Infinite spooky game

Chapter 8 Rose Manor ([-]) The First Dead and Doubt

Chiss felt the emotion in the scream and made a judgment: "The person is dead."

The imaginary bloody scene and the anticipation of the loss of living life are exciting, his breathing is a little short due to the agitation of his emotions, and he seems to be nervous and frightened.

"Dead... dead?" Lin Chen naturally also heard the movement outside the door, he looked at Qi Si with a white face, and cast a questioning look.

This was already a subconscious behavior. He had been confused and had no idea since he entered the dungeon for a day. He only knew that Qiss was an old player.If you want to survive, it is always right to follow experienced players.

Qi Si had already walked to the door, now he turned the handle and pushed the door out: "Let's go and have a look together."

He has seen many dead people, even touched and manipulated them with his own hands, but this is the first time he has encountered life and death in a weird game.

He was curious about what it was like to die in a weird game.

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the door, the strong smell of blood rushed to the face, and it even temporarily overwhelmed the fragrance of flowers, and mixed with the original disgusting fragrance in the air to form a sweet and greasy smell, clustered on the human body. around.

Qi Si lowered his head and saw a puddle of paint-like blood dripping on the ground a few centimeters before his toes. It had already been half-solidified, and was dripping lifelessly on the ground, barely staining the soles of his shoes.

Lin Chen also saw the blood on the ground, and in the next second, he let out a scream that was exactly the same as Ye Zi's scream, like a rooster whose neck was stepped on.

"You go back first." Qi Si was swept away, and his brows and eyes were a little sleepy.

He stroked the bracelet on his right wrist, and said as calmly as possible: "If you want to throw up, remember to clean it up yourself."

Lin Chen turned around and rushed back to the room as if he had been pardoned, and then there was a burst of vomiting.

The source of the blood was in the center of the flat floor, where a dark shadow suddenly lay. Zou Yan and Ye Zi were looking around the mass.

Qisi carefully followed the edge of the blood stain, walked over, and finally saw clearly what was on the ground.

It was a corpse with blurred flesh and flesh, with an unrecognizable appearance. The skin on the body was cut into small pieces by messy lines, and fluffy tentacles sprouted from the flesh. If you look closely, you can see that they are clearly the roots of plants.

A blooming rose spewed out from the corpse's wide-open mouth, and the thick stems and leaves behind it were inserted straight into the throat, as if the head was used as a flowerpot for planting.

Apart from Ye Zi screaming at the beginning, she still maintained her forced calm at the moment.She whispered to herself: "People died on the first night, I don't know what rules they violated..."

Zou Yan said with relief: "It's not necessarily the player who died, maybe it was the NPC who provided clues?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Si already made a judgment: "The one who died was Brother Shen. He was 183-185 cm tall, with a medium build, and basically matched with Brother Shen."

At the dinner table yesterday, after introducing himself, Qi Si memorized the appearance characteristics of all the players in his mind, and in addition to the special nature of his work on weekdays, he had such a keen intuition about corpses, he was basically sure , the one who died was Shen Ming.

The most experienced of them all, the middle-aged man who briefly played the role of "leader", but was extremely mediocre and didn't have much responsibility.

After listening to Qisi's analysis, Ye Zi retorted like a reflex: "Even if this is the case, it is not necessarily..."

Keith ignored her plan, and knelt down in front of the corpse, took out the napkin from the dining table yesterday from his pocket, wrapped his right hand, and gently picked up the blood-stained rose petals.

He pulled out the forearm-long rose and threw it aside. The thick, semi-coagulated blood slowly flowed out. He closed the corpse's jaw with a knuckle, and caressed the deceased's remains with his long, white fingers.

Zou Yan looked at his movements with a strange look on her face: "Qisi, what are you doing?"

Qisi said without raising his head: "Didn't I tell you that I am a taxidermist? I specialize in dealing with corpses."

Zou Yan: This profession has a wide range of counterparts. Are the specimens you made serious?

While speaking, Qi Si's hands slid and jumped on the corpse's face as if with magic power, and quickly pieced the bloody and broken face together into a human shape, presenting a Shen Ming face in front of the three of them.

The moment Zou Yan saw that face, Zou Yan took a deep breath, and Ye Zi's complexion immediately became as pale as paper, not much better than a corpse.

If there was still some luck before, now there is no room for change.

Shen Ming was an old player who entered the dungeon for the third time. Even he died, but he still died on the first night...

What is the difficulty of this copy?
Qi Si wiped his fingers with a napkin, raised his eyelids, looked around, and asked, "Where's Chang Xu?"

"Chang Xu? I don't think I've seen him all this time. Maybe he's still awake?" Zou Yan said hesitantly.

"As a police officer, your vigilance should not be so low." Qisi raised the corner of his mouth with an unknown smile, "He and Brother Shen live in the same room, so he should know something no matter how bad he is."

People can make associations, and Zis left plenty of room in his words, and even more deliberately hinted and induced.

Ye Zi heard the words and murmured: "Brother Shen is an old player, no matter what happens, he won't fail the first day, unless..."

She swallowed her subsequent words, and in the last second, the door in the corner was opened from the inside, revealing Chang Xu's figure.

He was neatly dressed in black clothes. It was obvious that he had just woken up, or it was unclear how long he had been awake and how much he had heard.

Qi Si narrowed his eyes and stared at Chang Xu's white face that seemed to have been invisible for many years, and asked with a half-smile: "You don't know anything about Brother Shen's death, do you?"

"It's normal for you to suspect me, but Shen Ming's death really has nothing to do with me." Chang Xu seemed to have expected Qi Si to make trouble, his voice was cold and calm, like ice in a deep cellar.

"Last night, an NPC suspected of being Miss Anna knocked on our door. After Shen Ming woke up, he ignored my obstruction and opened the door, as if controlled by a ghost. Miss Anna asked him to help pick a rose, and he agreed."

The concise narration gives people a feeling of indifference. Combined with Chang Xu's expressionless face, people can't help but feel chilled.

Ye Zi clenched her fists and asked tremblingly, "Didn't you think of giving him a hand?"

"I pulled him once, but I didn't pull him." Chang Xu said it as a matter of course, like a machine without emotion, "I have estimated the power balance, if I pull him again, not only will I not be able to save him, but I will also die."

Rational analysis is precisely the most unacceptable thing. The human species has always advocated formalism. Pretentious ineffective rescues and tears of regret without much true feelings are better than Chang Xu's cold words.

Instead, Ye Zi calmed down and let out a cold snort: "These are just your one-sided words, I suspect that you have tampered with it."

Chang Xu: "Oh."

Seeing that the situation was tense, Zou Yan made a timely rescue: "Stop talking, the person is dead. There is no use in doubting each other now. This is a team copy, and I don't think there is any need for Chang Xu to deliberately harm Shen Ming."

Ye Zi remained unyielding, and her tone became fierce: "Team copy? There is no team at all in this game! Everyone is an old player, and they all know the 'guaranteed number of deaths' mechanism. As long as enough people die, the rest will People can pass the customs safely and even get more rewards. Who knows if any of us have this intention?"

Qisi listened quietly and memorized the information in Ye Zi's words in his mind.

I didn't expect the weird game to have such a mechanism full of gu-raising. It seems that the situation needs to be re-analyzed.

Fortunately, he himself lived in isolation, and he didn't report any unrealistic fantasies to things like "companions", and he has been vigilant since entering the instance.

The situation actually didn't change much for him.

It was known that Miss Anna was eyeing him, and if a certain number of people were to die, he would most likely be on the death list.

The longer the time dragged on, the more dangerous it was. His choice was to crack the world view as soon as possible and end the copy.

It's just why Ye Zi's reaction to Brother Shen's death was so intense?
Obviously just met yesterday, this behavior is really a bit suspicious.

Zou Yan pulled Ye Zi's cuff and persuaded: "Rule [-], only ghosts can kill humans. At least in this dungeon, players can't kill each other."

Ye Zi sneered: "Who said you have to do it yourself? All you need to do is hide a few clues and borrow the power of ghosts..."

Chang Xu had been looking down at the corpse on the ground before, but now he suddenly raised his eyes and stared coldly at Ye Zi's eyes: "You seem to know a lot about how to harm people."

Ye Zi: "To each other."

Keith stood aside, enjoying the farce in front of him with leisure.

These players seem to have secrets, and they involve a lot of secrets.

The forces in the strange game may be complicated and not as simple as imagined.

However, these are not things that he can touch now. If he gets involved rashly without the strength, he will only be shattered into pieces.

After Chang Xu said the last sentence, he walked towards the stairs.

Qisi looked at his back, smiled to himself, and followed him.

"Chang Xu, I have a question. After you woke up last night, how did you determine the exact time?"

With a lot of malice in his heart, he deliberately attacked from all angles, directing everyone's suspicions to a certain hapless ghost.

Unexpectedly, Chang Xu did not hide it. Instead, he took out a pocket watch from his arms and threw it towards him with a simple movement.

The moment I picked up the simple copper watch, a trace of coolness seeped into the skin, and lines of prompt words appeared in front of my eyes.

[Name: Destiny Pocket Watch (Broken)]

【Type: Prop】

[Effect: Mark objective time]

[Note: Punctuality is a good quality, especially after the contract is established]

(End of this chapter)