Infinite weird games

Time and space passed in Shuangxi Town, and Li Yao was lying in the coffin, listening to the sound of people fading away.

The suona sounded sadly, and the sharp and harsh music gradually changed its tune, which was very much like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Li Yao felt like her consciousness was like a loose needle, swinging between clarity and blur. The messy information washed over her memory, and she was unable to extract her own existence from it.

All she can do is recall her past over and over again: "I am a supernatural novelist. I have no talent for plot. I can only write some specious ghost stories. I contribute to the magazine "Supernatural World" every week. I used to send manuscripts first year, but later changed to sending emails. I’m not used to it yet..."

"A month ago, I entered the game. I wasn't too scared at first. I thought I could use it to draw inspiration for writing. It wasn't until the third copy that I became scared... Haha, that day is November 9th, and it happens to be My birthday……"

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded messily, accompanied by the sound of "whooshing" breathing.

somebody is coming.

…

Liu Bingding dragged his steps forward, panting.

After consuming a prop, he finally got rid of the pursuit of the two paper figures and blended into a funeral procession.

Ever since he was selected by Weird Games, his goals have been clear. Survival is the first priority, and fulfillment of wishes is just an add-on.

He was born mediocre, but he was steady, cautious, and kind to others, so he successfully lived as an official copy. All the points he saved were used to buy life-saving items.

He is a very pragmatic person. In his opinion, it is as long as he can live, and he does not consider how long it is. There is no rush to find Miss Xu, the most important thing is to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

The narrow streets were filled with white mist, and the piercing sound of the suona sounded unpleasantly. The black figures carrying the black coffin sailed smoothly in the mist.

Liu Bingding tried his best to reduce his presence and followed the team at the end.

He is always a passerby and will not attract anyone's unnecessary attention. At this moment, he disappeared into the crowd just like he did when he was an extra, without attracting the attention of any NPC.

The head of the team had stopped, and the shadows slowed down one after another and lowered the coffin.

Liu Bingding saw from a distance that a dark coffin had stopped at the destination of the team, which was gloomy and strange.

…

Outside the gate of the house, Qisi held his mobile phone, while Shang Qingbei and Du Xiaoyu listened carefully.

After the call was connected, Xu Wen's soft voice sounded faintly: "I know where I am. I am at the bottom of the well. There are many ghosts here. Come and save me..."

Chiss asked, "How do you know you're at the bottom of a well?"

Xu Wenqi said: "Not long ago, I remembered something. I had an argument with them when I was collecting wind. Then I don't know what happened. I suddenly lost strength, so they threw me into the well. inside……"

Du Xiaoyu still couldn't figure out the situation, while Shang Qingbei raised his eyes and looked at Qisi.

After being thrown into the well, she would either fall to death or drown. When Xu Wen said these words, she was sideways admitting that she was not a living person.

Qisi Ruo was unaware and asked, "Why did you and them have a dispute?"

"I don't remember." Xu Wen's voice lowered, "I only remember that we had a very fierce argument. I seemed to want to take someone away, maybe I wanted to leave myself, but they wouldn't let me go..."

Zeiss glanced down at his pocket watch. Forty seconds have passed. Based on the call length on the first day, he only has twenty seconds left to ask questions.

He interrupted: "Yesterday you didn't say there were ghosts over there. Did these ghosts appear out of thin air?"

The voice on the phone suddenly became silent, and there was no sound of breathing for a moment. Two seconds later, Xu Wen's confused voice sounded in the silence: "I don't know what happened. The things in the temple are coming out soon. It shouldn't be so early..."

"temple?"

"Yes, the Temple of Death, there is a small town at the bottom of the well..."

The "beep" busy signal stopped Xu Wen's words, and the one-minute call time was over.

Shang Qingbei looked solemn, holding the dictionary against his chin and wondering what he was thinking about.

Du Xiaoyu looked around and asked nonchalantly: "Brother Qi, what's going on at the Temple of Death?"

Qisi put his cell phone in his pocket and explained patiently: "This copy has two spaces. 'Double Happiness, one is for funerals, and the other is for weddings.' The Double Happiness Town where we are now hosts weddings and worships the God of Joy; correspondingly , there must be a town that hosts funerals and worships the god of mourning, and the 'well' should be the passage connecting the two towns."

He walked to the door of the house, pushed open the half-open wooden door, and stepped across the threshold.

Du Xiaoyu was startled and blurted out: "Isn't there a ghost inside?"

"It's only noon now, and the sneaks shouldn't come out until after dusk." Without looking back, Qisi squatted down half a step behind the threshold, pulled out his blade and picked up a piece of paper money that fell on the ground, "And there is a high probability that they will attack us. There was no malice, the only thing he did was to put some blood on our food, probably to indicate that there was something wrong with the food.”

"Blood?" Du Xiaoyu didn't know why.

Chiss stood up, took out the handkerchief he had wiped his mouth with after the meal on the first day from his pocket, and threw it away.

Du Xiaoyu raised his hand to catch it, and when he unfolded it, he saw that the blood stains the size of pinholes on it had condensed into brown-black.

His expression changed: "Then what we ate yesterday..."

"If you can't eat it to death, it's most likely that it's just added with something like sweat medicine." Qisi lowered his head and walked slowly along the paper money on the ground.

A few pieces of the pure white ring were scattered every other step, which should be temporary marks.

Qisi knew that apart from himself, Li Yao was the only one with paper money in his pocket.

It's a bit funny to think about the fact that the girl was trying to leave clues for others even though she couldn't protect herself.

Qisi followed the guidance of the paper money and came to the door of the west wing.

The tattered red paper was scattered on the ground, trampled into patches of bloody mud. There was no one inside or outside the house, not even the smell of blood, everything looked lifeless.

This place is not like a place where someone has just died, but more like a tomb that has been sealed for hundreds of years. Even the buildings are dead. Human death is like a drop of paint dripping into the paint, and it quickly sinks in without making a sound.

Chiss pushed the door open, and as expected, there was no one and no body inside.

There are large areas of dried blood on the gray-white walls. They are very old and definitely not freshly spattered in the morning. Xi'er's death was like a phantom in a dream, leaving no trace or proof.

Qisi walked straight to the exquisitely carved wooden bed and lifted up the burgundy wedding quilt. The wind blew up a newspaper clipping, which floated leisurely in the air for a few breaths before falling down tremblingly.

Zeiss picked up the page with his hands, and the eye-catching fonts formed the headline of the news:

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

In the accompanying photo below, Xi'er's face is clearly shown.

…

Shang Qingbei followed Qisi into the house and went straight to the east wing.

After seeing the empty room, he took a deep breath and exhaled: "Li Yao and Liu Bingding are not in the room. After they have explored Xi'er's clues, they will definitely not go out and run around again. They can only encounter someone." What kind of accident happened..."

The uninhabited house was silent and quiet, and even the normal volume of speech could be heard clearly by everyone.

Du Xiaoyu stood in the open space of the courtyard and muttered: "Don't be so clumsy. It's impossible for both of them to have an accident..."

Shang Qingbei adjusted his glasses and asked, "What if one of them is not a human being?"

"They are still alive. They just triggered a side mission after finding the key clues and were trapped in another space." Qisi retreated from the west wing and handed the newspaper to Shang Qingbei. "About the background of this copy, I have already I have some ideas.”

Du Xiaoyu subconsciously forgot to ask the reason for the previous conclusion, and asked eagerly: "What do you think? This copy is a mess. What is the background and world view?"

In his heart, Shang Qingbei despised Du Xiaoyu, who was always being praised all day long. At the same time, he quietly read the newspaper in his hand and listened intently.

Qiss walked into the room, sat down on the bed in the middle, took out a new handkerchief from his backpack, and wiped his dusty fingers: "You should all have heard of human trafficking. This is the core of this copy. world view.”

Zhang Sheng’s missing sister, the blood stains on the window sill, the blood stains on the wall, the steamed bun dregs that turned into blood spots, the report, the coffin, “After seven days of suspension, they are the people of the town”…

One clue after another outlines a complete logical chain, Qisi said:

"Visitors entering Shuangxi Town will be taken to this house. Mrs. Xu sometimes puts some drugs in the meals delivered to control certain tourists, such as girls like Xi'er. The townspeople use some means ——I guess it was put in the coffin for seven days to make the girls stupid and stay in the town forever. This is because of what the boatman said at the beginning of the copy, "No entry, no exit."

"Xu Wen took the initiative to come to the town for some reason. Maybe she was engaged in folklore survey work, maybe she was looking for a missing girl in the name of folklore. In short, she might have discovered something, so she had a dispute with the townspeople. The town. In order to cover up the truth, this is not the first time, otherwise the resentment of a few corpses would not be enough to create a reflection of Shuangxi Town underground. "

Chi paused, then continued: "As for what Xu Wen said on the phone, the things in the temple came out early, I think it must be related to Xi'er's accidental death. Xi'er's death before getting married is equivalent to destroying The forty-nine-year ceremony in Shuangxi Town may have caused some of the seals to loosen, who knows?”

Du Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then he asked, "So are the NPCs in this town humans or ghosts? I'll look at the clues on my phone..."

"False," said Zeiss.

"……ah?"

"False." Shang Qingbei affirmed, and then repeated the conclusion he and Qis had reached before.

Du Xiaoyu nodded in understanding, his eyes were blank, and he could no longer keep up with the rhythm of reasoning.

Shang Qingbei compared Qisi's story with his own judgment and asked: "What is the existence of the God of Joy? What is the purpose of the forty-nine-year ceremony? What is the existence of the two Double Happiness Towns? ?”

"I don't know." Qisi folded the handkerchief and stuffed it into his pocket with a calm expression. "There are still some clues missing, most likely they are with Li Yao. Either wait for them to join us, or we can go down the well and take a look ourselves."

Shang Qingbei asked: "How do you determine where the clues are?"

Qisi said nothing and took out his phone and unlocked the screen.

The interface automatically pops up to the photo album, click on a picture.

It was a map of Shuangxi Town, with black lines forming a flat pattern, and a red circle marking the location of the well, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Sent it from Xu Wen?" Shang Qingbei asked.

Qisi said "Yeah" and smiled strangely: "She is urging us. It seems that we can't sink into this well."