Infinite weird games

Zeiss remembered that he once had a true friend.

That was eleven years ago. There was a silly kid who happened to sit at the same table with him, and who happened to have no friends like him, so he naturally approached him, sharing snacks, chatting, laughing and playing with him.

Ziss was only eleven years old at that time. Although he was no longer a normal person, at least he had not done anything illegal or criminal.

He was used to sitting quietly in a corner, flipping through some bloody and dark forbidden books, and imagining the misery of the characters in the books, until his pale face turned red and his breathing became rapid.

The "friend" could not understand his hobbies, but still sat beside him, reading and watching with difficulty and panic, trying to understand his excitement and joy.

"Qisi, why do you always look at these things?" One time, a "friend" asked Qisi.

"I'm choosing how to die for myself," Ziss said.

He held a book explaining the relationship between love and appetite without raising his head: "I have always been curious about how I will die and where I will go after death."

"Friend" was stunned: "You are only eleven years old, why do you have to think about these things?"

"Because it's boring," Zis said. "This world seems to be programmed. Everyone and everything has fixed behavior patterns. Joys, sorrows and joys can be accurately measured, but I have nothing."

"Then how do you know the world after death won't be boring?"

"I don't know, but it's like a blind box that has at least some chance of being interesting."

The "friend" was stunned for a long time, and suddenly started telling some nonsense.

Zisi knew that his "friend" wanted to cheer him up, and according to the established rules, he should recognize the fun and support him.

So he closed the book, listened to the boring jokes quietly, showed an exaggerated fake smile, and then told some more boring jokes to respond.

At that time, he never told his "friends" that he had had thoughts of murder more than once.

In the unclear impression of childhood, there was always a voice at the bottom of his mind tempting him, saying that missing emotions could be stimulated by the stimulation of killing, pale memories could be colored with the blood of the dead, and there should be a crazy beast living in the desolate heart. beast...

But he told the voice that "Friend" was such a well-behaved person. If he knew that he had become a murderer, he didn't know how long he would be talking about him.

If nothing else happens, Ziss might try to pretend to be a normal person, and gradually get used to this false normality, letting the hidden desires in his heart fade away as time goes by.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. One day, some children who had nothing to do discovered his weirdness and naturally started playing a game of beating monsters.

"Zis is evil and we must defeat him," the children said.

After they said, "We will beat anyone who plays with Zeiss again." His only "friend" became afraid and hid far away every time he saw him, as if avoiding the plague or wild beasts.

Even at the call of the children, the "friends" began to spit and throw mud at him.

When his "friend" deliberately tore up his book again, his empty emotional palace was finally woven with a touch of human emotion.

Sadness, pain, or anger, in short, it was an extremely negative feeling that could not be rejected and constituted his initial understanding of emotions.

So, in order not to be looked at with hatred by his "friends", he could only close the eyes belonging to his "friends" forever.

Since he was a child, he has been a child with strong hands-on skills. It is not difficult for him to kill a peer, but the subsequent troubles really make him sick to his stomach.

His parents were still alive at that time, so of course he couldn't take the body back; leaving it outside would cause it to stink and rot, and risk being discovered by the Public Security Bureau.

He had no choice but to eat his silly "friend" in one bite, eating it cleanly and filling him up.

——It was not delicious at all and he never wanted to eat it again.

…

Thinking touches the gray area in memory, setting off waves of dust and haze.

Qisi pursed his lips, looked at everyone's expressions, and basically confirmed his previous guess.

The details he mentioned were completely consistent with the way the deceased died, but no one identified him. There was only one possibility - the corpses the players saw were different.

Chiss looked at Charlie and asked politely: "Can we take a break and exchange details about the body?"

"Of course!" Charlie's cheerful laughter sounded muffled under the mask, "It seems that Mr. No. 1 has discovered the foreshadowing I left! Very good, very dramatic!"

As soon as these words came out, the players no longer cared about Qisi's bloody self-narration.

The hint is not unclear.

Dong Xiwen murmured: "The corpse I saw was that of a young boy. He had multiple fractures on his body and his brain was flowing all over his face."

"No, that's not what I saw." Hehui said with a pale face, "What I saw was a fat man..."

Qiss smiled, held his chin with his hand, and tapped his chin again and again: "Do you guys still remember the warning? 'Everyone of us is guilty,' and there is not necessarily only one murderer."

"I understand, each of us is a murderer, and what we see is the first person we killed." Hansen showed a sinister smile on his face, "You guys are pretending really well, if Zhou Ke hadn't pointed it out, Are you planning to turn me into a murderer and let me die? "

No one admits or denies it, the answer is very clear and no further discussion is needed.

Charlie said that the truth is not important, as long as one person is thrown out, even if there are indirect consequences if the wrong vote is made, it is better than being thrown out and executed.

"We can all abstain, but it doesn't mean we have to vote." Dong Xiwen muttered softly.

Charlie heard this and added with a smile: "If your votes are the same, then everyone will be executed! I have designed an artistic death method for each of you. Each of you is guilty and is worth trying! "

Dong Xiwen's eyes widened: "But we are all murderers, how else can we vote? Everyone vote for themselves, and then commit suicide together to apologize?"

No one picked up the fight.

When everyone is a murderer, anyone can vote, so the most economical choice must be to select a victim and everyone will vote him out together.

Cynthia pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Since we are all murderers, there is no need to consider the truth. I think we will know who to choose after Charlie asks the third question."

Everyone looked at Charlie.

In full view of the public, the puppet-like NPC trembled exaggeratedly and burst out with a burst of crazy laughter: "The third question, what is your profession and contribution? Maybe someone with value can offset the merit and don't have to die. Oh—maybe!”

Assess the value of life and decide life and death based on value. It's this utilitarianism that divides people into three, six or nine classes again.

Chiss thought of the two endings of "Double Happiness" for no reason -

"Sacrificial victim" and "ending disaster".

What is Weird Game’s attitude towards this kind of moral kidnapping that sacrifices one person and fulfills the majority?

Are you happy to see the results come to fruition, or are you just sitting on the sidelines?

Cynthia clasped her hands and spoke solemnly: "I am the governor of the Federal District of Silesia. If you often pay attention to the social situation, you should know that I have promoted the federal improvement of the medical insurance system and paid attention to the rights of vulnerable groups. Six years ago, the crisis that swept the world was I also went to the front line to provide rescue services during strange fires.”

"If I can leave this copy alive, I will continue to seek the welfare of all mankind and continue to do what I have been doing - fighting for women's rights so that all girls can grow up in peace, happiness, equality and safety ”

Qisi understood that Cynthia's words were aimed at He Hui, and they were of the same nature as his previous kindness to Dong Xiwen.

A vote involving life and death will inevitably not satisfy everyone. It only needs to win the support of some people.

"I don't believe a word you politicians say! Who can sit in that position without a few dirty things?" Hansen interrupted Cynthia with a sneer, "I am a loan shark, just like you guessed. I have never done many good things in my life, including murder and arson.”

"You won't believe me if I tell you that I won't lend money anymore. But I can promise you that when I leave this copy, I will destroy the IOUs in my hand and let those old bad guys go. You should also know "Compared with my promise and that old woman's empty promise, which one is easier to realize?"

After Hansen finished speaking, he folded his arms and leaned back on the chair, with a "you guys have to figure it out" look on his face.

After these two people's speeches, the order of answers has been messed up.

Dong Xiwen simply spoke for the third time: "I hope to survive, because I still have things I want to do. But if I must die here, then so be it, someone will always have to sacrifice. But I feel that any No sin should sit on this table and be judged in such a ridiculous way.”

"I don't know how to answer Charlie's question. I haven't worked yet, and I haven't made any contributions. But I will try my best to be a kind and upright person. If one day I can change the old order, I will I can guarantee that no one will oppress others within my power.”

"This may sound too idealistic and a bit false, but I still hope you can believe me. Maybe as long as everyone is more idealistic, the world will change..."

His words came to an abrupt end because Qisi suddenly looked at He Hui and said feebly: "I remember that Dong Xiwen is not the only one among us who has no job."

Hehui nodded slightly: "Yes, I am still in high school. But I can promise that I will never do bad things in the future. I have no choice but to commit crimes. If I couldn't bear it, I would not choose to kill..."

Her voice became softer and softer, becoming increasingly inaudible.

Qisi interrupted Dong Xiwen, mainly because he was afraid that he would continue to copy the Jiuzhou Guild's promotional materials and give a long speech.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a question and looked around the crowd with a smile: "In your opinion, how should human value be defined? Sin and value cannot be quantified into specific numerical values, and simple addition and subtraction cannot be done between the two. , how to judge whether a person deserves to die? "

Seeing that the players were deep in thought, he continued unhurriedly: "To talk about contribution to the world is even more illusive. In addition to humans, this world also has lower animals, plants, microorganisms, and inanimate objects. As for the entire nature It seems that the growth and prosperity of the human population may be a devastating disaster for other creatures..."

"Are you an animal rights activist or an environmentalist?" Cynthia asked calmly.

"No, I'm just curious about the perspective from which the so-called 'contribution' should be judged." Zeiss glanced sideways at Charlie, his eyebrows calm, "From the perspective of NPC and other weird people, the greatest contribution of mankind may be self-destruction; From the perspective of ordinary people, the biggest contribution of others is to solve their problems of food, clothing, housing and transportation; from the perspective of politicians with a long-term vision, developing science and technology and exploring the future are the most meaningful things..."

"What on earth are you going to say?" Hansen said impatiently, "We are all human beings, do you still want to think about the problem from a weird perspective?"

Chiss looked at him, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I just think it is meaningless to consider contribution outside this dungeon. Who can control what you will do after returning to reality? Hansen, if you die in this dungeon, you can I’m afraid it will take a lot of trouble to get back those loans, right?”

Hansen snorted coldly: "Even if I die, as long as those IOUs are still there, someone will collect the debt."

Ziss ignored him and continued: "I am a taxidermist. The contribution I can make is to analyze the situation rationally and not to do things that harm the collective interests out of stupidity and cowardice."

"I will vote for Hansen. He is the only one among us who is good at using force, and judging from the first two questions, his IQ is not very high. We cannot rule out the possibility that he will use force to coerce us in the future. The possibility of accompanying him to do stupid things, I think, needs to be eliminated early on.”

Speaking of this, Qisi thought of Chang Xu and the answer of "blow up the tram" for no reason.

All kinds of isms are nothing but false propositions that will be crushed by absolute power.

In fact, it is not difficult to make the debate over doctrine play a leading role in the situation. You just need to use the rules to eliminate those with absolute strength.

Zeiss tapped his index finger on the table and said in a joking tone: "Throw the stupid idiot out of the door so that we 'civilized people' can sit down and talk quietly, right?"

………………

[Note] "The Decameron" is a collection of short stories written by Italian writer Giovanni Boccaccio. It tells the story of 10 men and women who took refuge in a villa in the countryside during the plague epidemic in Florence, Italy, and each told a story every day. , lived there for 10 days and told a hundred stories. This work embodies humanistic ideas, pays attention to and promotes human values.