Infinite weird games

Du Xiaoyu stood at the mouth of the well, counting the seconds silently in his mind, while holding the pulley wrapped around the hemp rope, ready to retract the rope if something went wrong.

'Qisike must come up. I have already offended that boy Shang Qingbei. If there are only two of us left, God knows how he will deal with me...'

Du Xiaoyu murmured in his heart, guessing that the time was almost up, he hurriedly turned the pulley and pulled up the rope in circles, while silently reciting, "God bless you, never catch a corpse or a ghost."

His heart was filled with anxiety, but his hands were steady.

Although he has not had a serious job in these years, he has never missed a fight. Bearing the weight of a person on his arms only makes him a little out of breath.

Half a minute passed and the rope had reached its end.

A pair of pale and slender hands grasped the edge of the well, and their fingers clung to the stone wall, their joints turning blue and white.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Du Xiaoyu always felt that his hand was wrinkled by blisters, like a water ghost that had just risen from the bottom of the water and was about to drag the people on the boat to death.

The terrifying reverie only lasted for a moment. The next second, the person in the well poked his head out, and slowly climbed out of the well mouth with his hands on the edge of the well, and stood up unsteadily.

The young man who came out of the well had the same black hair and white shirt as before he went down, except that his eyes were darker and the scarlet light disappeared.

Realizing that Du Xiaoyu was looking at him, the young man took out a wet yellow prayer paper from his pocket: "I didn't see Xu Wen, but I found the rules of the copy. Do you want to take a look?"

Someone who can say the words "copy" and "rules" is unlikely to be a ghost.

The two people on the ground breathed a sigh of relief.

Shang Qingbei was closest to the young man. He took the sutra paper unceremoniously and started reading. Du Xiaoyu came forward not to be outdone.

I saw lines of text written on the scripture paper in square small letters:

[Welcome to Shuangxi Town, our town has the following rules, please believe and remember them:]

[1. Ghosts will not attack sleeping people, please go to bed as early as possible at night]

[2. Dreams are dangerous. If you die in a dream, you will really die. Please don’t dream]

[3. Ghosts will not kill humans for no reason, please believe that you are human]

[4. Most people and ghosts in the town are friendly, provided they do not think they are offended]

【5. The gate of hell will open at night, please don’t go out, please don’t go out, please don’t go out! 】

[6. There is only one way out of Shuangxi Town, the other two lead to the gate of hell, please don’t step in! 】

[7. If you have to break some rules in an emergency, make sure you break as few rules as possible...]

While the two were reading the rules, the young man kept talking to himself: "Xu Wen tried every means to encourage me to go down the well. I thought there must be a mystery down there. But for some reason, I didn't encounter anything."

"This may be my personal reason. Why don't you go down into the well and see if you can trigger anything."

The young man's tone was very calm, as if he was just saying something that should be taken for granted.

Shang Qingbei didn't intend to continue. God knows if "Qi Wen" would cut the rope in a dishonest way after he went down the well.

He pretended not to pay attention to the young man's words, looked down at the scripture paper, and murmured: "I didn't expect this to be a rule-based dungeon. If there were rules, everything would be simple."

"Are you sure the rules are true?" The young man tilted his head and asked, "The clues on the mobile phone are fake."

Suddenly being bullied, Shang Qingbei was a little confused. Shouldn't it be his job to find fault?

He twitched the corners of his mouth, adjusted his glasses and said, "I think these rules are very true."

"First of all, if none of the three of us are willing to go down the well, we will not be able to get this clue. The game does not need to set traps in advance for accidental events; secondly, high risks should usually be given high returns to be considered a healthy reward mechanism. If the game Falsifying the clues we worked so hard to obtain is equivalent to breaking the rules; in the end, I feel that these rules correspond to the events we encountered, and there is no logical error. "

Shang Qingbei didn't know that the false clues came from the malicious intent of a high-ranking person. He only thought that it was the mechanism of the copy itself, so he subconsciously analyzed it from the perspective of game design and found that it was reasonable.

Du Xiaoyu nodded in agreement: "Yes, if this clue is still false, how can we clear the dungeon? We can't really kill us, just let one survive."

The young man was noncommittal and asked, "What do you think of these rules?"

Shang Qingbei analyzed: "The first and second rules seem to be contradictory, but as long as you pick out the words, you can find the solution."

"'Please don't dream' is a clear request. We can't control whether we dream after falling asleep. Judging from last night's situation, there is a high probability that we will fall into a dream after falling asleep. And 'falling asleep' is an immediate action. Falling asleep It doesn’t break the rules if you wake up again.”

"The third and fourth rules are ambiguous. We need to figure out what the definition of 'offending ghosts' is. I tend to think that it refers to entering the territory of ghosts. After all, when we are attacked by statue ghosts, we are entering the Temple of Joy. back."

He paused for a moment and estimated that the audience understood, then continued: "The remaining three rules need to be read together. Two of the three roads lead to the gate of hell, and one is the road to life. If we want to leave Shuangxi Town, we must be there Screening ghost gates at night to find a way out means we are bound to break a rule."

"And Rule 7 tells us that the fewer rules we break, the better. The subtext is that rules can be broken. As long as we all break the same number of rules, everything will be fine."

After analyzing this, Shang Qingbei slowly raised his eyes and glanced at the two people in front of him: "So, we need to go out and explore together at night."

"Awesome, I can't tell you still have a lot of time left!" Du Xiaoyu intended to ease the relationship with Shang Qingbei, and he did not hesitate to praise him at this time.

Shang Qingbei smiled slightly and looked at the young man standing casually beside him: "Brother Qi, what do you think?"

The young man seemed to have come to his senses and nodded slightly: "Then let's go out and have a look tonight."

tonight? It's only the second day, is there any need to be in such a hurry? Shang Qingbei felt something was wrong, but he couldn't express it.

But he came up with the solution, so no matter how big the problem is, it won't go too far wrong. From the time he entered the dungeon to now, "Qi Wen" has always liked to take the initiative, and taking action immediately when he finds a solution seems to be his style.

Shang Qingbei raised his eyes and glanced at the listless young man. The latter was wearing a wet shirt, his face was whiter than the paper, and he looked like he was about to collapse if the wind blew.

He rarely felt sympathy: "Qi Wen, your clothes are wet, will you feel cold?"

The temperature in Shuangxi Town during the day is not low, but it is not warm either. The wind carries mist, carrying a bit of the coolness of late autumn. And at night, it will be as cold as winter, even if you wear dry long sleeves, you can't bear it.

"It's not cold." The young man raised the corners of his mouth stiffly and smiled normally, "I have a shirt in my backpack. The backpack is in the room."

"Then let's go back quickly. How about I take off my coat for you?" Du Xiaoyu later realized that the young man was in something wrong. He quickly took off his own coat and pretended to put it on the young man.

The fingertips touched the young man's cold elbow. The young man pulled his hand back as if he was electrocuted. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the contact area, as if he had touched something dirty.

Du Xiaoyu's face was a little worried, and he was about to have an attack.

The young man turned his head and stared into his eyes, adding in an explanation: "I'm not cold at all."

How could it not be cold? My elbows were obviously as cold as ice.

Du Xiaoyu was stared at by the young man's eyes as deep as a sinking pool. He felt that there would be no good in dwelling on this issue anymore, so he had to turn away and remain silent.

The three of them walked back along the way they came in silence. The young man slowed down at some point and ended up alone at the end.

When no one was paying attention, the young man lifted the handkerchief covering his elbows.

On the pale arm, a little blue-black burn mark was particularly eye-catching.

On the first day, Mrs. Xu said to the players: "Newly dead ghosts cannot become evil spirits. There is Yang fire on the shoulders of strangers. As long as the fire is not extinguished, it can burn the little ghosts to death!" ’

New ghosts are afraid of sun fire, and even a casual touch will cause harm.

The young man pulled his sleeves down, rubbed his chin, and thought silently: "It seems that we have to find a way to kill them early..."

…

In the town down there, the sound of the suona blew for a while and finally stopped.

Zeiss finally got rid of the old man.

He walked to a house with sparse ghosts and stood under the eaves. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed Xu Wen's number.

This time, the call was connected immediately, and Xu Wen's voice rang anxiously: "Are you here? Don't wander around yet, be careful not to meet those paper figures... If you encounter them, run away quickly, otherwise they will You put it in the coffin!"

Zis asked: "Where are you? Where should I find you?"

"I'm in the temple of mourning. It's safe if you enter the temple. Paper figures can't enter the temple..." Xu Wen said, "But you can't find the temple by running around alone. It took me a long time to find it. You find a place to hide first, and I will take you there..."

"Will you be okay when you come out?" Qisi took the phone further away and heard the wind that was covered up by the phone call earlier.

That wind was not a natural wind, it was too fast and too fast. It was also mixed with the sound of pages turning, conveying a warning of danger.

"It'll be okay," Xu Wen said firmly, "I've been here for more than a month, and I already know how to avoid them."

Qisi was not going to continue asking questions such as "Why are you calling now?" "What have you eaten in the past month?", knowing that there was a high probability that he would not get a reasonable answer.

He thought for a while and asked, "Then do you know how to get out of here?"

He poked his head out from under the eaves and saw dozens of hanging shadows through the mist. The outlines were exactly the same as those of a human being, but the corners of his clothes and arms were swaying lightly. They were probably the paper figures that Xu Wen had mentioned.

The paper man is wearing an ancient costume made of paper, with blush on his pale face and a grinning mouth, which looks funny no matter how you look at it.

They were blown by the wind, like ancient military formations, lying across the streets, floating forward.

On the phone, Xu Wen was silent for a while and said: "I'm not sure, but I found a road and saw that they were walking towards that direction carrying the coffin. If I follow them, I should be able to get out... But I always It’s a follow-up. I heard it takes two people to leave, one person to lead and one person to follow..."

Qisi said "Oh" and took a step forward, preparing to walk towards the square formation of paper figures.

"You don't want your life?" The voice on the phone and the female voice behind him shouted at the same time, with a horrified tone.

A slender but powerful hand stretched out without warning and grabbed Qisi's arm from behind: "Don't let them see it, follow me."

The texture of the mobile phone held in his right hand changed, and it became like a piece of paper roughly shaped into the shape of a mobile phone.

Qisi turned around and saw a young girl in her early twenties, wearing a gray down jacket, with long hair, a baby face, half a head shorter than him, she was the one holding "him" in the photo NPC holding hands.

It's Xu Wen.

Sure enough, Xu Wen would run out to save him whenever he was about to commit suicide. It seemed that he couldn't die before going to the Temple of Funeral...

As for why Xu Wen didn't show up at the beginning, most likely she wanted him to be tortured by the crisis for a while in order to trigger the "suspension bridge effect"...

Suspension bridge effect?

Qisi recalled the photo that triggered his mysophobia in the first place, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile.

Xu Wen didn't notice Qisi's expression. She pulled him into a house with familiarity and closed the door with her backhand: "When those paper figures finish patrolling this street, we will go to the Temple of Funeral."

"Inspection?" Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are those paper figures inspecting?"

Xu Wen said softly: "Did you know? They trick girls into coming here to faint, then put them in coffins and sell them. In order not to be discovered, they want everyone to keep this secret from birth to death. No one can escape. go out……"

"The living people are watched by Mrs. Xu, and the dead ghosts are guarded by paper figures to see who dares to gossip in public; everyone who knows the secret must stay, even outsiders..."

Xu Wen raised her eyelashes and stared at Qisi without blinking: "And I know all their secrets."

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