Infinite spooky game

Chapter 87 Hopeless Sea ([-]) Role - role
When Chang Xu opened his eyes, the bell from the distant bell tower struck the fourth time.

He sat up straight from the bed, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and his waist and back felt suspiciously sore, as if he had been sitting on a hard bench all night.

He was a little confused and turned his head slightly, only to see Qiss sitting on the bed next to him, lowering his head and fiddling with the watch on his left wrist.

A man and a woman stood awkwardly next to them, it was Zhang Hongfeng and Liu Yuhan.

Chang Xu thought for a moment that he was still dreaming, otherwise how could he see such a crowd gathering as soon as he opened his eyes?

He remained calm, cast an inquiring look at Qiss, and asked, "What happened last night?"

The experience in "Rose Manor" had made Chang Xu aware of Chiss's unscrupulous behavior.

Therefore, his first reaction now was that Zis already knew part of the solution and implemented it behind his back.

Qisi raised his eyes to look at him, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then smiled brightly and said: "A lot of interesting things did happen last night, and I did know the world view of this copy..."

Chang Xu pricked up his ears and held his breath.

Then I heard the young man chuckle: "It's a pity that I don't plan to tell you this time."

Chang Xu:......

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhang Hongfeng quickly came to the rescue and said, "Brother Si, if you don't tell me, he probably has his own plans. I have heard before that some things are more dangerous the more you know about them."

Seeing the suspicious look in Chang Xu's eyes, he added: "If it weren't for Brother Si last night, we would have died. I believe he is someone who can do something."

Chang Xu had an intuition that the three people in the room were hiding something from him, and most likely reached some agreement behind his back.But without concrete evidence, it’s hard to push too far.

There was something wrong with everything. Chang Xu looked at Qisi and said in a cold voice: "Didn't you drink the soothing soup last night?"

This is the obvious conclusion.

Qisi didn't give Chang Xu a chance to continue the association. He simply said "hmm" and threw the recorder over: "Didn't someone on the forum summarize it? Weird games generally don't tie the player's life and death to the happiness and anger of an NPC." Go. Let’s please Yuna in exchange for the soothing soup. It must not be the only solution to the death point.”

"I have some guesses about how to spend the night, so I wanted to test it out. If it succeeds, everyone will be happy; if it fails, it will only kill me. By the way, it can also mess up Xi La's plan, so why not?"

Chang Xu suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes flashing: "Why?"

Why would you be willing to risk your life?Didn’t you say yesterday that morality is hypocritical and justice is false?

"What are you thinking about?" Qisi tsked, lowering his eyes and said, "I just want to decipher the world view and improve my performance rating."

Everyone's definition of the value of life is different. In Zis's eyes, if you can't control the overall situation in the most perfect way, you might as well die.

But in the eyes of others, this is a bloody drama that sacrifices oneself for others.

Chang Xu felt for a moment that he had misunderstood Chiss a lot before, and that he might not be as morally weak as he thought.

He was about to say something, but the young man had already stood up, walked straight to the door, and pushed it open.

Zhang Hongfeng and Liu Yuhan were here to avoid trouble. Now that the crisis was over, they didn't want to rely on them. They thanked each other and went out to their respective rooms.

Chang Xu was left alone and messy in the room. He hesitated for a moment, walked a few steps quickly to follow Qisi, and silently started to work behind the scenes.

Compared to the first day, the players all got up relatively early today. Not long after the four bells rang, there was already a line of people standing in the corridor.

Several people's complexions were visibly poor, with sunken eye sockets and droopy eye bags, and they were yawning one after another.

I don't know whether it was because of the stuffiness or because sleepiness was contagious. After standing in the corridor for a while, Qisi felt tired and let out a long yawn.

"You didn't sleep last night, can you hold on?" Chang Xu asked, as if he wanted to express concern, but his tone sounded like an interrogation.

Zis joked: "When I die, I will have plenty of time to catch up on my sleep."

These words sounded very ominous, and Chang Xu vaguely sensed some other meaning, like a hint or subtext.

He didn't quite understand, and was about to ask a question when he heard the young man ask: "Brother Chang, you only sleep for such a short time every day, aren't you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy." Chang Xu didn't know why, but still answered seriously, "When the bell rings ten, you fall asleep, and when you wake up when it strikes four, you can sleep twelve hours a day when converted to a 24-hour clock. And as an adult Seven to nine hours of sleep is enough.”

Qiss was noncommittal and smiled strangely: "You have so much energy."

While the two were talking, Lu Li was supported by the long-haired young man and walked out of the room.

He changed into a suit, and the bleeding on his leg had stopped. Apart from his pale face, he didn't look much different.

After standing firm against the wall, he looked around at the players gathered in the corridor and frowned: "There is one person missing. Where is Hans? Is he not awake yet?"

Zisi remembered that Hans was the white man with stubble on his face. He questioned Lu Li's proposal to live together on the first day, and had an argument with the long-haired young man on the second day. He was a character who refused to accept anyone and liked to mess around.

He doesn't look like he's going to stay in bed. If he doesn't come out right now, he's probably going to be in trouble.

Several players have already reacted and knocked on Hans' door.

The scene was so chaotic that Qiss was too lazy to step forward and join in the fun.

A few seconds later, the door was violently broken open, and he walked into the room blearily among the crowd.Unlike the room where the dead man lived the day before, this room was still dry. The salty smell of the seawater stayed within the normal limit. The players had long been accustomed to it and it was not worth paying attention to at this time.

The faint smell of blood is almost inaudible, and there is no trace of blood visible at first glance. The most conspicuous thing is the mold spots and stains on the wall.

Hans's body lay quietly on the bed, as if asleep.If such a big movement hadn't woken him up, no one would have thought that he was a corpse at this time.

Qiss sniffed the light smell of blood and looked in the direction from which the smell came.

In a shadow-shrouded corner of the room, an extremely inconspicuous hammer lay quietly at an angle, with blood stains still stained on the hammer head that had not had time to be washed off.

Lu Li obviously noticed the hammer, his face changed slightly, and his lips trembled visibly.

The long-haired young man felt something strange about him, understood immediately, helped him walk over, bent down and picked up the hammer.

They were making a lot of noise as they came and went. The other players thought they had made some amazing discovery and gathered around them.

After seeing the bloody hammer, they looked at each other.

Lu Li exhaled a long breath, as if he had used all his strength to maintain his calmness, and said in a harsh voice: "If I feel right, this should be the murder weapon that almost killed me yesterday. There are only hammers of this type. , to smash the back of my head from that angle."

The real murderer who was still being searched for yesterday evening died this morning. No matter how you look at it, this thing seems absurd. It looks like a deliberate plan, with a strong atmosphere of conspiracy behind it.

Some players reluctantly questioned: "Could it be framed?"

Someone immediately said with certainty: "No, it should be him!"

The man came to a conclusion and then rationally analyzed: "I should have thought it was him. If you want to quickly penetrate the victim's skull, you must be at least taller than the victim. There are few of us taller than Professor Lu. He He happens to be the strongest among them."

This remark made in hindsight was well-founded and unanimously recognized by the players.When everyone looked at the corpse on the bed, their eyes had a hint of "a worthy death".

Lu Li motioned to the long-haired young man to help him to the bed.

After standing still, he lifted the sheet from the body and looked at the right side of the body.

Qisi stepped forward and followed Lu Li's gaze. He saw that the right hand of the corpse was strangely twisted, and the skin was mottled with wooden patterns, as if it was not a human hand, but a piece of wood.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a circle of white silk thread wrapped around the little finger of that hand. The texture is flexible, just like the silk thread that pulls the puppet.

"Puppet Master." Lu Li gritted his teeth and spat out three words. His words were mixed with the sound of teeth clashing, whether it was out of hatred or fear.

"I've dealt with him before. Please be careful not to touch the puppet's body... Anyone who touches it may be parasitized by the puppet's threads."

Upon hearing this, the players scrambled to retreat. Some even retreated outside the door, wishing to stay as far away as possible.

Everyone's faces turned ugly.As official players, their ability to collect information is not much worse. They are no strangers to the title Lu Li mentioned.

"Puppet Master? How could it be him?"

"What a bad luck. I didn't reach the dead line at all. I was so free that I matched the dungeon at this point!"

"It's impossible for someone of that level to be here... right?"

The Puppet Master, the president of the Silas Guild who only exists in rumors. His real name, appearance, gender, and abilities are unknown, and all more specific information is shrouded in mystery.

Legends abound about him, but no one has ever been able to come up with actual proof of his existence.It seems that his whole person is just a code name, a totem, born from the Silas Guild.

'Will a person like this who is dedicated to making himself a god end up in trouble himself? '

All the previous warnings and revelations finally came true, like the first drop of rain falling from a gloomy sky.

Qiss wanted to laugh for no reason, but considering the crowds and cluttered eyes, he could only suppress the corners of his lips and show an expression that was uglier than crying. It blended in with the worried faces of other players, so it didn't look out of place.

He thought silently that he and the Silas Guild were really destined.The man who sent him the invitation letter belonged to Xila; the two cannon fodders who died in the first dungeon also belonged to Xila; now that he had become an official player, he unexpectedly met someone from Xila again.

"It's not the puppet master himself." Lu Li regained his composure. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "If he were here, none of us would be alive now."

"What is coming should be just his puppets. They are no different from ordinary players when they are not under his control. He has hundreds or thousands of puppets on hand, and he may not be able to notice us. We just need to clear out all the puppets as soon as possible. ”

Lu Li paused for a moment, and his eyes behind the lens glanced at all the players: "Xila's configuration of the official copy is usually a group of three, which means there are at least two puppets left. Next, you must be careful with each one. People—including me.”

Deathly silence spread like threads in the almost stagnant air.Five people have died, and the remaining ten are in the dark. No one can be trusted.

The pressure brought by the main mission and the dungeon's own mechanism has not been completely relieved, and a new crisis that has been brewing for a long time has been unveiled. No one can maintain a good attitude.

In the silence, Qisi suddenly asked: "How did he die?"

Nine lines of sight focused on him. As if he was unaware, he pointed at the corpse on the bed: "He most likely spent points to enter the designated dungeon. He must have some knowledge of the information about this dungeon before entering. How old does he have to be?" Why did the trash die so inexplicably?"

"Who knows?" The doubt was obvious. Lu Li didn't know what he thought of. He raised his hand to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses and sighed, "The mechanism and weird rules of the dungeon can never be exhausted..."

　Thanks to Broken Yan Wushuang and Crazy Cutting Owl Xi Yi Shuihan for their monthly votes! (To celebrate that the number of comments has exceeded [-] and Si Qibi’s heart has exceeded [-], I decided to update it for three days in a row and post it as proof!)

　　
　
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