Infinite weird games

Mrs. Xu's words were full of urging, mixed with traces of palpable malice.

Qi Siruo lowered his eyes unconsciously: "Sister-in-law Xu, just take care of yourself and collect the dishes. Don't worry about me. I'll just eat a steamed bun."

"No food can be left in the room." Mrs. Xu said vaguely, carrying a bucket and walking to Qisi. "All leftover food and everything else must be collected, otherwise rats will grow."

"I will finish it." Qisi's speech became a little unclear because of the steamed bun in his mouth, which made his voice sound much more sincere. "It's just a little bit of steamed bun, how can there be any leftovers? Sister-in-law Xu, I wonder if you can Can’t you leave another steamed bun for me to eat as a midnight snack?”

Sister-in-law Xu remained silent and her attitude of rejection was extremely clear.

Qisi swallowed the steamed bun in his hand with disappointment, then ate the bun head in small mouthfuls, and finally put the small piece of steamed bun hidden in his pocket into the barrel under Mrs. Xu's gaze.

No matter how dull the players were, they realized that there was something wrong with the food after this experience. Du Xiaoyu ate the most at dinner. At this moment, his originally dark face turned several degrees whiter and turned sallow.

As soon as Mrs. Xu left, he asked urgently: "Brother Qi, is there something wrong with dinner?"

Qisi chuckled: "Eating people who can't kill you should be a clue."

Du Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief and pricked up his ears to wait for the next step, when he saw the young man took out a handkerchief from his backpack, wiped the steamed bun residue from the corner of his mouth slowly, turned it over again, and wiped the oil stains on his hands.

His heart rose again, and after being nervous for half a minute, Qisi slowly picked up his phone and clicked on the photo interface.

Du Xiaoyu saw an extra photo in the album, which was a close-up of the bell on Mrs. Xu's waist.

"Brother Qi, this is..."

"I just secretly photographed it." Qisi skillfully entered the browser, selected the picture, and searched for it through image recognition.

This time the result is no longer a hideous and terrifying ghost bride, but an entry.

[Soul-Calling Bell: Lead the yang soul out of the body, and bring the yin ghost back to yang. Yin and Yang have no boundaries, and the ringing of the bell returns to black and yellow. 】

Shang Qingbei stretched out his head: "It seems that photos of specific objects can also be searched for useful results, not necessarily the photos sent by Xu Wen. I just don't know what these nagging expressions mean."

"I don't know how this copy was set up, but I have read a record in a book."

Li Yao pondered for a moment and said leisurely:

"Wang Sheng was determined to obtain fame and stayed in Kyoto for eighteen years, finally graduating from high school. After returning to his hometown, he learned that his first wife had died six months ago. He was sad and remorseful, but a wandering Taoist priest took pity on him and gave him a gift A bell."

"Wang Sheng put the bell on his body. When the bell rang, he saw his wife come back to life. Her voice and smile were the same as before. She swept the court, cooked and made tea, and was as virtuous as in his memory. At first, he suspected that his wife was But after getting along for a long time, I found that my wife was breathing and heartbeating, and she looked like a living person, so I gave up my doubts. "

"He brought his wife to Kyoto and never had any children, but he never took a concubine. The two lived in love for seven years, and finally died together without any illness, which became a good story."

Shang Qingbei put aside the dictionary in his arms, touched his chin and analyzed: "My wife is a ghost, but because of the function of the soul-calling bell, she behaves almost like a living person. From this, we can infer that Mrs. Xu is also a ghost."

"The food is not for people to eat. It was only because Mrs. Xu had a Soul-Calling Bell on her body that we didn't notice the clues. The reason why she wanted to take away the leftovers was because she was afraid that she would leave the range of the Soul-Calling Bell and expose the problem."

Du Xiaoyu said "Ah": "Then shall we still eat?"

"Eat, you will be hungry if you don't eat, but you won't die if you eat - Wang Sheng was fine after eating for seven years. Can't you think about it for yourself?" Shang Qingbei picked up the dictionary again and opened the first page from " "Abandon" started to read, and the words "I have aversion to stupidity" were almost written on my face.

"Okay, okay, I'll take a few more photos to see if there are any other clues, okay?" Du Xiaoyu spat, took the phone from Qisi's hand, and started taking pictures in all directions.

Others also spread out and searched every corner of the room, from the mattress to the pillowcases, rummaging very carefully.

With his back to the light, Qisi unfolded the handkerchief that he had previously wiped the corners of his lips. The white cloth was dotted with sporadic blood stains, as if he had pricked the skin with a needle and then printed it on.

The sky outside the window has darkened, and the red ribbons and window grilles are connected together, like a sea of ​​blood.

Chiss folded the handkerchief and stuffed it into the pocket on the other side, then stood up and walked to the window, looking towards the west wing.

The bride named "Xi'er" was sitting by the window, grabbing handfuls of meat and vegetables with her hands and stuffing them into her mouth like a beast, her mind obviously not clear.

An orphan girl with a brain problem was "luckily" selected and married off with great fanfare to please the Goddess of Joy...

Qisi believed that people are all self-interested, and it would never be a good thing if it happened to a girl like this.

He watched for a while, then lowered his head to observe the window sill.

The structure of the window sill is quite unique. The wooden structure protrudes and forms a sharp corner. If it accidentally knocks on it, there is a high probability that it will bleed.

The association touched his vision, and Zeiss noticed that the dark yellow wood was dotted with lumps of brown.

He took out the razor blade from his bracelet, scraped it off a little, and took a closer look: "There is blood here. It looks like someone died in this room."

"What's going on?" Liu Bingding came over, "We live here, we won't encounter anything at night, right?"

"We will definitely encounter it." Li Yao's tone was quite gloomy. "I found a note. The things recorded in it are somewhat similar to our experiences..."

She placed a piece of crumpled rice paper on the table, with a strange story clearly written in traditional Chinese on the paper:

[There was Zhang Sheng in the city, who was engaged in mulberry farming. He had two sisters in his family who were very beautiful. He was hungry for many years and had exhausted all his meager crops. He fled to the countryside and got separated along the way, so he found his way to Shuangxi Town. 】

[There are many paper soldiers and horses in the town, and the sun is dark. When Zhang was born, he was trapped in a nightmare, his body was broken and he was in a daze, and he didn't know why he came... One day, he lost his footing and fell into a well, and saw the corpses, which made him feel melancholy...]

Some parts of the story are missing, and key points are unclear, but the general outline can still be seen.

Zhang Sheng came to Shuangxi Town to look for his lost sisters, but gradually got lost in the town. Unluckily, he fell into a well and saw the body.

This story is very similar to the players' experiences. They are all looking for someone, and the people they are looking for are pretty good-looking.

The "paper soldiers and horses" and "nightmares" recorded in the story may also appear during the copy process.

Shang Qingbei bit the tip of his pen: "It seems that while looking for someone, we must also be careful ourselves, not forgetting our purpose and where we came from, and at the same time, we must try to avoid wells."

"There are corpses under the well, and there may be important clues." Qisi added calmly, "But judging from this story, we really need to collect information as soon as possible and take Xu Wen out of here to avoid getting lost like Zhang Sheng."

Liu Bingding handed a makeup mirror to Qi Si at the right time: "Brother Qi, I just found this under the pillow. Is it of any use?"

After the cell phone incident, he was eager to get rid of suspicion and wanted to pile everything he found in front of Qiss.

Chiss had a keen understanding of his psychology and took the mirror to look at him, noncommittal.

Li Yao said: "This is a relatively new one, equipped with LED lights. It does not seem to belong to Shuangxi Town. It should be left by Xu Wen."

"It seems to be an important clue. Even if it is not a clue, it can be used for lighting." Shang Qingbei analyzed calmly.

Qisi nodded and handed the makeup mirror to Liu Bingding: "You found it, keep it."

"Isn't this... bad?" Liu Bingding knew that the important clues in the copy always involved crises, so he hesitated to pick up the mirror.

Shang Qingbei also helped: "Liu Bingding's suspicion has not been cleared yet, so Qi Wen should be kept in your custody. Those who can do more work, we can all rest assured."

"Okay, I'll keep it for now." Qisi smiled casually, turned around and put the makeup mirror on the bed, "It's getting late, we'll do the rest of the search tomorrow, everyone go to bed early."

It was already dark, and there were no lights or candles in the wing, so it was really not suitable for further exploration.

The players went to bed one after another. Du Xiaoyu also put his cell phone under his pillow, covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep.

Qisi slept on the middle bed, and Du Xiaoyu and Liu Bingding occupied the two beds next to him.

Li Yao slept against the wall, while Shang Qingbei slept next to Du Xiaoyu, and there was an empty bed on the other side.

The players were all unfamiliar with each other and knew that not being able to sleep at night meant danger, so no one chatted at night. They all wrapped themselves in quilts and tried their best to induce sleepiness.

In the silence with only the sound of breathing, Qisi played with the makeup mirror in his hand and studied his face.

Although he had painted himself messy in the game space, for some reason, what appeared in the mirror was his original face. Except for the strange thin red glow in his eyes, it looked exactly like the photo in the newspaper at first glance.

No wonder Du Xiaoyu could recognize it at a glance.

Qisi touched his face, and the rough skin and stubble felt distinct under his fingertips, completely different from the smooth and smooth skin in the mirror.

He was almost sure that in this role-playing copy, his appearance had changed, and he might look like a different person in the eyes of the NPC.

It's just that for some reason, players can still see each other's most primitive images...

Qis suddenly thought of a very philosophical question:

It is known that the image of the player in the eyes of the NPC and the player is different, so which image is the real one?

If the image the player sees is true, then the identity of the "folklore investigator" and Xu Wen's relatives and friends cannot be established.

If the image seen by the NPC is real, why does the weird game go to unnecessary lengths to distort the player's vision?

As he was thinking endlessly, the sky became darker inch by inch, and soon it became a darkness that was so dark that one couldn't even see his fingers.

The shallow breathing of the players came and went, gradually becoming calmer.

Fading into dreamland.

…

In the second half of the night, Shang Qingbei tossed and turned, not sleeping soundly.

The dream was chaotic. One moment I was being chased by a ferocious-looking ghost, and the other moment I was sitting in the examination room, unable to answer a single question.

Regurgitating bad memories, he woke up from his dream in a daze, and then heard a loud snoring sound.

In the dim light, he saw Du Xiaoyu next to him with his mouth open, snoring, and drooling all over.

Shang Qingbei prides himself on being a smart person who can take the initiative and seek benefits in strange games. What he hates most in his life are idiots like Du Xiaoyu who have no plans for the future and live their lives all day long.

He used the concept of "rabble" to criticize and analyze several temporary teammates in his mind, and then twitched the corners of his mouth and turned over, out of sight and out of mind.

Unexpectedly, there was someone sleeping on the other side, with her eyes wide open, facing him, as if staring at him.

His brain shut down for a second, and Shang Qingbei woke up almost immediately.

He held his breath and took a clear look at the person in front of him.

It was a bride wearing a red wedding dress. Her facial features were extremely young, and her face was frighteningly white with a thick layer of powder.

Shang Qingbei almost shouted.

The bride put her index finger between her lips: "Xi'er is afraid... Xi'er hides for a while..."

Xi'er? That orphaned girl with brain problems who is about to get married?

He was running around during dinner, which scared him; now he was running around again, and even ran into the room; don't you know how to take care of it?

Shang Qing cursed, but he was under the eaves, so he couldn't say much.

He moved his sleeping position to lie on his back, and was about to close his eyes again to recharge his batteries.

Suddenly, a beam of light came from the side and hit Xi'er, shaking his eyes painfully.

From the corner of his eye, he followed the beam of light and saw the blue-black claws protruding from under the red wedding dress.

The sharp and long nails are all black, and they are no different from the legendary zombies.

——Xi'er is a ghost!

A conclusion exploded at the bottom of his mind, swallowing up all the composure he had forcibly maintained in a second.

Shang Qingbei felt that his whole body was frozen and he could not move. He could only move his eyes slightly and instinctively.

He saw that Qiss had sat up from the bed at some point and was holding up a makeup mirror with the LED light turned on to act as lighting.

Now that the source of the light was explained, Shang Qingbei no longer cared about his face and self-pity, and quickly looked at the young man who also woke up at night with a pleading look.

The latter seemed not to notice anything strange at all, his face was as calm as a well water, he got out of bed with a light source, and walked towards him leisurely.

"Since you're awake, come and take a look with me." Qisi stretched out his hand to pick up Shang Qingbei, who was stunned on the bed, and dragged him out of the door without any explanation.

The words and actions were too natural, not like the reaction you should have after being awakened at night and encountering a ghost.

Very suspicious!

Shang Qingbei quickly withdrew his hand, retracted to the head of the bed, picked up an English dictionary from the pillow and held it in front of him: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

The young man with the light behind his back looked at him without knowing why, and after a while he smiled and said, "You are very vigilant."

Then he spat out four more words: "Weird game."