Infinite spooky game

Chapter 67 How will Qi Si die?
The full-length mirror serving as the entrance to the dungeon was placed on the left side of the high-backed chair. After Qisi stared at it for a few seconds, the portrait on it was replaced by writing:

[Please open your next dungeon within 7 days, you will be forcibly transferred to the dungeon after the countdown]

Official players can choose the time to enter the dungeon. If Qi Si wants to, he can even complete a dungeon every day, striving to earn 100 million points as soon as possible.

Of course, at present, he does not intend to rush for quick success and consume his enthusiasm.

In front of the high-backed chair is a black stone desk, with strange patterns carved on the corners, which is difficult to discern the meaning; the surface of the top is smooth, and after touching it, a grotesque pattern emerges on the black-gray background. interface.

The layout of the interface is similar to the homepage push interface of the live broadcast software. Small panes are arranged in tight clusters, and in each grid is a player who is exploring the dungeon.

[Welcome to the Weird Game Live Hall, please pay attention to your favorite anchor~]

This is the slogan at the top of the interface, filled with an unspeakable evil taste.

In the live broadcast screen, most of the players remained calm, but a small number of people still cried bitterly, and even collapsed on the ground and begged for mercy from the approaching ghosts.

Although the elimination rate of the third dungeon is as high as 80%, there will always be some fish that slip through the net by luck, and then show their cowardice in the more difficult dungeon.

From time to time, a grid will go black, marking the death of a player, but soon the position of that grid will be filled with new panes.

Keith watched it with interest for a while, and the wonderful death scene, the outpouring of despair, painful emotions, screams and wails of fear, all these elements pleased him very well.

He followed the live broadcast room of a few players who obviously didn't live long, and decided to go into the game space to watch the live broadcast of these unlucky ghosts for a while when he was in a bad mood.

An hour of watching movies, a whole day of fun, a good deal.

[The time you can stay in the game space at a time is 1 hour, and you can spend points to redeem more time]

[Do you want to spend 10 points to exchange for 1 hour of stay? 】

Looking at the prompt text that was refreshed on the system interface, Qisi fell silent.

As a hard currency that can realize players' wishes and exchange for various props, points are difficult to obtain, and once accumulated too much, it will reduce the player's enthusiasm for the game and the difficulty of the game.

In order to prolong the life of the game and squeeze players better, it is very reasonable to design some mechanisms for consuming points.

However, a single consumption is a small number such as 1 point or 10 points, which can easily make players fall into the trap of consumerism.

After all, it was hard to escape from the dungeon, and the peaceful game space was simply a haven for players to rest for nothing.

In this time that belongs entirely to yourself, either reading a book or watching the miserable plight of other players can effectively heal the rifted heart.

The profiteering attributes of weird games were indeed mentioned in the game forum, and these money-consuming places were also specially marked, but Qi Si didn't expect that it would disappear so soon in an hour.

However, as a freelancer, what he lacks most is time.

At that moment, he threw the pocket watch of fate in his shirt pocket onto the desk, and exited the game.

[The game space is cooling down, you can enter again after 24 hours]

……

At the moment of returning to reality, countless memories flooded Qisi's mind.

Everything the nine clones experienced from the first-person perspective, including the tragic death in the end, these experiences that did not belong to him were like what really happened to him. They overlapped and crashed into his ocean of thinking, causing huge waves and then scattered. Densely eating away at his consciousness.

The indifferent design made from God's perspective falls on me, which is far less light than what I feel when I watch from the sidelines.

Pain, despair, remorse, regret... the superposition of negative emotions exceeds the limit that the brain can bear, and is close to the combined experience of the past 22 years.

"Ah ha ha……"

The phantom pain caused by the memory made him sweat profusely in just a second. He curled up twitchingly, gasping for breath, like a fish about to be drowned in the deep sea.

Time passed bit by bit, and even a second was stretched flexibly.

Sweat dripped down the skin and soaked into the sheets, outlining a distorted human figure on the white fabric.

I don't know how long it took, all the discomfort finally subsided, Qi Si gasped and sat up from the bed, seeing the white sky like a dead fish outside the window.

The brightness of the high sky and the blackness of the earth’s surface constitute a sharp contrast when the old photos are exposed. There are row upon row of box-sized bungalows, and the dim yellow street lights that are about to go out are a bit strange for this school of thousands of lights.

"Is this retribution?" The young man was covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, but his voice was calm and gentle, "It's really hard to react..."

The pain tortured the whole person awake, and it was unrealistic to continue sleeping.He could only pick up a change of clothes and go straight to the bathroom.

The hot water is sprinkled, and the steaming heat psychedelic reality and illusion.

In a state of confusion, Qisi looked at the dim mirror and gave a narrow smile: "Fortunately, I started faster in the end and didn't cause No. 9 too much pain... As expected, cutting the neck is more humanitarian. .”

After the pain faded away, the remaining emotions such as surprise, excitement, and enlightenment quietly surfaced. Qisi smacked his lips and recalled his memory about death, and became eager to try again.

What is a less painful and more interesting way to die?That's a good question.

So, after taking a shower and putting on clothes, Ziss went back to the bedroom and picked up a yellowed notebook from the desk next to the bed.

The notebook is not decorated and is covered with a piece of kraft paper. The title page reads in a slightly childish handwriting:

【How will Qi Si die? 】

The first record was written on March 2029, 3.

[1. Car accident?It's too sloppy, and it's a mess to clean up. X]

Turning a few pages back, it is the record on January 2035, 1:

【127. Death from illness, no suspense, boring, boring. X]

Qi Si turned to the latest page, picked up a ballpoint note and wrote down the eight new ways to die provided by the copy of "Dialectical Game", and wrote beside it: 【It hurts, I won't consider it for now. X]

He is a boring person, but he has always had a good habit of recording every bit of inspiration to support his untalented sense of humor.

In addition to this encyclopedia of ways to die that normal people cannot understand, he also has record books such as "Death So Miserably" and "Live Really Humorous", which record the deeds of NPCs such as Chang Xu and others, Miss Anna, etc., which is enough for him to Reminisce when you are bored to make yourself happy.

After reviewing the previous records and storing the faded fun in his memory, Qisi put away his notebook and yawned.

After the curtain call of the grand ballet drama, there is the loneliness of exhaustion, and there is also a kind of exhaustion that invades the bones. After struggling for so long, the body has lost all sleepiness.

The tired consciousness and the sober body mingled in one corner, conveying a distinct sense of tearing, Qi Si looked at the messy sheets, and successfully dispelled the idea of ​​sleep.

He sat on the chair beside the desk, picked up his mobile phone, entered the game forum, and searched for the keyword "dialectical game".

He clicked on the top post.

#Has anyone cleared the copy of "Dialectical Game"?This copy gives me such a strange feeling#
[1st floor (host): I am a freshman in the Chinese Department, and "Dialectical Game" is my third copy.After entering the dungeon, I found that this dungeon is very strange. Not only all my props are banned, but there is no system interface! 】

[Floor 2: What next? 】

[Floor 3: I know that the host is a college student, what happened later, bring it up quickly]

[Fourth Floor (Original): I'm sorry, my mind is still in a mess, please wait for me a moment. 】

[Floor 5 (Owner): This is a question and answer dungeon. Every time you answer a question correctly, you can enter the next room.Didn’t I say before that I majored in Chinese?Those questions are really strange, and they are all related to my professional knowledge, such as the periodization of literary history, and the section of sound and rhythm. If it were not for the weird game, I would have thought I was taking the final exam! 】

[Floor 6: Thank you for sharing, as a college student, I will never dare to skip class again! 】

[Floor 7 (Owner): The weirdest thing is yet to come. In the penultimate room, I saw eight corpses that looked exactly like me.There was a line written on the wall, asking me to find the key from the body and send it to the last room. 】

[Floor 8: What next? 】

[Floor 9 (Owner): I was scared, but I still did it.In the last room, I met someone who looked exactly like me and she wanted to kill me!She and I fought together without weapons, just using the most primitive methods, pulling hair, tearing clothes, biting...]

[The 10th floor (the original poster): Maybe the danger has inspired the potential, I found that my physical strength seems to be inexhaustible.In the end, she couldn't hold on anymore, and I couldn't stop at that time, so I followed my instinct and smashed her head with my hands... I killed her...]

[11th Floor: What ending and achievements were achieved?Let me tell you, the host~]

[The 12th floor (the original poster): Wait a minute, everyone, the takeaway I ordered has arrived, let me go downstairs to get it now.I am hungry when I am scared, haha. 】

After that, the landlord did not reply.

The dynamic stop is May 2031, 5.

　Thanks to Chenyue Huansheng and Guyingkong9527 for their monthly votes! (I will probably revise the previous chapters tonight, I feel like this copy can still be salvaged)
　　
　
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