Infinite spooky game

Chapter 38 Meat Eating ([-]) Clues

When Zhao Feng found Ah Xi and handed him the meat that was still stained with blood, the latter showed his teeth as fine as a shark and smiled "hehe".

He tilted his head and said crisply in a childish voice: "Thank you, brother. Let me tell you a story."

When Zhao Feng heard this, his eyes lit up and he couldn't hide his joy.

No wonder this ghost boy couldn't be killed, it turned out to be the NPC who provided the clue.

The pre-prompt reminder is that the truth is contained in the villagers' words, and as long as you tell the truth, you can resist the harm of the villagers.In other words, verbal clues are life-saving charms at critical moments.

Although it is not a profit to exchange a piece of flesh for a life-saving charm, it is still not a loss.

Qi Si stood aside silently, the corner of his mouth curved into an arc.

Well, if Zhao Feng exchanges a piece of meat for a clue, not only will he not lose money, he will also make a lot of money.

Ah Xi cleared her throat and recited in the tone of a children's song:
[My sister and brother went to grandma’s house. The children’s meat was tender and the bones were crispy, and grandma was so greedy that her mouth was watering]

[My sister heard a crunching sound at night and asked grandma what she was eating. Grandma said it was dried peas]

[The next day my brother disappeared, my sister searched and searched, and there were broken bones piled up in the corner]

After reading this, Axi giggled and ran away with the meat, leaving Zhao Feng in a daze.

Zhao Feng looked around and saw Qi Si standing beside the tape recorder with an unpredictable expression, and subconsciously asked: "Brother Chang, this story should be about grandma eating my younger brother, what does it have to do with our dungeon? "

"I don't know." Qi Si said honestly.

The stories Ah Xi tells are very ordinary. At first glance, they sound like an extension of horror stories related to "eating".

Keith had heard another version called "White Lady".It is said that the woman in white ate her grandma, pretended to be a grandma, slept with her sister and younger brother, and then ate the two children mouthful.This is undoubtedly a reprint of the story of Grandma Wolf.

Qi Si didn't feel too much horror about this story. Looking back now, the deepest impression is the cousin who told him the story.

The girl who was always dressed up in fancy clothes liked to poke his eyes with bright red nails, and scolded him viciously: "Sangmen star, debt collector, why haven't you been dragged away by the woman in white?"

The nasty and stupid girl humbly expects to marry Prince Charming, and at the same time vents her grievances to her cousin who is dependent on others. After being abandoned by her boyfriend, she listens to folk taboos and anecdotes, and hangs herself in a red dress... What a rough and old-fashioned story. A tragicomedy.

The long-faded memory was vivid for a moment, and the smile on Qisi's lips became a little gentler. He casually pressed the switch of the recorder in his hand.

"Sister and brother go to grandma's house..."

The nursery rhymes mixed with electromagnetic noise reverberated in the air, probably due to the distortion of the recording, the voice lacked the crispness of children, and appeared low and hoarse, which sounded gloomy and sent chills down the spine.

Zhao Feng twitched his eyes and asked, "Brother Chang, where did you get this tape recorder? What is it for?"

"I came down from the bus, I don't know if it's useful." Qisi stopped smiling and looked up at the center of the courtyard, "If you don't take it, you won't get it."

Zhao Feng suddenly understood why Qisi had so many props on him.

Should it be said that he is from Xila?It is simply "plucking the wild goose's hair"...

In the center of the courtyard, the players have already taken the guys and gathered together.Except for Yang Yundong, who carries a simple knife on his back, and Zhu Ling, who has a dagger on her waist, there are no obvious weapons on the other players.

Qi Si said indifferently: "Let's go there too. Going late will easily arouse suspicion."

Zhao Feng glanced at his left arm, which was wrapped in cloth and still bleeding for no reason.

Although he didn't know if it was because of the dungeon mechanism or something else, he didn't feel much pain at the moment, but he still felt that appearing in the crowd with such a wound would easily attract the attention of other players.

Then, I heard Qisi say in a matter-of-fact tone: "Let's go separately. It's your business to feed the ghosts meat and so on. I didn't trigger such a task, right?"

Zhao Feng: 6.

……

Beside the woodshed, Su Po brought a wooden barrel from nowhere, picked it up on a pole, and prepared to go out.

The wooden barrel exudes a strong smell of blood, and the lid on the top is ajar, making people have no reason to want to take it off to see what's inside.

Zhu Ling took a step forward and asked, "Po Po Su, where are you going?"

Su Po didn't hide anything, and replied, "I'm going to pay my respects at the ancestral hall. If someone dies, I will pay my respects at the ancestral hall, so as to get rid of the disaster."

So you also know that someone is dead?

Zhu Ling coughed twice, and tentatively said: "You have worked hard to entertain us, if there is nothing special, I will go with you, so that I can help you carry some things."

Su Po's complexion changed, she shook her head again and again: "No, outsiders are not allowed in our ancestral hall."

The players looked at each other and saw consideration in their eyes.

The map clearly states the "Ancestral Hall" as a place to be explored, but Su Po clearly forbids players to go there.

It seems that this ancestral hall must be visited, but you have to avoid NPCs.

After Su Po left, Yang Yundong let out a foul breath and said, "Let's go to the village head's house first to settle the matter of the gods and flesh, and then go to the village history museum to see if we can find the background story of this dungeon. The ancestral hall is the last to save money Collided with Su Po."

He said, looking around at everyone: "Does everyone have any objections?"

The second rule requires players to "plan travel routes by themselves", and Yang Yundong is undoubtedly taking this step.

The players are also aware of this, no one intends to argue, and they all agree at this moment.

"No comment!"

"Listen to Brother Yang!"

There is no doubt that Yang Yundong has now become the backbone of this eight-person team.Although Zhu Ling is a heavenly master and is very approachable, in the end it is Yang Yundong who is carrying a big sword and looks more reliable.Last night I took a newcomer like Allen out for a night out, and he still came back alive, which is enough to prove his ability.

Zhao Feng stood next to Yang Yundong, squinting his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.Ziss stood on the edge of the crowd, just shaded by the shadows under the eaves, and did not attract too much unnecessary attention.

"Zhao Feng, where did you go just now? You didn't come to eat breakfast." Noticing Zhao Feng's return to the team, Yang Yundong glanced at him and asked.

Zhao Feng had always felt that Yang Yundong didn't care about his safety, so he naturally said in a bad tone: "Of course I'm thinking of ways to deal with that brat. I have to find meat for him to eat today. I'm not in a hurry. I don't want to." Waiting to die.”

Yang Yundong frowned, his eyes fell on Zhao Feng's left arm.

The layers of wrapped white cloth strips were stained with bright red color, and the faint smell of blood filled the air. It was self-evident.

Yang Yundong would be an idiot if he couldn't figure it out at this point, all his thoughts were twisted into a chaotic ball, it was very annoying, he really wanted to light a cigarette, but unfortunately he didn't have one around.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Feng sneered and said mockingly, "Do you and that kid also need meat? Are you going to cut your own or someone else's?"

As soon as he said this, the air seemed to freeze.

The false safety expectations among players have been shattered, and most people subconsciously follow the path of "cutting other people's flesh".

After all, the risk of injury and reduced mobility caused by cutting one's own flesh will only be greater, and reduced mobility often means death in weird games.

Respecting oneself to others, and then relying on others to refer to oneself, the trust between people is extremely fragile.

Qisi said casually: "This is only the first day. Including Brother Yang, there are three people who have received the task of finding meat for the ghosts. There are still four days, I don't know how much more meat is needed..."

He lowered his eyes, showing just-right hesitation: "If everyone cuts their own flesh, then everyone's mobility will decrease, and the loss will definitely outweigh the gain. Just like Brother Yang, whom we all rely on, we can't waste our state in this kind of place no matter what. The best solution is probably..."

He didn't go on.

Although most of the players here have played the game once, after all, they have been immersed in a society ruled by law for decades, and the established universal values ​​are deeply rooted in their bones, and they will not be completely wiped out for a while.

Their concepts are huddled in the comfort zone of moral demarcation, and it is difficult to glimpse the unadvocated but practical options in the shadow of the blind spot.

And it only takes one opportunity, and they will realize that as long as they are willing to give up some persistence, many problems will be solved.

The players all thought of the best plan from Zeiss.

It is nothing more than choosing a few people as victims, and keeping the others in the best condition to break the game.

But who would be willing to sacrifice?

Yang Yundong took a deep look at Qi Si, his tired eyes slowly swept across the other players, and said word by word: "There are always some things that cannot be done. To be a human being, you must know that when you are doing it, the sky is watching."

Several players looked disdainful.

Commonplace truths inevitably pale in comparison to the bizarre game of life and death.

But in the end no one dared to speak out to refute.

When Qisi heard this, he smiled brightly: "Thank you, Brother Yang, for the tip."

There was a hint of coolness in this smile, and there was not much gratitude in the tone, but a vague chill.

Yang Yundong's eyes were a little deeper. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he only said a short sentence: "Let's go to the village chief's house."

　This may be the only update today, because I received a lot of comments, and I plan to revise the previous article ()

　　
　
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