Infinite spooky game

Chapter 169 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School () "Irreversible Oblivion"

"That kind of writing is dead. Probably no one can read it except the ghosts of the aboriginal people."

At the Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, a female tour guide in black held up a small red flag and waved at a huge cement wall covered with strange patterns.

Only then did Chang Xu realize that those messy ghostly symbols were all words.

The female tour guide turned around and looked at the two players following her with a smile: "Your application form says that you want to read the surviving documents belonging to the aboriginal people. I'm afraid I will have to pour some water on you." Cold water—no one can understand what’s written on it.”

Read...literature? Chang Xu raised his eyebrows in confusion, and a low narration sounded in his ears without warning:

[Your family is deeply troubled by "insomnia", and generations of people have been mired in the pain of being unable to sleep. 】

[You accidentally learned that this disease originated from the curse of the evil god worshiped by the indigenous people. The witchcraft to relieve this curse is spread among the indigenous people. 】

[The culture of the indigenous people has been cut off. Fortunately, some documents belonging to them survived the disaster and are properly preserved in the memorial hall. 】

[What you need to do is to read the information in these documents to provide clues to solve the family's problems. 】

Ziss put all the things that could easily arouse suspicion into the props, lay down on the bed at 3:15 on time, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Germs... Chiss suddenly remembered the poisonous mushrooms he got at the door of the kitchen last night.

He almost forgot about those mushrooms. He didn't think about them until now, which really made him care about them.

Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, third floor, dormitory No. 10.

[Main mission: Reading Aboriginal documents]

She doesn't need to remind her of this. No one will forget about matters of life and death. The players did not dare to neglect, and quickly got out of bed, left the room, and gathered in the corridor.

Ms. Medina's sharp voice boomed in the corridor: "Get up quickly! Don't bring laziness into our school! If you violate school rules again today, I won't let you go like I did yesterday!"

At the same time, two lines of silver-white text were refreshed on the system interface of the two people:
[The main mission has been refreshed]

It seems that "insomnia" is only contagious among male players for the time being, and the time point was probably when they were taking a shower last night.

After hearing the word "reading", the corners of Meng Meng's eyes twitched very obviously. After receiving Chang Xu's questioning gaze, he made a grimace and shook his head slightly.

Meng Meng was naturally aware of the weirdness in it, and looked at the tour guide with a smile: "Ms. Medina, we can leave the documentation matter later. The two of us are here just to try our luck. You can take us briefly first. Let’s go through this memorial hall. We will stay here for several days, so we can’t bother you to come and take us every day.”

But counting the time, it won’t be long before everyone is infected with the disease. Even if the female players intentionally take precautions, Zeiss will find a way to put germs into their food.

Reading...that is to say, not only do you need to recognize it, but you also need to read it?
Because of a certain teammate, Chang Xu had a certain understanding of linguistics and knew that learning a language from scratch was not an easy task; and deciphering "dead words" was an even more impossible task.

He noticed that all the male players had dark circles under their eyes and had been awake all night. The female players were in much better condition. Except for Zhang Yiyu who was yawning sleepily, everyone else was still in good spirits.

Moreover, this mission always feels out of tune with the tone of the weird game...

At four o'clock sharp, the white light of the flashlight came from a distance. After opening the door, he shined a circle on Qisi's face, which was considered as a bed check.

The tour guide smiled and nodded, turned and walked towards an exhibition hall where skulls were displayed in a glass case. He introduced in a sweet voice: "In the custom of the aborigines, the skulls of people are made into decorations and taken with them after death, regardless of men, women, old or young. These They are the skulls of some children who died in Maple Leaf Boarding School. Legend has it that they were once able to sing and speak..."

At six o'clock, the piercing bell rang like crazy for a while, announcing the arrival of a new day.

……

Qisi stood next to Ms. Medina in a pretentious manner, looking at the listless people.

About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Lidong came back in disgrace. After hearing Qisi's long breathing, he quietly climbed to the upper bunk without raising any suspicion.

But where did he put those mushrooms?
Under the gaze of everyone, Qisi took out his backpack from the item list and rummaged through it. I can't find any clues out of thin air, as if a piece of memory has been dug out of my mind.

Signs of forgetfulness appear, becoming more and more obvious as time goes by; now they are just insignificant details, and when the memory of key clues is also blurred, solving the puzzle will become more difficult...

The more Zisi thought about it, the more irritated he became. Ms. Medina next to her was still talking slowly: "I am quite satisfied with your performance just now. It seems that none of you are lazy in bed, which is good! You guys!" You have fallen behind. In the next period of time, I hope you can study advanced culture seriously."

She paused and gave the order in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Number 47 will go to the kitchen immediately to prepare breakfast. The rest will go to the cafeteria to wait. They will read and recite the text before eight o'clock and eat on time at eight o'clock."

"Yes, Ms. Medina." Qiss smiled sincerely, walked quickly through the crowd, and went down to the first floor.

He did not rush to the kitchen, but walked to the corner to the left of the door.

On the dusty wall, there is a wall calendar nailed, the date is [June 1869, 6]. According to the message on the white paper, yesterday was June 2st, and today is of course June 6nd. The data will be destroyed on June 1, and the players’ time is running out...

What makes Zisi more concerned is that with his usual style, it is impossible to miss this place during the investigation. There is only one possibility, that is, he forgot the information after obtaining it...

He seemed to have known that he would forget, so he recorded the information on the page in advance.

But how did he know?

Qisi lowered his head and observed every corner with his eyes.

Everywhere he looked, there were sticky notes stuck to the surface of every object, with various English nouns written in black writing on them: door, wall, floor, calendar, table...

There was once someone who forgot the names of everything, so he used detailed records to fight against amnesia. Once the meaning of the sticky notes is also forgotten, these memories maintained by words will be gone forever...

It is impossible that he failed to notice these details on the first day. It is only possible that after noticing these key points, he irreversibly forgot them...

Zeiss's breathing quickened. He couldn't tell whether it was because of fear of the impending misfortune or gloating about the misfortune of those who had already suffered misfortune.

He took out a pen from his backpack and wrote a word on the palm of his hand: "Forget."

The other players followed Ms. Medina, marched down to the first floor, and turned into the canteen on one side.

Qisi listened to the messy footsteps and walked towards the kitchen along the route in his memory without looking back.

It was already daybreak, and the maple forests and tombs on the hills in the distance were clearly visible. The large green areas were densely piled up, which made people feel suffocating.

Between the cracks in the broken cement blocks at the kitchen door, the mushrooms that Zis had just picked yesterday grew tremblingly again. Overnight, they had grown as long as the palm of their hands, and their blue-white umbrella crowns looked like the eyes of a dead person. With Qisi.

Zeiss also looked at the cluster of mushrooms.

Records say that after the death of an insomniac, the germs will grow into mushrooms in their place.

In other words, people have died in the kitchen, and they were still patients...

The children who were known to be sick were isolated in a solitary room for the next few days. Even if they died of illness, they died in a solitary room. What happened in the kitchen?

Was a certain child released to cook, or... the deceased did not die of illness, but died before isolation?
A human face was slowly outlined on the clustered mushrooms, and gradually gained volume and human shape, rising into a phantom in front of our eyes.

A man with a blurry face was grabbing a brown-skinned little girl by her hair and banging her head against the wall.

The girl cried loudly in words that Ziss couldn't understand, and struggled on all fours, but was restrained by the man, just like a naughty child holding a turtle's shell.

Plasma exploded on the girl's head and soon flowed all over her face. Her struggles gradually became weaker, her limbs drooped softly, and she lost her voice.

Only then did the man let go of his hand, still unsatisfied, and turned to pick off the girl's pants...

Qiss: "..."

Human beings have different hobbies, and he suddenly understood how certain viruses spread.

Fortunately, the eye-catching scene did not last long. It only flashed for two seconds before dissipating into debris and adsorbed on the surface of the mushroom again.

Encountering such an incident so early in the morning, Qisi successfully lost his appetite.

He entered the kitchen with an expressionless face, washed pots and boiled water again and again, then took out his backpack from the item list and started rummaging through it.

He put the poisonous mushrooms he picked at the bottom of his backpack and found them after a little digging. He threw the mushrooms directly into the pot and smashed them up with a spatula.

——Since he has been infected with insomnia, if he wants to die, everyone must die together.

After finishing the poisoning with quick movements, Ziss walked to the right corner without any guilt.

The place was crowded with large and small mushrooms just like yesterday, and after he blinked, it turned into a pile of tomatoes, potatoes and other vegetables.

Qisi grabbed a few vegetables and threw them into the cauldron, and suddenly realized a problem——

The essence of those dishes is undoubtedly related to mushrooms. Everyone ate all the food yesterday, so why didn't anyone get sick immediately?
The file categorically states that mushrooms contain germs, so there should be no mistake. Then there is only one possibility...

Zeiss narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)