

　Thanks to Mu Yituo for the reward of 500 points, bow to the boss! (Suddenly on a whim, I thought of the entire update plan. From today on, for every 10000 points accumulated, one update will be added to the daily update/limited to the winter vacation)

　　

　

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