Infinite spooky game

Chapter 69
It was already twelve o'clock when we arrived at our hometown in the countryside. Qi Si got out of the taxi and walked straight to the direction of the old house in his memory.

Along the way, I met some working villagers here and there, most of them with unfamiliar faces, and they furtively looked at this uninvited guest.

There are also a few people who are familiar with each other, and they are discussing earnestly: "It's that one who killed his parents and killed a whole family..."

The countryside of this era has reached its twilight, leaving only broken bricks and dead grass like skin scraps and white hair, as well as boundless loneliness and desolation.

Qi Si hadn't been back for a long time, but he quickly locked in a crooked old house, the two-story building that was refurbished six years ago.

He walked over and took the key to insert the keyhole, but he didn't insert it for a while, only to find that the door had been replaced with a new lock.

The situation became interesting. Qis pursed the corners of his lips to suppress an inappropriate smile, and pulled out the thin wire from the bracelet to pry open the lock.

It was meal time, and a large family was sitting at the dining table in the door; a child about three or four years old was sitting in a toy car, driving back and forth by the door.

At the moment Qis pushed the door and entered, everyone was stunned visibly.

Several adults were the first to react, stood up one after another, and walked towards the door with unfriendly expressions.

Before they rolled up their sleeves, Qi Si had already picked up the collar of the child next to him, wrapped it in his arms, and said with a half-smile: "I don't remember when I sold or rented out this house."

Maybe he finally remembered the identity of the visitor, or maybe the way the young man held the child was too scary. The woman at the dining table quickly said with a complacent smile: "Oh, it's you who's back? We're all neighbors, why are we so different?" ? Isn’t this because my aunt sees that you are away from home all year round, and is afraid that the house will not be clean if it is empty for a long time, so she will come over to help you when she has time. "

"Really?" Qi Si also smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, but with my uncle's family watching here, I am already at ease, and I don't need to trouble others anymore."

Ignoring the weird expressions of these people, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked humbly: "By the way, I came back to relocate a grave for them. Is there anything I need to report?"

"This... you also know the rules. Don't move the person easily after they are buried. Otherwise, it will not only ruin the family's luck, but also harm the feng shui of the neighbors."

"so?"

"If you really want to do this, just hold a pig-killing feast and give everyone in the village a red envelope worth 800 or [-] yuan..."

"It's such a trouble, let's forget it." Qi Si bent down and put the frightened child in his arms on the ground.

He turned around and went out. After crossing the threshold, he turned back and smiled: "By the way, if you really want to live here, please remember to clean up the house. When my cousin was carried out, there was corpse oil all over the floor."

As one wished, the faces of several people became even uglier.

Thinking that the whole family might not be able to eat anymore, Qi Si's originally irritable mood became better.

He kindly closed the door tightly and made a call.

That afternoon, the Jincheng Funeral Law Enforcement Team received dozens of reports: Many families in Qijia Village were buried illegally and occupied farmland and homestead resources. We hope that the relevant departments will solve it as soon as possible...

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On the afternoon of March 3th, Qi Si was sitting at home in Jiangcheng, eating instant noodles, and took a phone call by the way.

The person on the phone said coldly: "Mr. Qi, this is the Jincheng Funeral Law Enforcement Team. After investigation, your family has illegal burials. Please complete the rectification before April 4, otherwise it will be enforced."

On January 2029, 1, the federal government revised the "Funeral Management Regulations", requiring citizens from all over the world to unconditionally change from burial to cremation. The intensity is staggering.Thinking about it now, it should be to deal with some weird events that exist in reality, and intend to solve the problem directly from the root cause.

However, there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. Many villages adhere to the established family rules and customs, and still cover each other and carry out burials in secret.If it wasn't for Qi Si's righteous killing of relatives and a wave of reports, the law enforcement team might not have thought that someone was buried in the corner of Houshan Tiantian.

"Mr. Qi, this is our job, I hope you can cooperate." The tone of the other party is unquestionable.

Qi Si put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "You guys just burn it, and just scatter the ashes on the ground. It's troublesome."

"?"

"My grandparents and my uncle's family care about returning fallen leaves to their roots, so let them rest in the soil where they were born." Qi Si said in a sad tone, and then hung up the phone neatly.After a few mouthfuls of instant noodles, he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and saw the bright sun hanging outside through the glass window.

The afternoon sun slanted into the house, casting orange-yellow slender squares on the floor. Qi Si raised his hand to cover his eyes, his eyes dim.

The golden light reflected from the pillbox-like bungalows in the distance spreads to the sky one after another, just like a golden ocean.

The young man lowered his head and saw his own shadow cast on the ground, stretched so thin and long that he couldn't see a human appearance.

There are still two days before the deadline for entering the dungeon, but there seems to be nothing else to do at the moment.

Qisi retreated a few steps into the shadow of the living room, sat on the sofa, put the mobile phone beside him and played random songs, leaned his head back, and let his consciousness sink into drowsiness.

"Als wir den Anker warfen war es himmlische Ruh'..."

Amidst the drifting singing voice, a cold and clear electronic voice sounded at the bottom of my mind:

【Returning to game space】

In the ruined temple filled with smoke and dust, Qiss opened his eyes on a high-backed chair.

The long black stone carved table in front of me is still diligently playing the death scenes of other players, and the full-length mirror on the left reflects the profile of the young man, and slowly condenses a line of constantly changing countdown:
[Left until forced loading of the instance: 2 days, 5 hours, 47 minutes and 26 seconds]

Keith put the pocket watch of fate into his trouser pocket, got up from the high-back chair, and stepped into the black vortex rippling from the mirror as before.

[You have become an official player. Do you want to spend points to select a specific copy to enter? 】

[Remarks: After selecting the dungeon, you can experience the whole dungeon process, but you cannot get points rewards, unlock endings and achievements]

Zisi learned from the forum that many players were forced to enter the game. After the countdown ended, they were happy to spend points to enter a safer copy and survive in the world.

There are also some theoretical players who will repeatedly brush some difficult dungeons in order to understand all the mechanisms, or create strategies in exchange for benefits, or just to satisfy the desire for exploration and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Of course, there are still a small number of psychologically distorted old players who will specifically enter the novice dungeon to kill newcomers for fun.

However, the points required to designate a dungeon are often expensive, and the fun it brings is far lower than the cost.Qi Si hates deals with low cost performance. In his opinion, it is more interesting to play with players of the same level than to torture the crying rookies.

"No need." He said, pondered for a moment, and added, "If I don't take the initiative in the future, you don't have to ask anymore."

[Default settings have been saved for you]

[You performed well in the novice pool copy and obtained the qualification to live broadcast. Do you want to start the live broadcast? 】

Zeiss: "No."

He does have a strong desire to perform, but he has always been only willing to be a director who plans grand dance dramas, and has no interest in being a monkey on stage to grandstand.

The anti-intellectual wave can carry or capsize a boat, and both the supply and demand sides caught up in it are fuel for the carnival.There are always people who think they can guide public opinion and become opinion leaders; how do they know that they are not puppets pushed to the stage by people behind the scenes?

Labeling, fragmentation, entertainment... If all these are part of the "evil", Qi Si just wants to be a hyena hidden in the dark and enjoy this sacrifice seasoned with blood.

[Default settings have been saved for you]

[Copy is being randomly generated...]

[Copy loading... Loading completed]

　Thanks for the reward of 500 dots if you are the one, and 100 dots for fans!Thanks to Jiange Tianqi, Weiyu 233, and book friends 20191219151144628 for their monthly tickets! (I don’t mean to diss the live broadcast article in this chapter, I just want to express my attitude. This book will not engage in live broadcast word count/live broadcast settings for other purposes, and it is related to the "behind the scenes" cake I drew before hehehe)

　　
　
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