Infinite weird games

In the center of the stage, Dong Xiwen, Cynthia and puppet Charlie were sitting at a round table, with a card in front of them.

After Zeiss escapes from the knife, the drama continues; Charlie joins in after admitting his guilt.

The pace of the new play is much faster than that of the first show. Excluding the night part, the process has reached the second act in just half an hour.

Both of them were given a few playing cards by an NPC, and they played the "Crazy Black Jack" that they had played before.

In a three-player game, the first two to achieve a union will have a decisive advantage. As long as the players work together, Charlie can't make waves no matter what.

But when Cynthia proposed to join forces with Dong Xiwen to eliminate Charlie as an NPC, Dong Xiwen hesitated.

It's known that Cynthia likely killed Hansen, but who knows if letting her live until the third act will kill him in the same way in the battle royale segment?

You know, after this woman agreed to "Zhou Ke"'s proposal, she turned her back and voted for "Zhou Ke"...

But there is no definite evidence, and nothing has happened yet. Do you really want to join forces with NPCs to kill other players in order to survive?

"Dong Xiwen, I know what you are worried about. I can also tell you truthfully that before voting, I did think about actually killing you in the third act."

Cynthia's words were sincere and her eyes were sincere: "But now the situation has changed. Zhou Ke has stolen the clues and plans to leave us to pass the level alone. Even if I kill you, I won't be able to trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism; if I keep you, I may try to crack it." World view, let’s live together.”

"Zhou Ke has too much advantage. I know him well. He is suspicious and cruel by nature. In order to obtain greater benefits, he will definitely find ways to destroy us. We must unite to deal with him."

Dong Xiwen stared at the cards in front of him and remained silent.

He has a [10] in his hand. Whoever he hands it to will burst the card and lose the game.

It is undeniable that what Cynthia said makes sense.

But refusing to cooperate and teaming up with Charlie to get Cynthia out will undoubtedly reduce the risk to zero and allow him to directly win the show...

Dong Xiwen seemed to be struggling for a long time, but in fact only two seconds passed.

He finally made a decision and pushed the cards in front of him with his fingers: "I choose to hand the cards to..."

"Fuck!"

He screamed out in surprise, because at the moment of his movement, the entire stage shook violently.

The originally dazzling spotlight suddenly flashed crazily as if it had a bad contact, just like the warning before the ghost appeared in the old movie.

The puppet Charlie's movements were frozen at the previous second, as motionless as a real dead thing, and fell to the ground as the stage shook.

Dong Xiwen held on to the edge of the high-backed chair to prevent himself from being thrown out; Cynthia reacted a moment too late, knocked her head on the chair beside her, and hugged the back of the chair tightly to stabilize herself.

The ground began to subside, and the whole thing fell down like an elevator with a broken cable. With the rapid descent, the gilded ceiling and walls were no longer shiny, and were gradually covered with black charred ash, exuding a pungent burnt smell.

At a certain moment, all the vibrations stopped, and the surrounding scene was only a ruins left after the fire.

A ray of moonlight fell from the gap in the dome overhead, illuminating a small patch of ground not far away.

[The main mission has been refreshed]

[Main mission: Escape from the Scarlet Theater]

Two lines of system prompts were refreshed, and Dong Xiwen finally realized what the blind spot he had subconsciously ignored before.

The main mission is never clear, and performing the repertoire is not the main mission at all!

It is very likely that the dungeon has not really entered the main line until this moment!

Dong Xiwen gasped in shock, his mind going blank.

Cynthia's situation was even worse.

It is not easy for an old man in his seventies to participate in a strange game, let alone encounter many variables in a short period of time.

Her heart was beating wildly, as if it would jump out of her throat at any time, her eyes were blurry, and she had an intuition that she would faint at any time.

She squinted her eyes to settle her vision, and suddenly she saw Dong Xiwen in front of her with wide eyes, staring directly behind her.

Is there... anything there?

Cynthia was about to turn her head, but in the next second, a touch of coldness touched the back of her neck and slashed down hard.

Warm blood spurted out, followed by the knowledge of death. Cynthia opened her mouth to shout, but could only spit out a "gurgling" cough.

The woman's old head hit the table with a muffled "thud" sound. The body that lost its support softened, slid down the high-backed chair, and fell onto the scorched earth.

Dong Xiwen watched helplessly as the masked young man put away the bloody blade behind Cynthia. The white shirt was splattered with bright red blood, adding to the bloodlust.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he only came out with a stuttering question: "You...you killed her?"

"Uh-huh." The young man nodded, with a smile in his voice, "The next question is, do you want to die or live?"

…

After signing the contract with Charlie, Ziss offered to ask him to provide some convenience so that he could kill someone easily.

This was not difficult for Charlie. This NPC who ignored human life in every game agreed without even thinking about it.

Like Cynthia, as early as the beginning of the dungeon, Ziss had thought about killing this kindred spirit who had many similar qualities to himself.

At first, I just felt that at this age, this person could survive to the official pool despite being extremely inferior in physical strength and force, and he might very well pose a great threat to him in terms of intelligence.

Then he realized that as a high-level federal official, Cynthia had a close relationship with Kyushu, which might cause a lot of trouble. God knows whether she will use her authority to find out something and put Qiss on the wanted list in reality.

As for Cynthia's treacherous vote for him not long ago, this was a dispensable factor for Ziss, but it did not prevent him from settling the accounts together.

"By the way, everyone who dies here will become an audience, right?" Chiss asked Charlie five minutes ago.

Charlie answered in the affirmative.

Old God Qisi touched his chin on the ground: "I have a grudge against the person I want to kill later, and we can arrange for a burning or something like that."

Charlie agreed.

Soon after, the two scenes overlapped, and Ziss took advantage of Cynthia's unpreparedness and cut the back of her neck.

As for what will happen after her death, that is not up to Chis.

At this moment, Qisi looked at Dong Xiwen, who was stunned in his seat. The face under the mask was half-smiling: "Sign a contract with me, and I won't kill you. Maybe - I can even help you pass the customs."

Dong Xiwen belongs to the type that can be killed or not, but there must be something special about him being able to enter the official pool as a newcomer.

Having learned from Chang Xu's past experience, Qisi was afraid that a god would appear from out of nowhere and claim Dong Xiwen, saying he was the stupid boy he had bet on.

He was already being targeted by a guy who couldn't be beaten, and he didn't want to continue poking at the cockroach nest. Rather than killing them directly, it is more cost-effective to control people using contracts, which is simple, convenient and hygienic.

Dong Xiwen didn't know Qisi's considerations, and he couldn't understand why this perverted murderer would spare him.

The clown mask covered in oil paint obscured all facial expressions, making the young man look funny and unpredictable. The blood stains on his clothes gave him a sense of horror from a violent aesthetic movie, making him dare not say too much.

Dong Xiwen swallowed and asked, "What contract?"

Qisi snapped his fingers, and rain of blood fell from the sky.

Countless fine blood beads were suspended in front of Dong Xiwen's body, intertwined and condensed into phantoms of the contract scroll.

Golden embroidery thread wrote the terms of mortgaging the soul on the red paper, and a gilded quill hovered near Dong Xiwen's hand, urging him to sign his name.

Dong Xiwen held the quill and read the unequal treaty on the long scroll several times, sweating profusely: "Brother, you are more evil than an evil god, and more capitalist than a capitalist..."

Zeiss turned his masked face towards him and asked seriously: "So do you want to die?"

"...I'll sign." Dong Xiwen signed the contract with a sad face and kept talking, "Brother, let's talk about it. You said that the points will be allocated to you in the future. Can you give an approximate number? That's fine. Let me be mentally prepared..."

The bright red long scroll scattered into blood beads at the moment when the last stroke of the signature was completed, scattering into the void in all directions.

Qisi also learned Dong Xiwen's real name at that moment - Dong Zixi.

"Your brother's name is Dong Ziwen?" Qisi asked.

Dong Zixi was stunned: "How did you know? Does this soul contract also include reading memory?"

Of course the soul contract cannot read memories, at least not yet. The name is pretty easy to guess based on the pseudonym.

Ziss bent down and turned Cynthia's body over, dug out the cloth bag containing the props from the interlayer of her dress, took out a short knife, and touched her heart several times.

An identity card lay quietly in a cloth bag. The male and female magician, whose gender was indistinguishable, wore a black dress embroidered with red patterns and bowed. The crowd cheered loudly, but there were a few white playing cards in the top hat that he took off. Spread out.

[Identity Tag: Foolish Fraudster]

[Effect: When upright, all your words will be trusted; when reversed, all your lies will be seen through]

The positive effects are powerful enough, and the negative effects are deceiving enough. No wonder Cynthia didn't bind it directly.

Ziss, who already had [Rose Heart] and was self-aware of his luck, decisively threw this card into the mezzanine of his backpack to eat dust.

He had to die once in Shuangxi Town before unbinding [Humanoid Evil Spirit]. He didn't want to do this again at all.

There are also many messy props in the cloth bag, including a small bottle of sleeping pills, which are said to help players fall asleep quickly.

In the dungeon, if you can't sleep at night, accidents are easy to happen. This item is very useful, but Qiss still threw it at the foot of the table.

He has always been cautious about medicines. Who knows if this thing is poisonous? Even if it is not poisonous, what if there are sequelae?

Dong Zixi watched Qisi throw away most of the stolen goods with a look of disgust after touching the body, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, you don't want them all? I think there are a few things that are quite good..."

Qiss sneered: "If you are not afraid of being found by people from the Federation in the future, you can pick a few items and take them with you."

Dong Zixi was speechless: "That's impossible. Could it be possible that they would install tracking devices on the props?"

"Who knows?"

Qisi squinted his eyes slightly and stared at the pile of objects on the table, inexplicably beginning to miss Hansen who died tragically.

This guy should have had a few good things in his possession, but it was a pity that he died at the wrong time. His whole person and his wealth were burned down by fire. It was a pity.

It’s true that Cynthia boasted so much about herself, but the props were just a bunch of junk; even if there was a [Destiny Pocket Watch], he was willing to take the risk and accept it...

Of course, it is also possible that valuable props have been stored in the prop inventory and cannot be exploded even if they die...

Qi Siwu felt sorry for himself for a while, then turned and walked towards the direction of the moonlight.

Dong Zixi hesitated for two seconds and followed from a distance.

The steps that were not too heavy seemed to startle something. There was a crackling sound behind the ears, and the charred wooden boards scattered down, closely following the footsteps of the two players.

The ancient buildings were overwhelmed and collapsed behind them.

Qisi did not look back, and walked step by step into the light. When he looked up again, he could no longer see the dome, only a starless sky.

The lone moon casts a pale beam of light, and a pit is particularly conspicuous in the dim light.

Qisi walked over and saw a wooden box with mottled damage and stains lying quietly in the middle of the pit.

The wooden box has been opened, and most of the things that once contained it have been removed, leaving only a papyrus page.

There is no repertoire, no redundant words, only four symbols that do not belong to any language——

[End of Act 3]

Two seconds later, silver-white text refreshed on the system interface.

[The main mission has been completed, and the entire world view has been cracked]

[Congratulations to the player for clearing the multiplayer copy "Grand Show\