Infinite weird games

After a brief self-introduction, the players all knew each other's names.

The elderly Cynthia smiled kindly: "Everyone please tell me the number of puzzle copies you have passed and describe your understanding of puzzle solving. If you encounter a puzzle that needs to be solved collectively, I can help you solve it based on your experience. Experience assigning the most reasonable amount of tasks.”

"Why should I listen to you?" Hansen stared at her coldly, "This is not a team copy. Who knows whether we will be asked to kill each other later. Do you think we are stupid if we disclose information here?"

He spoke with a loud voice and a fierce look on his face, which shocked Hehui who was standing beside him and flinched.

Cynthia's smile never diminished: "I don't want to deceive you, but this is a 'multiplayer' copy, not a 'confrontation' copy, which shows that there is the possibility of cooperation. I am a humanist, no matter what situation I face, I will always think about ways to keep more people alive.”

Qisi said with a half-smile: "The pre-prompt message is that 'every one of us is guilty'. In this setting where everyone is a villain, it is not wise to pretend to be a good person."

Cynthia shook her head: "The direction of the pre-cue is always vague. Without collecting enough clues, making random guesses will only cause internal friction."

"That's what I said, but I don't dare to bet." Qi Sihua used Shang Qingbei's lines in the previous copy and asked with a smile, "When it comes to life and death, there is no room for mistakes. What position do you take to ask us to relax? Where's the vigilant one?"

Dong Xiwen was diving on the side, listening to the players' heated arguments, and probably understood the zero-sum nature of this game.

He waited for a long time, but didn't hear anyone get to the point, so he couldn't help but say: "By the way, everyone, does anyone know what the mission is? Is it to survive for a few days, or..."

"Welcome to the Scarlet Theater!"

An exaggerated greeting sounded not far away, interrupting Dong Xiwen's words.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of stage light hit the wall at the edge of the stage, illuminating the dark corner extremely brightly. A tall and thin shadow appeared out of thin air in the light and shadow. At first it was just a ball of black, but it soon solidified into a human shape.

Qisi suppressed his smile and looked at the source of the sound.

The man was wearing a black dress, and his figure was thin and slender, resembling the legendary lanky ghost. He wears a white mask on his face. There are no patterns on the mask. There are only two black holes dug for the eyes. When facing the player, it gives people a sense of ghostly gaze.

Based on past experience, it is basically certain that this belated man in black is an important NPC in this copy.

The man in black, leaning on a cane, walked stiffly to the table step by step, opened his arms, and said enthusiastically: "Ladies and gentlemen! I am your friend, puppeteer and playwright Charlie, welcome to my last ’s performance!”

"I want to explore a new art form that involves everyone who loves art. You are both the audience and the actors."

"The show has begun, let's start the carnival now and play this grand absurdity!"

His accent changed a thousand times, and every sound was anti-human, as if the sound engineer was killed and then hit his head on the equipment and rolled around.

Ziss looked up at the conical roof directly above the stage and thought with a sense of humor: If everyone participates in the performance, the most participating way is probably to be made into a puppet.

Dong Xiwen obviously thought of this and asked three times: "So what's the acting method? Is there a script? Is there any personal accident insurance?"

Charlie bowed with his back to the player, his waist and abdomen almost touching his knees, as if he was performing some weird ritual.

The next second, a shadow passed over his head, and Qiss felt something flash before his eyes, and the wind slipped behind his ears.

The bloody smell hit his face, and a dark shadow fell from the sky, hanging in the middle of the players by silk threads, swinging gently due to inertia.

It was a bloody man.

This man was small in stature and looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. The exposed areas such as the arms and calves were mottled with fish scale-like scars, which looked like someone had used a small spoon to cut out the flesh piece by piece. Bones are deeply visible in most places, and gelatinous fascia and blood are still flowing downwards.

A certain piece of gray stain in his memory was touched. Qisi raised his eyes and looked up along the blood-stained corpse. Sure enough, he saw an unexpected face. It was very familiar and very memorable.

Just like many killers will still remember the first deal they took, he will never forget this face and what happened behind it.

This was the first person he killed. In order to hit the vital point quickly and accurately, he even killed a neighbor's dog in advance to practice...

"Can a weird game really read the player's memory?" Qisi narrowed his eyes. He really didn't expect that a dead man who was almost in elementary school would appear here as a prop closely related to the plot of the dungeon.

"Holy shit! What's going on?" Dong Xiwen was the first to yell.

"I don't know...it's so scary..." Hehui lowered his head, his shoulders shaking.

Although Hansen and Cynthia were still calm, their expressions were not natural. Anyone who is suddenly faced with a corpse with a miserable appearance will not be in a good mood.

Chiss retracted his gaze from the corpse's face and stared down at the table with an innocent expression.

He always had a hunch that if other players found out that he was the murderer, they would end badly.

"Hoho, it's just a little warm-up game, I hope you like it!" Charlie's tone was still full of passion, "Someone died, and the murderer is among you. After the game is over, you have to vote for the murderer! "

Cynthia asked: "What happens after the murderer is voted out? What will happen to the murderer?"

Charlie said: "I will design a luxurious exit for him and let him die in line with the crimes he committed!"

"Sin"? The old players caught the key words and signaled each other with their eyes.

Seeing the coldness, Dong Xiwen raised his hand and asked: "What will happen if we make the wrong choice?"

"No matter who you choose, he will be executed. The audience doesn't care what the truth is, they want excitement, blood, and death!" Charlie made a weird "ho ho" sound, and his words trembled, "No matter what choice you make , you don’t have to bear the consequences directly, so don’t be stingy with your right to vote, carnival is the most important thing!”

Dong Xiwen said with vacant eyes: "You don't bear the consequences directly, so you will bear the consequences indirectly, right? And what the hell is the audience? You said before that we are the audience. I prefer watching Sakura's Mansion movies to death. Is this possible? Did you say that?”

He Hui also said: "Yes, I am really afraid of blood. As an audience, can I make some requests to reduce the bloody scenes?"

"You are only a minority. As a playwright, I have to cater to the majority!" Charlie said loudly, "I have prepared three questions for you in this game. Each of you must answer truthfully. Wait until you have heard all People’s answers, I believe you will all have a candidate to vote for. When the time comes, you just need to write the other person’s name on the paper, and the person with the most votes will be the murderer!”

When Zeiss heard the word "name", his eyebrows raised slightly: "What if we don't know each other's real name?"

Charlie turned his pale masked face to him: "Didn't you already tell the audience the name of the character you played? The audience doesn't care what your original name is, they care about the character and the character's name!"

The players invariably thought of the self-introductions made by the opening few people. There is no doubt that most of what they said were pseudonyms; and it can be heard from Charlie's subtext that the names they made up are their references in this copy.

There will not be a situation like "Why did you ask Lu Xun to have anything to do with me, Zhou Shuren?", the "character name" they reported will truly point to themselves.

Why is the expression "just tell the audience" so strange? Is there any other audience besides them?

Dong Xiwen was outspoken and directly raised the common questions of the players.

"Of course!" Charlie said with a smile, "A drama is created for thousands of viewers. Although you can't see them, they are all here!"

Dong Xiwen had goosebumps all over his body, and he felt like countless pairs of eyes were lurking in the shadows, peering at him.

He quickly moved his eyes around and looked around, but didn't see anything suspicious. The whole room was like a huge stage, and every part was filled with flash lights.

Charlie was unaware of his discomfort and was as excited as a madman: "Don't worry, I will let the whole world see this performance one day! Art is an explosion, they will like it!"

Ziss smiled: "It sounds interesting. Although I hate being a monkey in the show, if it is the whole world as the stage, that is another matter. So now you can talk about the questions you prepared. Yet?"

"Do you also like my idea? That's great!" Charlie said happily, "I believe you can't wait any longer, so I won't talk nonsense. The first question is, how old were you when you first killed someone?"

Qiss instantly felt the strong malice belonging to this copy.

The age of the corpse is easy to judge. Once he answers the question truthfully, there is no guarantee that other players will not make associations.

And if he plays word games and makes mistakes, his guilty conscience will be visible to the naked eye in the eyes of other players.

Weird Game actually didn't even want to lose face and targeted him so blatantly?

Zeiss asked calmly: "Who should I start with?"

Charlie said nothing, leaving the details entirely to the player's discretion.

Cynthia smiled and said: "Answer in order of seat number, Zhou Ke, you are No. 1, so logically you should go first."

"That's not fair." Zeiss shook his head. "If each question is answered in this order, the people at the bottom will have the opportunity to use the time when others answer to weave lies."

Dong Xiwen frowned: "Didn't Charlie say that he should answer truthfully? Who dares to lie and risk his life?"

Qisi said calmly: "The truth can sometimes lie."

"Zhou Ke, are you feeling guilty when you chirp so much?" Hansen yelled impatiently, "If you really don't want to be the first to answer, then start from the 5th."

Ziss turned his head and looked at him: "Hansen, you seem to want to quickly identify an object of suspicion and attract other people's attention. I suggested starting from No. 5, probably because you are No. 2 and don't want to be the second to answer. .what are you worried about?"

Hansen sneered: "You are slandering! You raised the issue first and didn't want to be the first to answer. I think you are just eager to get rid of the suspicion!"

Zeiss turned to Charlie: "Twelve years old."

"……ah?"

The players were all stunned for a moment, and then realized that Zeiss was answering Charlie's question of "How old were you when you first killed someone?"

Dong Xiwen had a complicated expression: "Brother, you are so young, is it an accident or something?"

Ziss was noncommittal, looked at Hansen and smiled: "Okay, I've finished answering the first question, it's your turn."

Hansen glared at him warningly and said in a low voice, "Nineteen years old."

Two people set an example, and the next three quickly took over.

Hehui: "Fourteen years old."

Dong Xiwen: "Huh? So you also..."

Cynthia: "I don't know if that counts, but if it means someone died because of me, the first time was forty-six years ago when I was thirty-two."

Dong Xiwen: "Wait, you are over seventy?"

Seeing everyone looking at him, he touched his nose awkwardly: "Oh, I killed the person when I was twenty, two years ago. That scumbag's death was not a pity, and I have no regrets."

Everyone had already answered the first question. Chiss was bored and picked up a pen to write down the information everyone said on paper.

He noticed that except for the initial dispute between him and Hansen, no one later became suspicious of other players after hearing the answer.

He almost figured it out: If the first question could reveal the murderer, there was no need for Charlie to prepare three questions.

As a playwright, I naturally know that "the gun that appears in the first act of the play must go off in the third act."

Since it is said that three questions will be asked, the candidate in the player's mind must wait until the three questions are answered before the candidate can be truly clear.

"In the first question, no one of you lied. Although it lacks a bit of drama, it also makes the plot progress more smoothly so that it can reach the climax as soon as possible."

Charlie commented nonchalantly and raised his voice: "Second question, how did you kill him and dispose of his body?"

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