Infinite spooky game

Chapter 178 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-four) "I'm just a person who is afraid of trouble."

On April 4st, Jin Yusheng organized a game, joined Qisi and a woman who called herself "Xu Ning", and played a script killing game in a tea room.

It was rare for three people to write offline scripts, so the three of them chose to write online as a matter of course, and randomly selected a script called "Three Days Manor" on a simple APP.

Except for tossing coins and throwing dice, there are few truly random choices in the world. Most seemingly random decisions are affected by various factors such as psychological hints, environment, and situation from the moment they occur, and can be guided. and predictions.

The number of three-person scripts was limited, and there were very few characters that happened to be two men and one woman. The ratings were even more polarized. After layers of screening, the three people unanimously made the same choice at that time.

Qisi knew the twists and turns behind the scenes, so he had already anticipated Xu Ning's "open eyes" and understanding of the script information in advance.

This was never a simple game, but some official organizations noticed him and wanted to approach him in a more peaceful way to assess his danger.

Everyone knew what was going on, but they all understood it tacitly. After all, it would be very troublesome to talk about certain things on the table - and Zis was a person who was afraid of trouble.

The script "Three Days Manor" is quite interesting in design.

Three players and an NPC had grudges against each other. By chance, they were trapped in a manor together and killed their enemies at night.

Xu Ning suppressed his smile and said seriously: "You should know that utilitarianism is not advocated."

Every time someone dies, the time in the manor will be reset, and the deceased will lose the memory of their death and be resurrected the next day.

During the review stage, the script asked the final question: "Can the same criminal whose hands are stained with blood escape justice just because the dead are resurrected?"

Chiss also smiled: "What else? Crimes that leave no evidence do not need to be tried. Crimes that have not been tried are perfect crimes. After all, law never equals justice."

"They are afraid of the consequences of immorality, afraid of being feared and guarded by the acquaintance society, and afraid of being judged and executed by public order and good customs. The moral codes of benevolence and righteousness throughout the ages are blackened by the coagulation of blood. If a lunatic or a genius wants to avoid being tied to the stake, So I have to pretend to be crazy and obey the habits of most people."

Zeiss asked, "Why pursue morality?"

In the end, Ziss, as the "murderer", was targeted in a logical way at an extremely appropriate time, announcing the end of the farce.

"Look, you are talking in a moral context again." Qis sighed, turned his wrist, and poured the tea residue on the strainer into the tea tray. "A small question: There is a madman who wants to compete with you to kill people. In Whoever kills the most within the time limit wins. If you win, nothing will happen; if you lose, he will destroy the world. I want to know, how will you choose?"

"You misunderstood." Qisi smiled happily. "I'm not a pervert. What good does killing do to me? After all, I am a person who is afraid of trouble."

It wasn't until the third day that the police came to the manor, breaking the day-to-day cycle; time in the manor no longer resets, and the NPC who died on the last day truly died.

Ning Xu pondered for a moment and did not answer. Instead, he asked word for word: "So, if you were in an infinite flow game like you said, you would choose to kill everyone except you, right?"

Xu Ning shook his head: "But you cannot deny that it is the selfless dedication of generations and the ethical choices of countless people around us that have allowed our society to develop to this point and allow everyone to survive in a generous and peaceful environment."

The three players must find the murderer of the NPC within the specified time, otherwise they will face legal sanctions together.

Qisi paused for a moment, raised his eyes and looked directly into Xu Ning's eyes, with a bright smile: "In an environment with strong mobility and no consequences for doing evil, such as an infinite flow that experiences a new dungeon every seven days and all personnel are randomly assigned. In the game, you only need to kill everyone, and you can easily control the consequences of violating morality within a small range. So, how feasible is morality for utilitarianism?"

"Yes, so I never promote my ideas, nor do I try to persuade those righteous people to become scum like me." Qisi slowly poured the tea into the tea drain, and the light brown liquid turned into scum through the filter. It was so clear that the "gurgling" sound made his words blurry.

“In the past thousands of years and tens of millions of miles around, human beings have been accustomed to abide by morality. This is simply because they are trapped in a very small area in most cases and are kidnapped by communities and ties formed by geography and blood. All behaviors and The choice will be spread among this community and become the consensus of most people."

Xu Ning read the question out and waited for Qisi's answer with a smile.

The smile on Xu Ning's face remained: "Killing for life is an established rule. Regardless of whether it causes substantial consequences, the choice of killing alone is not moral."

"On the contrary, I like those fools who are inflamed with righteous indignation by some empty slogans, and I also admire those martyrs who clearly see through the essence of morality, but are still willing to die like moths to a flame. But I know clearly that I You will never be either of those two things in your life.”

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"When the human species was born, survival instincts and profit-seeking instincts were written in genes. Morality was not written in any cell, but was imposed on everyone because of an illusion called 'habit'. Forcing individuals to give benefits and sacrifice to the group; individuals must suppress their instinctive desires and give up pursuing the greatest interests—but why?”

"I am a person who is afraid of trouble. If you want me to help you kill all the players, you must be willing to give up more benefits."

Qisi's words lingered in his memory. Zhang Yiyu was walking on the way to the cemetery, her thoughts in confusion.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and it seems like raindrops will fall at any time. Tiny water droplets float in the humid air, condensing on the skin and embedding a palpable coolness into the bone marrow.

Figures of people were running around, becoming increasingly clear as Zhang Yiyu moved forward.

The skinny child was wearing a tattered gray school uniform, running and jumping under the gray-white sky, singing a strange song:
"Evil gods and diseases have come and granted me death..."

"All of us are dead and buried in the earth..."

"The yellow flowers and yellow butterflies that saved souls are gone..."

"Little poisonous mushrooms are growing in the soil of our graves..."

"We are devils, so we lose our names forever..."

The lyrics are tossed around, and the inner logic is completely unclear; but just a few keywords that appear frequently are enough to remind people of horrific scenes and make people feel uneasy.

Zhang Yiyu's pace became slower and slower. Green-white mushrooms burst out of the ground under her feet, stretching out tiny claws to block the soles of her feet.

When the wind blows, the mushrooms all over the ground sway into a sea of ​​blue waves, each one singing a strange song a cappella.

The cemetery is just ahead, as if it is the home of all weirdness; the further forward, the more obvious the signs of weirdness become. The breath of death cannot be ignored, and Zhang Yiyu's danger warning beats wildly, bringing the beast's intuition when facing its natural enemies.

She finally stopped, fear entangled her like a web, preventing her from taking even one step forward.

"Why should I save Zeiss? Especially... why must I risk my life to save him?"

"So what if I don't know the follow-up plan? If I follow Jiang Junjue, I will die in the later stages of the dungeon, or be taken into custody by the Investigation Bureau again after leaving the dungeon. If I go forward, I might die in the next second..." Once the idea came up, It spread in patches like aquatic plants, like a sleeping person suddenly awakening from a dream.

Zhang Yiyu remembered that from the time the contract was signed until now, apart from teaching her a set of excuses to hide the cannibalism, Qisi had never provided any substantial help since then.

Qiss didn't even tell her a word about the background and world view of this copy. He completely treated her as a tool to execute orders and kept her in the dark from beginning to end.

Instead, she passed clues to Qiss and helped him mislead other players with wrong information. She walked nervously through the large army and worked for Qiss remotely.

Indeed, she was in a weak position and it would cost more to get Zeiss' help. But the price was too high, far beyond the value that Qisi could bring to her.

Now that Zeiss has lost contact with her, it is probably a disaster. Does she really need to put herself in a dangerous situation just to have another teammate?

After all, it seemed that not only was Ziss no longer able to provide her with decisive help, but he had also almost lost control of her soul - otherwise, why hadn't he done anything to her until now?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yiyu raised her feet and stepped back. It was not that she really saw through Qisi's trick, but that compared to the constraints of the soul contract, the visible ghosts were obviously more terrifying.

She was about to return to the concrete building along the same path, but the next second, a cold dagger was placed on her neck, leaving a bloody mark.

Chen Lidong's drake voice sounded behind his ears: "Little girl, your accomplice pretending to be an NPC asked you to come to the cemetery to find him, right? If my guess is right, he is trapped in there and can't get out, so he even Didn’t you get to class on time?”

After realizing that there might be something wrong with 47, Chen Lidong kept searching for this "NPC boy" in the crowd, but this person seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Combined with Ms. Medina's words, it is basically certain that 47 is the "bad boy" who burned down the archives. Not only did he escape punishment, but he also allowed the player Nobuhiro Yamakawa to die for his crime.

Generally speaking, NPCs will not actively design or kill players outside of the death rules, otherwise the game will be too unfair. Even if Nobuhiro Yamakawa triggered the death point himself, he shouldn't die in a way of "taking the blame"...

Even more suspicious is Zhang Yiyu.

If her mission really included killing the "philanthropist", then it would be easy to identify the corresponding person based on the details. It had been so long since the mission was triggered last night, and it was impossible not to take any action.

Chen Lidong tends to believe that she only learned about the existence of "philanthropist" later, and the source of the information was definitely not the system interface.

Only Zhou Datong and 47 know about the special identity of "philanthropist", and now Zhang Yiyu also knows it. There is a high probability that 47 told the truth; and the NPC has no position to leak the secret to other players.

Unless... 47 is not an NPC at all.

This conclusion was so unbelievable that Chen Lidong was not 100% sure at first.

Until Zhang Yiyu sneaked out of the team, filling in the last piece of the puzzle for his suspicion.

You know, Zhang Yiyu follows the large troops most of the time, and there is no chance that she suddenly remembers any key clues and needs to go out to investigate alone.

Either, she knew some information that the players didn't know through some secret way; or, she went out to find someone, a missing person.

The existence of team-building props is not a secret. Although it seems that only the Xila Guild has a complete production line at present, other players may not be unable to achieve team-building through various methods...

In front of Chen Lidong's eyes, Qisi's various performances from the beginning of the dungeon to now, including the gloomy words "They are all dead and buried in the soil" last night.

Thinking that he was so scared last night that he didn't dare to move, he sneered: "47, you really fooled us around. Seeing how happy you are pretending to be an NPC, I don't know what will happen when I wait for you to be killed. Can I still be in such a good mood for a moment?"

Chen Lidong has always thought highly of himself and has never been fooled like this before. At this moment, he just wants to cut Qisi, who has lied to him all day, into pieces.

He followed Zhang Yiyu closely, broke away from the large army, followed the whole process under the cover of hidden props, and kidnapped the girl in the final stage.

"Tell me, what are you doing here, and what are your plans?" Chen Lidong used his finger to catch the blood droplets on the side of Zhang Yiyu's neck, stared at the red light above and threatened, "This prop is called the [Ring of Truth], next If you lie, it will turn blue and I will kill you.”

Zhang Yiyu's shoulders were trembling, and her voice was trembling: "Si... Si Qi asked me to find tombstone No. 47 and open the coffin behind it."

"Is he in the coffin?"

"It should be... it should be..."

"What is he doing in the coffin?"

"I don't know, I really don't know..." Zhang Yiyu felt that she was extremely unlucky. She had been deceived by Qisi before, but as soon as she woke up, she was caught by Chen Lidong as Qisi's accomplice. It was true that she was unjustly accused.

Seeing Chen Lidong's obviously disbelieving look, she hurriedly defended: "I only met him in this dungeon. He didn't tell me anything, so he forced me to sign a soul contract to work for him... But I just found out, He seems to have lost contact with me and can no longer control me..."

Chen Lidong stared at the ring in his hand. The eerie red light emitted from the jade surface confirmed the authenticity of Zhang Yiyu's words.

Chen Lidong felt a sense of superiority for no reason: the player named "Si Qi" really didn't know how to behave, and he had to use bullying methods to force other players to do things.

Unlike him, he cooked Zhou Datong obediently and called him "Brother Chen" one after another, respecting and worshiping him.

Chen Lidong looked at Zhang Yiyu with a half-smile but not a smile: "You don't know what Si Qi is going to do, so as a witch, you always know the witchcraft to cure diseases, right?"

Zhang Yiyu said pitifully: "I don't know, I don't know anything..."

"How come you don't know anyone when you ask me? Are you trying to bluff me?"

Zhang Yiyu trembled: "Wuwuwu...I really don't know anything..."

"Forget it, you lead the way, I want to see what Si Qi wants to do." Chen Lidong looked at Zhang Yiyu's silent expression and pushed her back.

Zhang Yiyu shrank, looked up at the ghostly figures in front of her, then looked down at the dagger across her neck, and finally made up her mind and moved deeper into the cemetery step by step.

(End of this chapter)