Infinite weird games

The game was no longer suspenseful. Players handed the biggest cards in their hands to Charlie in turn, and then stopped playing.

When it was Charlie's turn, he said "stop" happily and looked around at everyone: "Now all of you have the same number of chips, which is fair! I believe there will be a wonderful performance tomorrow!"

He laughed, and then the points were settled.

51 points, Charlie busted.

He was the only player who busted in this round.

The last chip turned into blood in front of him, and he fell apart with laughter, and the broken wood fell to the ground. In a few seconds, the broken pieces broke into smaller wood chips, scattered all over the ground, and formed a thin layer of sand.

Charlie, who dominated the players for two scenes, was shattered like this. Everyone looked at the remains on the ground and felt a strong sense of unreality.

"Is the game over?" He Hui asked timidly, "The main NPC is dead, so the dungeon should be almost cleared."

Cynthia shook her head: "The Charlie we met may not be the main NPC of this dungeon. There are two characters in the script fragments, the playwright Charlie and his puppet, and we have not met the so-called playwright so far, nor have we found all the script contents. To clear the dungeon, we may need to perform three acts of the play, or collect all the script fragments."

Things went around in circles and returned to the original topic.

Qis spoke at the right time: "If I guess correctly, the script fragments are scattered in various rooms. It's still early now, let's start searching from Room 1 to see if we can find any clues."

He Hui and Dong Xiwen had no objection, and Cynthia, who had signed the contract, did not dare to object.

Qis stood up calmly and walked straight to the door of Room 1.

He was basically sure that the ghost transformed by his sin was inside.

Hansen's "supporting role card" made him guess that players can trigger the corresponding identity effect after getting the role card corresponding to themselves.

It is known that the character card will be extracted from the ghost after the player dies, but it is useless to get it at that time. You can't let the corpse pass the level like the "Double Happiness Town" copy.

Therefore, he tends to think that there must be other ways to obtain the character card, such as... negotiating with the corresponding ghost.

Cynthia followed closely behind Qi Si, and walked forward to open the door without any hesitation.

Qi Si took a step back without leaving a trace, and waited for her to go in, then followed leisurely.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the bright color blocks of red, yellow and blue suddenly cracked, and with a "click" sound that existed at the level of consciousness, the scene in front of him shattered and collapsed like broken glass.

A new scene emerged in the color block. After the new brushstrokes were adjusted and outlined, the color was no longer as bright as before, like a washed and faded photo, but it was more real.

The smell of blood, corruption, and mold rushed into his nose. Qis found himself standing alone in a dimly lit warehouse. The wooden boards that sealed the windows were covered with thick spider webs, indicating that this place had been abandoned for a long time.

With the weak light leaking in from the gaps in the wooden boards, you can see the dust and animal feces on the ground. A dirty white cat was lying in the corner. It had been dead for a long time, and even its skin and flesh were shriveled.

Qis hadn't been to such a dirty and messy place for several years, so his first reaction was to raise his hands to cover his mouth and nose and vomit.

But he soon realized that his nausea was not entirely from the environment, but more of a conditioned reflex buried deep in his memory.

Yes, he had been here before, ten years ago, and he was impressed.

"We agreed that I would return the book to you and you would return the toy to me, and we would have nothing to do with each other in the future." A childish voice sounded outside the door, quite familiar.

"It's a deal." Qis almost immediately recalled the cause and effect and continued the conversation.

Yes, ten years ago, he tricked his "friend" into this warehouse and killed him with a compass.

Ten years later, the murderer half-closed his eyes and recalled in confusion, what was his mood at that time?

Nervous, excited, or... because everything was planned, he withdrew from unnecessary emotions, as calm and numb as a machine?

The right hand holding the weapon was hidden in the long sleeves and could not be seen clearly. Qi Si said: "Come in, don't let them see it."

The child in the blue and white school uniform walked into the warehouse. He was about 1.45 meters tall, with some baby fat on his face, and looked very silly.

The child clenched his fingers and bared his teeth in a cowardly manner: "Don't think about saying nice things to me, I won't make peace with you!"

Qi Si suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at himself for being stabbed by such childish hostility.

But it is undeniable that this was the beginning of his sin.

After the first murder, his childhood ended.

He walked around behind him lightly, raised the compass in his hand high, yes, now, pointed the needle tip at the back of the neck, and stabbed it hard.

Warm blood soaked the cold fingertips, and the rift between the past and the present was instantly healed. Qi Si showed a bloody smile, lowered his eyes to look at the slowly falling corpse, and threw the compass to the corner.

He closed the door of the warehouse, walked to a pile of things covered with black cloth based on his memory, dragged out a bone-cutting knife from below, and then returned to the original place, skillfully cutting the limbs of the corpse.

After doing everything, he squatted down, holding his chin and fell into deep thought.

His thoughts touched the feelings of many years ago. He stared indifferently at the dead body in front of him that no longer looked like a human, and his stomach suddenly stirred up a turmoil.

It tastes terrible, terrible. Qi Si thought so as he swallowed the flesh and blood ten years ago.

"It tastes terrible." Qi Si said, "Even beef and pork, if they are not cooked, they will not taste good when eaten raw."

He seemed to have gained a God's perspective, looking down at the shadow of a child condensed next to the corpse, crying and biting the corpse like a beast.

"Don't cry, you are annoying." Qi Si said coldly, "Be careful, don't get it everywhere."

He hated children as always, especially himself.

He knew what an unpleasant bad boy he was when he was a child, who was good at acting and lying, and knew how to cry and laugh to deceive the love of adults.

Of course, he is not a "bad boy" now, and the victims are used to calling him "social scum".

"It would be nice if the corpse came back to life." The child suddenly turned his head 180 degrees and looked up at him. "Let the corpse come back to life and get rid of itself, so there will be no trouble."

Qis saw that the wounded corpse stood up tremblingly, picked up a knife and cut off its own flesh, and put it into its mouth.

The corpse soon became a skeleton, and the meat it ate burst its stomach sac and fell from the middle of the skeleton. The corpse bent down, picked up the meat on the ground, and stuffed it into its mouth again, and so on.

"Little friend, are you my sin?" Qis suppressed the disgust in his eyes and squeezed out a friendly smile, "Do you know where my character is stuck?"

The school uniform on the child suddenly turned bright red from the edge, and the style changed from an ordinary school uniform to a sophisticated suit dress.

The child in red turned into a tall young man, smiling maliciously: "Of course I know, but why should I tell you, as a player?"

Qis turned around and left.

Two seconds later, the young man behind him sighed helplessly: "It's a pity that he didn't fall for it."

A black card lay quietly at the door of the warehouse.

Zis chuckled and bent down to pick it up.

Lines of silver-white text appeared in front of him.

[Congratulations on getting your character card and becoming the second character in the whole play to know his fate]

[You will get all the characteristics of this character, including becoming the character itself]

A small card with a black background outlined a shadow in the lower right corner of the line of sight. On the card, a young man wearing red suit trousers held the clown mask with his hands and laughed.

This is like an identity card. I don't know which main card it corresponds to, and I don't know why it was alienated into a [character card].

[Character Card - Villain]

[Description: He is cold and cruel, he is unforgivable, he is an obstacle on the protagonist's way forward, and he is the opposite of justice. He walks in the shadows and is destined to be with the dark. Kindness and bottom line are his antonyms. He does not need sympathy or redemption. He once bloomed in the killing and will eventually perish in the killing. 】

[Effects: 1. "First-hand advantage" - At key plot points involving the protagonist, you will be able to decide the order of voting (only one chance for each script);

2. "I will definitely come back" - If the protagonist survives, you will be resurrected in a reasonable way after suffering fatal damage (only one chance for each script)]

Qis had expected his identity; he also expected that the role card would have some effect.

What surprised him was that he was not the first person to find his role card.

The first person to find the role card should be the lucky one who happened to choose the room where his sin was.

Who would that be? Dong Xiwen, or He Hui?

Qis put the role card in his pocket and stepped over the threshold of the warehouse.

The red, yellow and blue scene was woven again, and he was surprisingly back in Room 1.

Cynthia stood by the bed and said calmly: "I searched everywhere before going to bed yesterday, but I didn't find any useful clues. But I'm old, and I can't see many places carefully. Maybe you can search again." Dong Xiwen looked around the room and said in a sarcastic tone: "Don't you have desks here? Why is there one in my room? Isn't it a special treatment?" No player noticed Qi Si's abnormality. Everything that happened just now seemed to be an illusion unique to Qi Si. Qi Si raised the corners of his lips, walked to the wall, and used his fingernails to dig the wallpaper and peel off the wall. The others surrounded him as soon as he started to destroy the wall. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was more adapted to this copy than anyone else, and he might really find something. Dong Xiwen suddenly said "Fuck", and as far as he could see, several papyrus were stuck on the charred wall in a staggered manner, and lines of text appeared as the wallpaper faded. [The audience likes comedy, and the core of comedy is to let the protagonist win. 】

【The last scene ends, the back door of the stage opens, and the actors leave. 】

【Let the protagonist live, let the villain die. 】

【Good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil. Tooth for tooth, blood for blood. 】

There is no logic between the sentences, it should be a note written by the playwright.

Qi Si looked at the entry that was obviously aimed at the "villain", and his smile became even bigger.

He became more and more curious about what kind of existence this playwright was, why he was so persistent in creating plays that the audience liked even though he was obviously pessimistic about human nature.

He was even more curious about how the playwright would make the plot come together if he had to kill the "protagonist".

Dong Xiwen pointed to [the end of the last act] and deduced: "Does this mean that as long as we finish the three acts, a 'door' will appear on the stage leaving the dungeon, and we have passed the level? But until now we have I don’t know what the background of this copy is…”

Qisi narrowed his eyes, a smiling mask embedded in his face, always the same: "There are five rooms left, we can always find all the clues, right?"

He paused and asked casually: "What do the 'protagonist' and 'villain' written on these notes mean? We are all actors, is this talking about our character identities?"

Hehui had no doubt that he was there and said, "It should be so. Yesterday I met my corresponding ghost and picked up a character card."

"What is your identity? Can you show me?"

He Hui hesitated for a second and then said: "I...I am a supporting character."

In the following rooms, thanks to Qiss' demonstration in the first room, the search efficiency was much higher. As soon as everyone entered the house, they were like locusts passing by, peeling off the wallpaper with all their hands, leaving some parts exposed.

On the wall of Room 2 is written:

[The gun that appears in the first act of the play must go off in the third act. 】

[Don’t kill a character easily unless you have squeezed out the last bit of his value. 】

[Set the stage and let the characters move on their own. If it's out of control, change the rules. 】

There was nothing on the walls of Room 3. Faced with Qisi's suspicious gaze, He Hui couldn't argue, but Dong Xiwen spoke up to save her.

In Room 4, Ziss handed over the remaining pages of the script he found. The second act had ended anyway, so the information was considered expired.

In Room 5, new fragments of the script appeared.

[Charlie: The king has given an ultimatum to close down our theater! It's all because of those bloody plays you wrote that we have lost forever the opportunity to perform even the simplest plays! 】

[Puppet: Sir, you are still so naive! It is only a matter of time before the theater is closed down. The king only wants to let the people know what they should know. The things you write are destined not to be seen by too many people. I just speed up the process, at least until the end comes, and you get the joy of carnival. 】

[Charlie: I don’t want a carnival, I just want to have a theater of my own and be able to perform plays that express my thoughts and emotions. Why should even such a simple wish be destroyed now? 】

[Puppet (disdainfully): Oh, thoughts! Have you ever heard: "When humans think, God laughs." Those thoughts of yours are worthless. What the Kingdom needs are puppets, puppets like me! 】

[The guards knocked on the theater door loudly, and Charlie shouted: "Wait a minute!" He rushed into his study, stuffed the bundles of papyrus into a suitcase, and threw them out the window. The guards held torches, broke in, and rummaged through the theater. 】

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[Note] "Dead Souls" is a novel written by the Russian writer Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky. It tells the story of a businessman who specializes in deception.

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