Infinite weird games

The heavy body jumped up,

The flying soul crashed to the ground.

——"Volume 1·Spirit and Flesh"

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The smell of blood is exciting.

Qiss leaned back on the high-backed chair and took a deep breath, letting the rich and fresh smell of blood fill his lungs.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with very light lip color, dark eyebrows, and a shiny silver bracelet on his right wrist.

At this moment, he was holding a scalpel, and the thin calluses of his fingertips gently scratched the blade, wiping away the blood on the side of the blade.

"Believe me, I won't call the police. Please let me go..."

In front of Qiss, a man was tied to a chair with a rope, begging angrily.

There were several neat stab wounds on the man's body, and blood continued to seep out, making him become polite from the initial arrogance and rudeness, and he was able to communicate calmly.

"It's not impossible to let you go. After all, there is no life-or-death enmity between us."

Qiss smiled, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend who had been away for many years: "To be honest, your sudden visit does not make me angry. In fact, I investigated you a long time ago."

Under the man's confused eyes, he read slowly: "Liu Ajiu was imprisoned on March 9, 2031 for child trafficking. He was acquitted on November 21 of the same year due to insufficient evidence. "

"On May 13, 2031, he suffered a sudden cardiac disease in prison and was declared critically ill. He improved after one day in the hospital. He entered the hospital for the last physical examination on January 19, 2035, and the results showed that the family's hereditary heart disease had been cured without any reason."

"It's worth mentioning that you paid a lot of money to have hackers delete the medical examination records. I'm curious, what exactly do you want to hide?"

As Ziss told the story, the expression on the man's face changed from doubt and confusion to one of horror in a few seconds: "You...who are you?"

Qisi looked down at the man and sighed: "Don't be so afraid. Apart from you, I have also investigated many people. Before today, you were not the most special one."

"Since four years ago, you have been collecting extensive information about strange events and squandering all your family property, acting like a desperado."

"I have reason to suspect that you have some kind of adventure: an adventure that requires a certain amount of risk but can yield considerable returns."

Not long ago, Ziss was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and doctors said he would have no more than three years left.

At that time, by chance, he discovered some people who were suspected of being involved in supernatural events and benefited from them.

With nothing to do, he dug deep along the branches and vines with the idea of ​​"it won't hurt to give it a try", and picked out those who were alone without fathers and mothers, and included them in a group that "can be captured and studied in the future." List.

And the man in front of him named "Liu Ajiu" happened to be on the list. He was the type who wouldn't attract much attention even if he was killed.

Chiss had not planned to take action so soon. He is accustomed to peeping in the shadows like a poisonous snake, patiently and carefully selecting the most suitable prey.

But he didn't expect that a man would break into the studio where he made and collected specimens with a gun and a bad attitude.

Half an hour ago, the man put a gun to Zis's head and muttered like a psychopath: "I have no other choice. You're in trouble, tell me where the cash is!"

Ziss had no cash and didn't understand why someone would come to a barren suburb to rob, so he chose an abandoned warehouse with a shabby appearance.

He had to raise his hands, making a scared look, and sneak attacked the man after he relaxed, spending a lot of effort to tie him to the chair.

Qisi stepped down from the high-backed chair, put the scalpel in his hand on the man's neck, and continued to seduce: "A person like you will die in vain; come here, tell me everything you know, and maybe I can stay." Your life."

He suddenly flipped his wrist, pointed the handle of the knife at the wound on the man's shoulder and pressed it, which elicited a scream like a donkey whose kidneys had been stepped on.

He tilted his head, his attitude innocent and sincere: "So, Liu Ajiu, what is your choice?"

The man's head suddenly raised and then fell. After a while, his lips trembled and he spat out a string of phrases with unclear meaning: "Not selected...can't know...can't tell..."

The language is choppy, and key words seem to have been deliberately erased with an eraser.

Qis suddenly realized: "You mean, you are unable to tell me the information I want to know because of some kind of power, right?"

The man kept nodding, almost begging humbly: "Let me go, and I can help you find a way to let you in..."

After another string of silenced words, Qiss tilted his head and tapped the side of his leg with his fingers, as if he was seriously weighing the other party's proposal.

Time passed by, and under the man's expectant gaze, Qisi smiled: "You forgot to put on your shoe covers after entering."

The man noticed the undisguised malice behind the words, his eyes widened in horror, and he was about to scream.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Ziss could only smash his tongue with a dagger, and then stabbed him through the heart, letting him die happily.

Blood splattered, and looking at the man's dead eyes, Qisi was in a good mood, stroking his chin and thinking about how to deal with the body.

Without warning, an emotionless electronic sound sounded at the bottom of my mind:

[The death of the contracted player has been detected, and nearby qualified humans are being screened]

Fog started to appear in the small space at some point, and the clusters of gray fog obscured the light by several degrees, making it appear as if the sky was about to get dark.

Hallucinations grew in the haze, and Qiss saw a black metal card floating looming in front of the man.

The card surface is engraved with hot gold lines, and if you look closely, it looks like the branches of a giant tree. It flows like life as the light fades, seeming to connect to another world.

Qisi raised his hand and grabbed the metal card in his hand, and seven large silver-white characters appeared in front of his eyes:

[Weird Game Invitation]

Weird game? What's this?

Qisi's eyes lingered on the unfamiliar noun.

As if aware of his doubts, countless non-narrative information directly entered his mind, bypassing the cognitive process.

The weird game is created by a being called "Rule", who selects qualified players from all over the world and puts them into dungeons full of weird and weird stories to explore puzzles and complete tasks.

This is a deadly game full of ghosts. If you fail a mission or die in the instance, your existence in the real world will be wiped out.

But dangers and opportunities coexist. Players who successfully clear the dungeon can get a lot of points; as long as they have enough points, they can realize any wish.

Zeiss now understood what the strange experience of the man he killed was.

——He entered the weird game and earned a lot of points by completing tasks, thereby realizing his wishes including destroying evidence and curing heart disease.

[If you kill the player "Liu Ajiu", you can choose whether to inherit his game qualifications]

The cold electronic voice sounded again, asking questions word by word:

[Are you willing to become a player and enter the weird game? 】

Qisi raised his eyelids and asked casually: "Can you cure my disease?"

[In the weird game, you can get everything you want, wealth, power, health... everything]

[And all you need to face and overcome is the fear of weirdness]

The silver-white text is extremely tempting.

Qisi tilted his head, raised his finger and tapped his chin: "How many points do you usually need to wish to cure a terminal illness? How many dungeons do you need to enter?"

[Sign the contract and you will know it when the time comes]

Chiss thought for a while and then asked: "I know very little about your so-called 'weird game'. Can I make a decision in a few days?"

[Please make a decision within five minutes, otherwise you will automatically be deemed to have given up the qualification; you will have all game-related memories erased and will never be selected as a player]

Emphasizing the timeliness and uniqueness of opportunities is a common method of fraud or inducement, just like a trap and scam.

But Qisi felt that he only had the last three years of his life left anyway, and even if he lost everything, he wouldn't lose much.

He was not afraid of dying at the end of a grand dance drama, but he never wanted to disappear from the world due to illness.

In a weird game, death without a whole body or life is worse than death. Any ending is better than a boring death like death from illness.

What's more, existences such as "survival games" and "horror copies" sound very interesting!

All the trade-offs ended in one second, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on Qisi's lips, like a child who discovered a novel toy.

He stared at the silver-white words in the void and repeated clearly: "I am willing to become a player and enter the weird game."

[The contract has been signed and player information has been loaded]

[The copy is loading...Loading completed]

1. Emphasis on puzzles and games, light on horror; emphasis on "suspense" and "reasoning", light on "supernatural"; readers who pursue thrillers should proceed with caution;

2. Ziss is a scumbag, pervert, and born with a dark psychology. The inspiration for his creation comes from Juskind's "Perfume". The aesthetic concept is the same, so normal humans should be cautious;

3. This book is a dark text, between the "interest flow" and the "rabbit flow", more leaning towards the "rabbit flow". The darkness may be similar to that of Gu, so those who don't accept it should be careful before entering;

4. The author often changes the text and hopes to support the original version. All plots shall be subject to the original version;

5. The author loves to generate electricity. He is not a eunuch, but the update will not be very fast (refer to the three scum), so please proceed with caution;

6. This book is strictly an OC text. Suggestions and bugs are welcome, but any advice from above is declined.