Infinite weird games

The players gathered around Qi Si, their eyes glued to the phone screen.

This was the first time they had encountered a smartphone-like item in a dungeon. If they hadn't considered the possible danger, they would have touched it by now.

The phone didn't have a lock screen password, so Qi Si opened it with a swipe of his finger. The software inside was deleted more cleanly than the initial settings, leaving only four: phone, message, browser, and camera.

Shang Qingbei was closest and saw Qi Si skillfully click on the phone software and turn to the contact page.

There was only one record there, with the note [Xu Wen].

The young man's pale fingers wandered on the dial key, as if he really wanted to press it to try.

God knows what would happen if he made a random call... Shang Qingbei held his breath and almost cried out.

Fortunately, the finger moved away after a few seconds, and swiped back to the message interface, clicking on the only historical message:

[Xu Wen: Come to Shuangxi Town, save me! (2008/8/15)]

The time displayed on the mobile phone is [5:39 pm, August 17, 2008]. It seems that after receiving Xu Wen's distress signal, the group only made some preparations and rushed here without stopping.

Du Xiaoyu whispered: "It's been two days. If there is really a life-threatening situation, it is estimated that she is already dead, right?"

"If she is already dead, then take her body away." Qi Si showed a gentle smile, clicked on the camera album, and called up a strange photo.

The main body of the photo is a completely black coffin. It was taken from a bird's-eye view. The upright wooden coffin looks like a standing person at first glance. The surface of the coffin is engraved with complex runes, and a long nail is nailed in each of the four corners, which looks particularly hideous.

After staying on the photo interface for a while, the mobile phone actually operated automatically, selected the picture, the browser recognized the picture, searched, and clicked on the top entry.

[Soul-suppressing coffin: There are soul-suppressing nails in the four corners, which can ward off evil spirits and suppress ghosts. There is a murderous corpse in the coffin, and the resentment will not dissipate for a long time. Once the coffin is opened, there will be a catastrophe. 】

Qisi glanced at the system interface, and there was no corresponding text refreshed on it.

Is this a clue for players to remember the entry by themselves?

He was about to say something, but the screen flashed twice to exit the search interface and return to the album.

Blood oozed out from the bottom of the coffin in the photo at some point, and a thick pool of blood flowed. The nails at the four corners of the coffin seemed to be pried off by external forces, hanging loosely on the wood, and a thin crack appeared between the coffin lid and the coffin body. A little light was visible in the darkness, as if something inside was sticking to the crack and looking out.

Qisi swiped the interface to the right calmly.

It didn't swipe over at once, and there was only one photo in the album.

In the silence, the incoming call rang suddenly, and the crisp sound of wind chimes rang, which sounded quite weird.

The caller column clearly wrote the words [Xu Wen].

Xu Wen? The person that the main quest asked them to find, who sent a distress message two days ago and had no news in the meantime, and was most likely dead?

Shang Qingbei remembered a bunch of horror stories about phone calls demanding lives, and was about to speak out to stop them, when he saw Qi Si had already hung up the phone neatly.

He had a thousand words stuck in his throat, and turned into a "Huh?"

Qi Si touched his chin and reasoned seriously: "Being able to hang up the phone means that the act of answering the phone does not involve the point of death, and even the information that the phone will tell us is not the key to cracking the world view."

Under the strange eyes of the players, he counted three seconds, called back, and disconnected the hands-free after the call was connected, focusing on a rain and dew.

At the same time, everyone heard a weak and trembling female voice speaking very quickly from the phone: "I'm lost and can't get out. You must ensure your own safety first. Don't trust anyone in Shuangxi Town. They are all ghosts! I will take some photos every day and synchronize them to the phone in your hand. You must be careful. They are all out one by one..." The voice sounded half-dead, breathing more than breathing in, as if it would die completely in the next second. "Xu Wen?" Qi Si called tentatively. After hearing the affirmative answer, he asked: "Is it cold over there?" "Yes, it's very cold, like winter..." Xu Wen said, "I only have seven days. You settle down today and come to me tomorrow..." "Do you know your approximate location? Can you send a location?" "There is no way to locate it. Shuangxi Town does not exist on the map..." "Is that so-" Qi Si stretched out his voice, "Then how do you know that we have arrived?" The voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, without even the sound of breathing, it was surprisingly quiet. Qi Si waited for a few seconds at leisure, and the call was hung up by the other party, leaving a one-minute call record.

He called back again, but unfortunately this time he waited for a long time, and only waited for an electronic female voice [No one answered the number you dialed, please call again later].

"Being able to respond to my question shows that the other end of the phone is not a pre-prepared recording, and Xu Wen still has self-awareness."

Qi Si threw the phone to Du Xiaoyu beside him, sat down on the middle bed, and patiently analyzed: "She called to tell us three important information: First, this is a ghost town, there is a ghost wall, and you can't get out by ordinary methods; second, the weirdness in the photo will manifest, and the longer we stay, the more weirdness we encounter; third, she subjectively feels very cold."

He paused for a moment and looked around at the players: "Do you feel cold now?"

"No, I still think it's hot."

"It's okay, just normal temperature."

The players shook their heads.

Ziss continued: "There are two possibilities: either she is unwell, injured or has a fever, so she feels cold; or she is not in the same place as us."

"And judging from her reaction when she hung up the phone, she most likely hid a lot of things from us. We don't rule out the possibility of having bad intentions when she called us over."

With methodical reasoning and a calm and calm attitude, the players have basically believed that the player in front of them who calls himself "Qi Wen" is definitely a big boss, and can take them all through the level.

Liu Bingding asked hesitantly: "What about the main mission? She has bad intentions, but we have to save her. Isn't this contradictory?"

"Didn't I say it before? If she doesn't cooperate, we will take her body away." Qiss smiled, a smile that was very bright but without warmth, "I have cleared so many dungeons, and the prop reserve is still the same. Yes, it’s not difficult to kill an NPC.”

Now that they have become official players, it is the consensus of most people that the NPC's life is not important, not to mention that it is an NPC that may bring danger.

Just saying the bloody words like this, Qisi, still makes people feel chilly.

Shang Qingbei hugged the English dictionary in his arms a little tighter. If he was a little skeptical about Chiss claiming to be a veteran player of the nineteenth copy, now he is 70% convinced.

It is said that as the number of cleared dungeons increases, the psychology of many players will become more and more distorted, even approaching ghosts. Judging from the mental state of "Qi Wen", it's definitely an experienced player who didn't run away...

"What are you thinking about?" Qisi looked around at the stiff-faced people and said softly, "There is no other way. I still want to save some props and stuff..."

"Oh!"

A scream sounded without warning, interrupting his words.

Du Xiaoyu had been fiddling with the phone since he got it. At this moment, he suddenly jumped back with a look of horror on his face and threw the phone on the bed as if he was electrocuted.

The phone bounced twice and fell upside down on the sheets. Only a faint red light could be seen through the gap.

Du Xiaoyu looked at Qisi and hesitated: "I... I just saw that this phone seemed to be able to connect to the Internet, so... I just searched for something. I didn't expect that thing to pop up..."

Qisi picked up the phone with a black screen and opened it.

What comes into view is a figure wearing a bright red wedding dress, standing in a house draped in red, with a red hijab covering her head, tassels scattered on both sides of the shoulders, blue-black hands exposed from under the long sleeves, red nails long and sharp, Clearly not a living person.

The hands are stretched forward in a twisted manner. I don’t know whether it’s the angle of the photo or some other reason. It always gives people the illusion that they will open the screen and rush out at any time, which makes people feel chilly.

Qisi clicked on the search bar, deleted the word "beauty" entered by Du Xiaoyu, entered the word "weird game", and pressed the search key.

The loaded result is still the same picture.

It seems that, except for specific keywords, the results are the same no matter what you search for.

Qisi pondered for a moment, then heard a muffled "gurgling" sound coming from beside him, as if there was a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat.

He raised his eyes and followed the horrified gazes of the players.

Outside the dusty glass window of the wing, a figure in a red wedding dress stood at some point. She was lying on the glass, as if she wanted to get in...

"Dingling bell...dinging bell...ring..."

In the almost stagnant silence, the distant wind carried the gentle ringing of bells, crisp and quiet, getting closer and closer.

Mrs. Xu's soft voice sounded waveringly: "Xi'er, why are you out? Go back to your room!"

The casual tone was like driving away kittens and puppies, but the bride lying red from head to toe outside the window slipped half a step away, turned around slowly, and walked unsteadily towards the west half of the courtyard.

Only then did the players notice that the bride’s exposed arms were red and flesh-colored, so she was probably not dead.

"They said we wouldn't be allowed to collide with her. Who collided with whom?" Du Xiaoyu spat at the bride's back, "She looks like a ghost and scares me to death..."

He did not continue.

Mrs. Xu's face covered with white powder followed closely behind the bride, clinging to the window glass like a ghost. Her cloudy eyes looked longingly at the five players sitting in the room.

"Dear guests, aren't you scared?" She smiled kindly, raised her right hand and tapped the back of her head twice, "Xi'er has something wrong here, she's born with it."

She bent her waist and walked around the window and came close to the door. She was holding the bucket of food in her left hand and pushing the ajar door with her right hand: "Are you all hungry? My craftsmanship is not as good as that of the big restaurants in your city, old lady." , several people have been wronged.”

Qisi noticed that Mrs. Xu's waist was hung with a string of thumb-sized black bells, which seemed to be made of copper and engraved with strange patterns. At first glance, they looked cold and strange.

"No, thank you for taking care of us." He picked up the phone and went up to her with a smile, pretending to take the bucket from Mrs. Xu's hand.

The back of his hand rubbed against the old man's wrinkled and soft skin, feeling as cold as ice.

Sister-in-law Xu walked very steadily. Seeing Qisi's attitude of snatching the barrel, she quickly changed the handle to the other hand: "You are all guests, just sit there."

Qisi had no intention of contributing, so he immediately nodded in agreement and sat down on the bed next to him: "Sister-in-law Xu, the string of bells on your waist is very beautiful. I want to buy one with a similar style as a souvenir. I don't know if that's okay. ?”

"You can't buy it. This is my family heirloom!" Mrs. Xu walked to the wooden table by the window, took out the food from the wooden bucket one by one, and lined it up on the table.

Qisi persisted: "Why did you suddenly want to put it on? I remember you didn't put it on when you came to pick us up."

"Old lady, I've been wearing it all the time. You must have remembered wrongly."

The dishes for dinner are not rich, but they include meat and vegetables, including braised pork, stir-fried vegetables and white flour steamed buns. The appearance is no different from ordinary farm dishes, and the portion is quite large. It is more than enough for five people.

Eating in a dungeon is very particular, especially a long dungeon that lasts more than three days. Not to mention the extreme cases of starvation and fainting, dull thinking and hypoglycemia caused by mild hunger are likely to indirectly cause death at a critical moment.

Dungeons are usually not so boring that they make a fuss about the food. Players pick up their chopsticks and put food into their bowls. Because there was plenty of food, it was quite modest and orderly.

Sister-in-law Xu stood at the door with a wooden bucket and her hands hanging down, watching the players eat with a smile.

Qisi raised his eyes and looked at her: "Sister-in-law Xu, have you eaten? Do you want to eat something together?"

Mrs. Xu said cheerfully: "No, I don't want to eat, old lady. I'm just waiting here to clear the table."

The players heard this and looked at each other.

Qisi silently put down his chopsticks, grabbed a white-flour steamed bun, sat back on the bed, and started... peeling off the steamed bun.

He deliberately slowed down his movements. The players had almost finished eating. He had just peeled off the steamed buns, and then nibbled on the snow-white steamed buns in small bites.

There may be a limit to how fast you can eat, but if you want to delay, there are 10,000 ways to extend the time you eat.

If peeling off the scalp of the steamed bun is not enough, Qisi can even peel off a few layers of the steamed bun meat.

After Mrs. Xu cleared away the dishes and leftovers on the table, she licked the still rubbing Qisi with sticky and wet eyes: "I'm just waiting for you..."

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