Infinite weird games

"Let me tell you, our Shuangxi Town is a first-rate big town. If you look anywhere else, you will see it is in the corners of the poor countryside. You will never find a town as big as ours!"

The hoarse sound was like a brush rubbing against the bark of a tree, ringing happily around me, accompanied by the "swishing" sound of a wooden paddle hitting the water.

Qisi opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a raft. Standing in front of him was a skinny little old man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a wooden oar and paddling.

The raft floated on the black-green river water, moving forward slowly and steadily.

The old man who was punting the boat was quite talkative and kept talking: "I'll tell you again, our Feng Shui is good every drop. We rely on water to gather wealth, and the wealth will not be revealed. This river is full of energy. You are allowed in but not allowed out. The wealth comes in, but nothing can escape. This river is such that ordinary people can’t come, and they don’t dare to come!”

Is Chinese style scary?

Qisi looked at the noisy old man who was so thin that he had only a handful of bones left, and suddenly wanted to push him to see if he could swim.

He put his hands into his trouser pockets and put on a gentle and harmless smile on his lips: "Old man, isn't the river too narrow? If two boats come in and out, wouldn't they get stuck?"

As he spoke, he lowered his gaze and saw a name tag hanging around his neck with the words "Folklore Investigator" written on it, which should be his identity in this copy.

The plastic card sleeve wrapped with the famous brand was thick and bulging, and it seemed like something was stuck in it.

The old man said: "Didn't the nest say that no living person is allowed in or out of this river? If you want to go out, take the dry road."

"Is there something special about it?" Qisi casually lifted up the name tag hanging on his chest and glanced down.

There is a stack of photos on the back of the name tag, and the top is a group photo of a girl in her early twenties holding the hand of a young man in a white shirt, smiling sweetly.

The girl on the left has long hair, a baby face that is as white as plaster on the wall, her lips are also white, her eyebrows are so light that they are almost invisible, and only her eyes are a thick black circle that cannot see the light.

The young man on the right is Qisi himself. To be precise, he is the unknown guy holding Qisi’s face. He is making an expression that Qisi is not familiar with, with a look of happiness that is dazzled by love. It aroused the righteous owner's spiritual obsessiveness.

Qisi lowered his eyes and kept talking: "We specialize in the study of folk culture. Uncle, please tell us about anything you know. When the time comes to start the tourism industry, it will be easy to take these into consideration."

The old man snorted and said, "What's so important about it? We all have to go the same way and don't run into each other?"

What a simple and unpretentious answer...

Qisi was a little disappointed, and then he heard the old man lower his voice and say mysteriously: "If I really want to ask for an explanation, I can tell you one, two, three, four..."

His voice was gloomy and slurred, as if he had phlegm in his mouth: "Water belongs to yin, and the water channel is the yin road. The yin road enters and the yang road comes out. Humans and ghosts take different paths, and life and death are different paths..."

White mist curled up in front of me, and the wet vapor hit my face and rushed into my nose, giving me a sticky suffocating feeling.

Silver-white text appeared before his eyes, accompanied by an emotionless electronic sound.

[Copy Name: "Double Happiness Town\