Infinite spooky game

Chapter 148 Grand Performance (End) Curtain Call

In the center of the stage, Dong Xiwen, Cynthia and puppet Charlie were sitting at a round table, with a card in front of them.

After Zeiss escaped from the knife, the drama continued; Charlie joined in after admitting his guilt.

The pace of the new play is much faster than that of the first show. Excluding the night part, the process has reached the second act in just half an hour.

Both of them were given a few playing cards by an NPC, and they played the "Crazy Black Jack" that they had played before.

In a three-player game, the first two to achieve a union will have a decisive advantage. As long as the players work together, Charlie can't make waves no matter what.

But when Cynthia proposed to join forces with Dong Xiwen to eliminate Charlie as an NPC, Dong Xiwen hesitated.

It's known that Cynthia likely killed Hansen, but who knows if letting her live until the third act will kill him in the same way in the battle royale segment?

You know, after this woman agreed to "Zhou Ke's" proposal just now, she turned her back and voted for "Zhou Ke"...

But there is no definite evidence, and nothing has happened yet. Do you really want to join forces with NPCs to kill other players in order to survive?

The situation Dong Xiwen is facing now is exactly the same as what Qisi encountered in the second act of the previous game. The difference is that Zis has no morals and can make self-interested choices with peace of mind, but he still has to restrain himself with public order and good customs——

If he really killed Cynthia, what was the difference between him and the egoist he hated?

"Dong Xiwen, I know what you are worried about. I can also tell you truthfully that before voting, I did think about actually killing you in the third act."

Cynthia's words were sincere and her eyes were sincere: "But now the situation has changed. Zhou Ke has stolen the clues and plans to leave us to pass the level alone. Even if I kill you, I won't be able to trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism; if I keep you, I may try to crack it." World view, let’s live together.”

"Zhou Ke has too much advantage. I know him well. He is suspicious and cruel by nature. In order to obtain greater benefits, he will definitely find ways to destroy us. We must unite to deal with him."

Dong Xiwen stared at the cards in front of him and remained silent.

He has a [10] in his hand. Whoever he hands it to will burst the card and lose the game.

It is undeniable that what Cynthia said makes sense.

But refusing to cooperate and teaming up with Charlie to get Cynthia out will undoubtedly reduce the risk to zero and allow him to directly win the show...

Dong Xiwen seemed to be struggling for a long time, but in fact only two seconds passed.

He finally made a decision and pushed the cards in front of him with his fingers: "I choose to hand the cards to..."

"Fuck!"

He screamed out in surprise, because at the moment of his movement, the entire stage shook violently.

The originally dazzling spotlight suddenly flashed crazily as if it had a bad contact, just like the warning before the ghost appeared in the old movie.

The puppet Charlie's movements were frozen at the previous second, as motionless as a real dead thing, and fell to the ground as the stage shook.

Dong Xiwen held on to the edge of the high-backed chair to prevent himself from being thrown out; Cynthia reacted a moment too late, knocked her head on the chair beside her, and hugged the back of the chair tightly to stabilize herself.

The ground began to subside, and the whole thing fell down like an elevator with a broken cable. As it descended rapidly, the gilded ceiling and walls were no longer shiny, and were gradually covered with black charred ash, exuding a pungent burnt smell.

At a certain moment, all the vibrations stopped, and the surrounding scene was only a ruins left after the fire.

A ray of moonlight fell from the gap in the dome overhead, illuminating a small patch of ground not far away.

[The main mission has been refreshed]

[Main mission: Escape from the Scarlet Theater]

Two lines of system prompts were refreshed, and Dong Xiwen finally realized what the blind spot he had subconsciously ignored before.

The main mission is never clear, and performing the repertoire is not the main mission at all!

It is very likely that the dungeon has not really entered the main line until this moment!

Dong Xiwen gasped in shock, his mind going blank.

Cynthia's situation was even worse.

It is not easy for an old man in his seventies to participate in a strange game, let alone encounter many variables in a short period of time.

Her heart was beating wildly, as if it would jump out of her throat at any time, and her eyes were blurry, and she had an intuition that she would faint at any time.

She squinted her eyes to settle her vision, and suddenly she saw Dong Xiwen in front of her with wide eyes, staring directly behind her.

Is there... anything there?

Cynthia was about to turn her head, but the next second, a touch of coldness touched the back of her neck and stroked hard down.

Warm blood spurted out, followed by the knowledge of death. Cynthia opened her mouth to shout, but could only spit out a "gurgling" cough.

The woman's old head hit the table hard, making a muffled sound. The body that lost its support softened, slid down the high-backed chair, and fell onto the scorched earth.

Dong Xiwen watched helplessly as the masked young man put away the bloody blade behind Cynthia. The white shirt was splattered with bright red blood, adding to the bloodlust.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he only came out with a stuttering question: "You...you killed her?"

"Uh-huh." The young man nodded, with a smile in his voice, "The next question is, do you want to live or die?"

……

After signing the contract with Charlie, Ziss offered to ask him to provide some convenience so that he could kill someone easily.

This was not difficult for Charlie. This NPC who ignored human life in every game agreed without even thinking about it.

Like Cynthia, as early as the beginning of the dungeon, Ziss had thought about killing this kindred spirit who had many similar qualities to himself.

At first, I just felt that at this age, this person could survive to the official pool despite being extremely inferior in physical strength and force, and he might very well pose a great threat to him in terms of intelligence.

Then he realized that Cynthia, as a senior federal official and closely related to Kyushu, might cause a lot of trouble. God knows whether she will use her authority to find out something and put Qiss on the wanted list in reality.

As for Cynthia's treacherous vote for him not long ago, this was a dispensable factor for Ziss, but it did not prevent him from settling the accounts together.

"By the way, everyone who dies here will become an audience, right?" Chiss asked Charlie five minutes ago.

Charlie answered in the affirmative.

Old God Qisi nodded and said, "I have a grudge against the person I want to kill later, and we can arrange for a burning or something like that."

Charlie agreed.

Soon after, the two scenes overlapped, and Ziss took advantage of Cynthia's unpreparedness and cut the back of her neck.

As for what will happen after her death, that is not up to Chis.

At this moment, Qisi looked at Dong Xiwen who was stunned in his seat. His face under the mask seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Sign a contract with me. I will not kill you and will take you through the customs."

Dong Xiwen belongs to the type that can be killed or not, but there must be something special about him being able to enter the official pool as a newcomer.

During the process of this dungeon, Qisi studied Dong Xiwen a lot, and found that besides talking a lot, there was nothing special about this person.

If he had encountered similar people in the past, Qisi would definitely kill them all out of consideration to solve the problem.

But based on Chang Xu's experience, he was always vaguely worried that a god would appear from the corner of the corner and claim Dong Xiwen, saying he was the stupid boy he had bet on.

If this is the case, killing someone may not result in a complete death. Instead, it will create hatred and cause endless trouble.

Having been targeted by an invincible guy, Chiswan didn't want to continue poking at the cockroach nest. Taken together, it is more cost-effective to use contracts to control people, as it is simple, convenient and hygienic.

Dong Xiwen didn't know Qisi's considerations, and he couldn't understand why this perverted murderer would spare him.

The clown mask covered in oil paint obscured all facial expressions, making the young man look funny and unpredictable. The blood stains on his clothes gave him a sense of horror from a violent aesthetic movie, making him dare not say too much.

Dong Xiwen swallowed and asked, "What contract?"

Qisi snapped his fingers, and rain of blood fell from the sky.

Countless fine blood beads were suspended in front of Dong Xiwen's body, intertwined and condensed into phantoms of the contract scroll.

Golden embroidery thread wrote the terms of mortgaging the soul on the red paper, and a gilded quill hovered near Dong Xiwen's hand, urging him to sign his name. Dong Xiwen held the quill and read the unequal treaty on the long scroll several times, sweating profusely: "Brother, you are more evil than an evil god, and more capitalist than a capitalist..."

Zeiss turned his masked face towards him and asked seriously: "So do you want to die?"

"...I'll sign." Dong Xiwen signed the contract with a sad face and kept talking, "Brother, let's talk about it. You said that the points will be allocated to you in the future. Can you give an approximate number? That's fine. Let me be mentally prepared..."

The bright red long scroll scattered into blood beads at the moment when the last stroke of the signature was completed, scattering into the void in all directions.

Qisi also learned Dong Xiwen's real name at that moment - Dong Zixi.

"Your brother's name is Dong Ziwen?" Qisi asked.

Dong Zixi was stunned: "How did you know? Does this soul contract also include reading memory?"

Of course the soul contract cannot read memories, at least not yet. The name is pretty easy to guess based on the pseudonym.

Without comment, Ziss bent down and turned Cynthia's body over, dug out the cloth bag containing the props from the interlayer of her dress, took out a short knife, and touched her heart a few times.

In addition to a few useful weapons, there is also a special prop called [Heart of Power] in the cloth bag. The positive effect is that it is easier to gain the respect of others, but the negative effect is that it amplifies emotional flaws.

Zeiss only glanced at it before throwing it on the table.

He really couldn't tell whether this thing was useful or not. At least in the game that just ended, the players didn't show much respect for Cynthia...

There are many scattered props, including a small bottle of sleeping pills, which are said to help players fall asleep quickly.

Many dungeons are prone to accidents if they cannot sleep at night. This item is very useful, but Qiss still threw it aside.

He has always been cautious about medicines. Who knows if this thing is poisonous? Even if it is not poisonous, what if there are any sequelae?

Dong Zixi watched Qisi throw away all the stolen goods with a look of disgust after touching the body, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, you don't want them all? I think there are a few things that are quite good..."

Zeiss sneered: "If you are not afraid of being found by people from the Federation in the future, you can pick a few items and take them with you."

Dong Zixi understood the implication and was speechless: "This can't be possible. Could it be possible that they will also install tracking devices on the props?"

"Who knows?"

Qisi squinted his eyes slightly and stared at the pile of objects on the table, inexplicably beginning to miss Hansen who died tragically.

This guy should have had a few good things in his possession, but it was a pity that he died at the wrong time. His whole person and his wealth were burned down by fire. It was a pity.

The same goes for Cynthia. She boasted so much about herself, but the props were all tattered. Even if there was a [Destiny Pocket Watch], he was willing to take the risk and accept it...

Qi Siwu felt sorry for himself for a while, then turned and walked towards the direction of the moonlight.

Dong Zixi hesitated for two seconds and followed from a distance.

Suddenly there was a crackling sound behind him, and the ancient building seemed to be finally overwhelmed. The charred wooden boards scattered down, closely following the footsteps of the two players.

Qisi did not look back, and walked step by step into the light. When he looked up again, he could no longer see the dome, only a starless sky.

The lone moon casts a pale beam of light, and a pit is particularly conspicuous in the dim light.

Qisi walked over and saw a wooden box with mottled damage and stains lying quietly in the middle of the pit.

The wooden box has been opened, and most of the things that once contained it have been removed, leaving only a papyrus page.

There is no repertoire, no redundant words, only four symbols that do not belong to any language——

[End of Act 3]

Two seconds later, silver-white text refreshed on the system interface.

[The main mission has been completed and the entire world view has been cracked]

[Congratulations to the player for clearing the multiplayer copy "Grand Show"]

[In a grand performance with the world as the stage, the protagonists and supporting actors come and go. After the carnival banquet, the guests dispersed, and you and I were always lonely]

A shadow appeared on the dim background.

Several figures carrying hiking bags and shovels were digging in the mud.

When the shovel hit something hard, a man shouted in surprise: "Found it!"

The figures gathered one after another, raising shovelfuls of dust, exposing the wooden boxes buried underneath.

They opened the wooden box in surprise, carefully took out the pages inside, and read the words on it religiously:

"Play, The Grand Show; Author, Charlie..."

[The playwright waits for the audience's attention, the crowd waits for the God's gaze, and everyone is mediocre and disappears in the world. How can it not be a blessing to get what you want? 】

["Grand Performance" True End-"Lonely Playwright" has been included]

[A copy will be automatically sent out after three minutes]

The breeze blows, and the clothes are fluttering. The matter has settled, the crisis has been resolved, and Dong Zixi finally relaxes.

He looked at Qisi, who was standing quietly aside, and could no longer suppress the curiosity in his heart. He leaned over and said, "Brother, please let me see your true face. Anyway, I signed the contract, even if I know it, Nothing can be leaked."

Qisi was in a good mood, took off his mask and smiled gently at Dong Zixi.

His fair face was covered with more than a dozen hideous bloodstains, crawling all over his face like centipedes.

Dong Zixi suddenly saw such a face and was startled: "Is this an old player? He really wants to do something..."

Qisi said nonsense seriously: "Because I am disfigured, I wear a mask to cover up my appearance."

Dong Zixi: ...At first glance, this wound was cut with a knife after entering the dungeon, right?

Yes, even though Qisi bought a mask and put it on his face, he still felt uneasy.

So, after entering the dungeon, he simply slashed his face with a blade.

Anyway, you can't bring out a copy of the wound, and it will be white if you don't scratch it. It's true that it hurts a little, but it's within an acceptable range.

However, in future copies, Qisi won’t have to abuse himself like this.

One of the transactions with Charlie was to modify the mask props so that they fit more closely with the real human face...

Thinking of this, Qisi raised the corners of his lips with a sincere smile. Of course, with his face, no matter how harmless the smile is, it can only be described as terrifying.

Dong Zixi was shocked by Qisi's cruelty, and thought to himself: He is indeed a perverted murderer, but he doesn't take the ordinary path.

The moonlight was still there, and the two of them had nothing to say. Qisi still stood where he was, while Dong Zixi found a mound to sit down and rest, waiting for the countdown to end.

Qisi asked abruptly: "Have you ever seen a ghost?"

Dong Zixi didn't know why: "Huh? Does it count if I've seen it in the dungeon?"

Chisi was silent.

Just now, he accidentally glanced at Dong Zixi, but saw two shadows on the latter's body.

One is his own image, and the other has a similar appearance to him, but has a gloomy and surly expression, staring directly at Qiss, casting a warning look.

Qisi rubbed his chin and speculated endlessly: Maybe this is the reason why Dong Zixi, as a newcomer, was able to enter the official pool?

Of course - who knows?

　Sure enough... I still haven’t written out the extra points... (However, including the small plot added before, I have actually written 8,000 words today, which is equivalent to two chapters.) Of course, I won’t be so shameless, and I will use that as extra points. More updates, hehehehe... I'll get up early tomorrow morning and try to complete the extra updates I promised everyone!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)