Infinite spooky game

Chapter 5 Rose Manor ([-]) Murderous ghosts and living people
Qisi put the key in his arms, opened the door, and walked into the room.

The housekeeper said that the key should be kept safe, and that the key might save the player's life at a critical moment. This must not be groundless.

Although I don’t know what the key does for the moment, it’s safer to keep it with you anyway.

In front of you is a guest room of about [-] square meters. The interior is relatively clean. The yellowed wallpaper wraps the walls snugly, barely covering up the water stains and mildew spots that indicate the age.

But the situation is still not optimistic. The decayed and festering ceiling is dotted with black ulcers, and the grass sprouts that break through the ground are like worms on the scars, and they will drip with pus at any time.

Plants that are supposed to symbolize vitality can actually convey such a disgusting feeling that is closely linked to death. When he thinks of its aesthetic and ugly attributes, Ziss can't help but feel excited.

The air is filled with a floating and faint fragrance, which seems to be artificial incense, but also like the original smell of the air, or maybe it is just the synaesthesia brought to the sense of smell by vision.

The room only had an oil lamp on the bedside table as a light source. In the center was a large bed large enough for two people to sleep. To the right of the bed was an ancient desk with some books and notes stacked on it.

Qisi thought of his few experiences playing horror games and guessed that there should be clues hidden inside.

He walked over, ran his pale fingertips across the yellow papyrus cover, picked up the pages, and seemed to think of something, and paused in the air.

After a few breaths, his fingers moved slightly, but in the end he just casually flipped through the notebook on the top without further reading or exploration.

Just now, Zeiss had noticed that there was no clock in the room, nor anything that could mark the exact time.

This is very unusual.

You know, the rules on the system interface emphasize the importance of "time" in every possible way, and mechanical clocks are placed in eye-catching places on the first and second floors of the castle...

"Is it such a clear reminder?" Qisi took a few steps back and turned his head slightly.

To the left of the bed is a dusty floor-to-ceiling window. The colored glass that has not been wiped for a long time seems to be covered with a layer of mist. Through the translucent material, you can vaguely see the sea of ​​roses in the garden.

The plants are too dense, and the flowers and leaves are entangled and covered with each other, always giving people an early warning of what is hidden under the branches and leaves.

Previously, Qisi thought that the entire castle had no windows, and that the dark atmosphere might be due to the fact that it had not been exposed to light for many years.

I don't want to see the gloomy sky outside the window and the shadows cast by the large roses, but it will make people feel more ghostly and send chills down my spine.

Fortunately, the room was equipped with curtains, and Qisi closed the curtains without hesitation, out of sight and out of mind.

He tilted his head and thought for a while. Considering that there are often scenes in horror movies where the curtains are blown open by the dark wind, he dragged the stool next to the desk and pressed it against the curtains.

Then, he checked the crack in the door again and confirmed that after locking the door, there was no mechanism that could be opened from the outside.

Still not very relieved, but there is not enough time.

Keith reluctantly gave up on a more comprehensive examination, sighed and lay down on the bed with all his clothes on.

He has always been extremely suspicious.

Maybe it's because he's seen too much darkness, or maybe he's not a bright person himself, so his external behavior is extremely cautious.

This has indeed helped him avoid many dangers.

Lin Chen followed Qisi into the room. He was still exploring around as usual, but when he turned around, he saw Qisi lying down first, and he was suddenly shocked.

"Huh? Shouldn't we look for clues first?"

Qiss lay on his back and read expressionlessly: "Rule number one, when you are awake, make sure you know the exact time at all times."

Lin Chen was not a fool. He immediately understood the logical relationship and quickly looked around.

Sure enough, there wasn't a clock in the room.

Yes, staying outside at night means danger, and you can't know the exact time in the room. The safest way is to sleep until dawn.

Lin Chen woke up like a dream, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Seeing that Qi Si only occupied half of the bed, leaving enough space, he carefully took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.

From the beginning to the end, he deliberately kept a distance from Qiss, as if he was afraid of bumping into each other and causing unpleasantness.

Qi Si noticed this and had a clear understanding of Lin Chen's psychology.

This is a very simple person who has not experienced too many dangers in society, and is thrown into a weird game without warning, so he is inevitably at a loss.

At this time, Ziss, the only one who stood up to convey goodwill, would undoubtedly be regarded as a life-saving straw by him, and was an existence that he must follow and please.

This is somewhat similar to the "suspension bridge effect" in psychology, a kind of pathological self-PUA.

Qisi is not a psychiatrist and has no intention of correcting Lin Chen's weak psychology.

On the contrary, the current direction is completely in line with his expectations.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled narrowly: "Lin Chen, actually there is a reason why I chose to share a room with you."

"what reason?"

The real reason is that we are both newcomers and are not afraid of being seen through...

Qi Si replied in his heart, but made a nonsensical joke on his mouth: "Probably because your name is very similar to the protagonist of the novel, I think it's worth investing in it."

These words sounded like great relief, but a little too warm on the pale and cold background of the weird game.

Lin Chen blinked his eyes twice, and after a while he gave a smirk awkwardly: "Uh...is there?"

An inconsequential joke can help shorten the psychological distance and reduce the barriers between strangers.

But on this basis, too much dialogue seems deliberate, and it will arouse the vigilance of the other party.

Keith is well versed in psychology and has a good grasp of the scale of words.

He turned his back, pulled the sheet to cover himself, and said calmly: "Classmate Lin Chen, if you have anything to say, we can talk about it tomorrow. Now I suggest you fall asleep immediately to avoid violating the rules."

Lin Chen: "Yeah!"

When Qi Si waited for him to lie down, he lay on his side, propped up half of his body, and went to blow on the oil lamp by the bed.

A wick of light flickered only twice before disappearing, leaving only darkness that could not be seen.

The darkness that linked all the sights and fears quickly filled the entire space, and Lin Chen's trembling voice sounded from behind: "Qi...Brother Qi, I'm a little panicked, I can't sleep..."

He is the most normal ordinary person. He has lived in the ivory tower for 20 years. Once he is involved in a horror game that he will die if he does not pass the level, it is strange that he can fall asleep on the first night.

Even though he didn't burst into tears or wet his pants, he was already of higher quality than many newcomers.

Those who are as calm as Qi Si are, after all, a minority.

"There is nothing to be afraid of." Ziss, who was in the minority non-human category, said with closed eyes, "I have tested it before and found out that Miss Anna is a living person... Do you still remember the seventh rule?"

Lin Chen recalled it for two seconds, and asked hesitantly: "Only ghosts can kill humans, so Miss Anna can't do anything about us?"

Keith: "Well, so sleep peacefully."

10 minute later.

Lin Chen muttered pitifully: "Qi...Brother Qi, I still can't sleep..."

Anyone who is thrown into such a terrifying game that can kill people would not be able to sleep peacefully on the first day, right?

Feeling Lin Chen's fear as vivid as a lamp, Qisi opened his eyes in the darkness and let out a long sigh. The irritability in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

He stroked the bracelet on his right wrist, and small tools such as blades, iron wires, and silver needles were changed on his fingertips, and finally replaced by a small blunt awl.

He ordered: "Turn your back."

"Oh." Lin Chen didn't understand why, but he did it anyway.

The next second, Qisi pierced his Fengchi point with an awl.

Seeing that this weak-looking guy finally passed out successfully, Qisi took back the crime tools with satisfaction and closed his eyes again.

In the dark silence, only shallow breathing could be heard.

At the bottom of Qisi's ocean of thinking, four lines of blood-colored text were slowly intertwined, taking root in the memory as if they were alive.

【My chest is rotten】

【Flesh and blood spread on the ground】

【The rose lives here】

【Tomorrow together we will live forever】

He had flipped through the notebook on the desk casually before. Although he didn't read it carefully, he still remembered a few words, including these four lines of poems transcribed on the title page of the notebook.

Just one glance and you can't forget it.

What is the meaning of these four lines?What does it have to do with the world view of the dungeon?
Zeiss had some vague guesses, but there was always a key clue to connect those fragmented thoughts together.

He thought in vain, and unconsciously fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)