Infinite weird games

On the other side, after appeasing the groom's family, Mrs. Xu led a group of men and drove aggressively towards Xi'er's house.

Li Yao took Liu Bingding and quietly followed the team without attracting the attention of any NPC.

[Name: Passerby A]

[Type: Skill]

[Effect: Reduce the sense of presence to a small extent and reduce the probability of being noticed by NPC]

[Note: You jump into the sea of ​​people, but you are just a drop of water; you shout loudly, but the sound of a gnat; no one will pay special attention to you, you are just a passerby]

This is the skill that the two acquired in the third copy, which is rare and exactly the same.

The effect of this skill is very weak and can only play a trivial role on the NPC; the remark is more like a mockery of the two people's real life - but I didn't expect it to be useful here.

Mrs. Xu's feet are not slow and she is not as nimble as an old man of her age. Li Yao and Liu Bingding were out of breath before they could barely keep up with her pace.

They didn't dare to follow her too close, and always kept a distance of ten meters from Mrs. Xu, for fear of being discovered by the NPC and destroying the effect of the skills.

Turning around the alley, there is a house as soon as you enter. The walls are mottled, red gauze is piled up, and the wooden door is half open, as if inviting people to enter.

Xi'er's family has arrived.

Mrs. Xu and the men were no longer visible in front of her. They had obviously taken the first step and entered the house.

The sky turned cloudy at some point, giving all the red and white buildings a layer of misty gray. Without the sunshine, the white mist that had just dissipated rose up again from the shadows, and the gauze stretched like a white silk silk.

Someone had just died, and even the breeze blowing in the face carried the damp breath of death; the air was surprisingly quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing at the corners of the clothes.

Li Yao unconsciously stepped lighter, stepped on the bluestone, and walked towards the door of the house.

She gently pushed the wooden door open, and even though she was careful, it still made a "squeak" sound.

The wooden door was blown by the wind and slowly opened to the maximum. After the sound of the friction of wood dissipated, there was no other sound between heaven and earth.

Li Yao held her breath and waited for two seconds, but nothing happened.

There was no NPC in the courtyard.

Liu Bingding came forward and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? We must have gone right. Could it be that Mrs. Xu didn't arrive at Xi'er's house at all?"

Li Yao spit out three words: "Ghost hits the wall."

"What should we do?" Liu Bingding said angrily, "I don't understand anything, I'm completely blind..."

"Let's go in first. There's no one there, so it's convenient for us to explore." Li Yao strode into the courtyard.

The west wing, which was sealed with red paper and red cloth, was a bright red, with strands of red cloth hanging from the eaves, like Bai Wuchang's tongue, trembling when the wind blew.

Li Yao stepped on the red confetti on the ground and walked toward the doorway of the west wing, which was obscured from view, making rustling sounds along the way.

She stood by the door with her hands down, staring at the crumpled word "囍" on the door for a long time, and finally pushed the door open and entered.

The room seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time. As soon as the door was opened, a handful of dust hit the face, which made the two people at the door cough dryly. Fibers and dust particles floated in the air, and the rotten wood products exuded a gurgling smell, which accumulated in the lungs and gave people a feeling of depression.

There was no body or figure in the room. It seemed that it had been sealed for a long time and nothing had come.

Li Yao walked towards the wall step by step.

Liu Bingding followed her steps with his eyes and saw large brown patches mottled on the gray walls.

"It's blood." Li Yao said, "Looking at the shape and angle of the splatter, it should be blood stains left in the fight."

Liu Bingding noticed that the brown color on the wall was uneven, and it could be clearly seen that it was splashed on several times and from different angles. There was also a scratch mark that was thick at the bottom and light at the top. It should have been caused by smearing a person's wound on the wall.

Li Yao looked around, and finally landed on a wooden bed against the wall.

The wooden bed was exquisitely carved, but the corners were covered with thick cobwebs. The bright red wedding quilt and mattress were spread on it, which had long been stained with dust, and was mixed into a wine-red color that appears after wounds ulcerate.

Li Yao walked over, opened the zipper on the edge of the quilt, and pulled out a folded gray page.

It was a newspaper. When it was unfolded, there was a report with photos:

[20-year-old female college student disappeared while traveling, police have intervened in the investigation]

Liu Bingding stepped forward and took a look, his eyes fixed on one spot.

He pointed at the face of the missing person in the photo and said uncertainly: "Isn't this...Isn't this Xi'er? I can identify the person accurately. I can't be wrong. Isn't Xi'er a fool?"

"Sister-in-law Xu lied to us." Li Yao said coldly.

The moment she finished speaking, the scene around her curled up and folded like water-stained paper, and gradually began to collapse and shatter from the edges. It dissipated into clouds of gray-white mist like the collapse of a high-rise building, and then gradually became bright red. , burning like a flame, outlining a new picture.

[Side mission has been refreshed]

[Side mission:...]

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On the road in the town, the fog was as thick as clouds, obscuring all scenes, leaving only a huge black coffin parked in front of Qisi, letting out pitiful sobs.

"Let me out... let you lie in instead..."

As if they realized that they could not deceive Qisi, the voices of Shang Qingbei and Du Xiaoyu gradually distorted and turned into the female voice at the beginning.

Qi Si stood in the fog and listened quietly, looking down at the coffin from beginning to end. He noticed that there was a strange bronze nail nailed on each of the four corners of the coffin, which was not nailed firmly and almost half of it came out, but fortunately it did not fall off completely.

"Save me... let me out..."

The young woman's voice in the coffin was still asking for help, and it was distorted as if it came from the bottom of the water through the thick coffin board.

"Why should I save you?" Qi Si asked curiously, "What can you do for me?"

The air was quiet for a moment, and the things in the coffin seemed to be confused by the question, and they didn't make a sound for a long time.

Qi Si was a little bored waiting, so he walked forward, took out a small awl from the special bracelet, and knocked back the coffin nails that had fallen out one by one.

When he knocked the last nail, a gust of wind blew, blowing the coffin into a pile of gray sand, and the fog was blown away a lot, leaving a clear sky.

The footsteps that disappeared behind him for a while appeared again, just two people.

Shang Qingbei and Du Xiaoyu also encountered the strange scene of carrying a coffin for a funeral, just like Qi Si.

Du Xiaoyu's voice was filled with palpable fear: "Brother Qi, did you see it just now? It's so weird. Someone in the coffin asked me for help and asked me to let her out... I also heard your voice and that boy's voice..."

"What's there to be afraid of? According to my experience, that shouldn't be the point of death, but just a special plot that provides clues." Shang Qingbei disagreed, "Marriage and funeral are put together, either a ghost marriage, or the bride is placed in a coffin and married off. I heard that some small places in the mountains seem to have this kind of weird folk custom."

Du Xiaoyu spitted: "You're just talking nonsense, why have I never heard of this folk custom?"

Shang Qingbei hugged the dictionary tightly and rolled his eyes at him: "It's not scary to be uneducated, but it's scary to be self-righteous without knowing anything."

Du Xiaoyu was about to explode, but Qi Si spoke at the right time and brought the topic back: "That coffin is a soul-suppressing coffin- —I am more curious about why the dead can't be thrown directly into the well, but have to go through the step of embalming. "

"Who knows?" Shang Qingbei shrugged, "Maybe there is actually a tomb under the well, with coffins neatly arranged."

Qisi raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Feeling the young man's attitude of asking for advice, Shang Qingbei opened the conversation: "I suspect that the strange story we found at the beginning is exactly the core clue to solve this copy of the puzzle. Zhang Sheng [slipped into the well, saw the corpse, and was sad], if there was a pile of rotten corpses under the well, he would not be sad after seeing it, but only horrified. "

Qisi narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Yes, it makes sense, keep up the good work."

Shang Qingbei: "..."

The three walked for a while, and the vermilion temple gate was vaguely visible in front of them. Two red lanterns with the word "囍" written on them were hung in front of the door, and they moved automatically without wind.

The Temple of the God of Joy, dedicated to the God of Joy. Someone was probably burning paper inside, and the smell of incense and candles wafted out. The smoke mixed with black paper residues drifted from the doorway and flew into the sky.

The God of Joy enshrined in the shrine seemed to have walked a little further outside, with her bright red skirt falling like a flame, and dotted light golden patterns outlining the ups and downs like waves. Only the eyes of the God of Joy were left exposed, and her pale face looked like a dead person in an ice cellar.

The newlywed statues kneeling under the statue were facing the door, as if they were kowtowed to the players outside. The outermost layer of paint on the statue had fallen off for a long time, revealing the copper-green inner layer. From a distance, they looked like two zombies that had just been unearthed.

Qi Si quickened his pace and walked over the threshold. The identity card in the upper right corner of his sight trembled more and more violently, and began to stretch out tentacles and spit out gray mist.

Inside the temple, on the shrine, the statue had a very familiar face, with scarlet eyes drooping calmly, and his eyebrows were compassionate and playful.

Qi Si glanced over, and after matching the face with his memory, he finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "God of Joy?...Mother?...Are you playing role-playing?"

Du Xiaoyu followed Shang Qingbei into the Temple of Joy. After hearing Qi Si laughing for a while, he asked hesitantly: "Brother Qi, what's wrong with you?"

Qisi restrained his inappropriate joy, pursed his lips, and raised his hand to point at the statue replaced by Qi.

Du Xiaoyu followed his instructions and looked over, not knowing why: "Why does this God of Joy look like a man? But he's pretty, hehe."

Shang Qingbei also noticed the two points Du Xiaoyu said, and said "tsk": "What's so funny about this?"

"Well, it's not funny." Qi Si pressed the corners of his lips to normal level and agreed seriously.

Under Shang Qingbei's vigilant eyes, he moved his eyes and observed the surroundings as if nothing had happened.

The interior of the Temple of Joy is much larger than it looks from the outside. In addition to a road in the middle that leads to the shrine blocked by incense and candles, there is also an ear chamber the size of a wing room on each side.

Six coffins were neatly arranged in the left wing, all of which were exactly the same as the coffin phantoms that Qi Si had seen in the fog before, with the same carvings and the same coffin nails.

The smoke from burning paper came from the right wing. A red gauze curtain hung from the ceiling, blocking the wing and the aisle. Through a layer of gauze, one could only vaguely see a hunched figure kneeling in the middle of the wing, who should be the person burning paper. Just now, the players - mainly Qi Si - made such a loud noise, but this person could still stand still, which was really strange.

Qi Si walked around the candlestick, walked over, and gently lifted the gauze curtain.

Thank you for the 100-point reward of Sour and Vegetable Fish Soup! (By the way, I recommend this book: "Xuan Xia" by the stubborn Cangjie. I have a role/doge in it)