Infinite weird games

"You see, sometimes we don't need to argue too much. We just need to hide behind the scenes to observe and pry, and we can get all the information we want to know."

"Sister Zou, this is not your second time entering the dungeon, right? Such props are not something a newcomer can get. Are you a veteran who spent points to enter the dungeon?"

After going back in time, in Guest Room No. 1, Zou Yan looked at Ye Zi with a smile: "It's not easy, is it? You and Shen Ming know each other in real life, right?"

Ye Zi's eyes widened, and after a while he pretended to be calm and said: "He is my uncle. I owe some money, and I am not afraid of death. He said that he can make money quickly by playing this game. I am not familiar with him, otherwise he wouldn't be either. As for hating me...but Sister Zou, how did you know that I know him?"

Zou Yan was noncommittal, and the smile on her lips became thicker: "Don't you think you are too obvious? I also know that you are all from 'Xila'."

She suddenly gently took Ye Zi's right hand and gently pressed her little finger.

On the originally smooth and white knuckles of the leaf, a black ring slowly protruded. A decorative butterfly was embossed on the surface, and it looked like the English letter "S".

Zou Yan took off the girl's black ring, but the latter was unable to move during the process. She could only spit out a "ho ho" sound from her throat with dizzy eyes.

There was a loud bell ringing outside the door, and it was one o'clock in the afternoon.

Zou Yan tilted her head and looked at the fear in Ye Zi's eyes, then smiled and put her hand on her neck:

"God won't bless you."

…

"Shen Ming is from the Xi La Guild. Liu Qingye and Shen Ming know each other. I suspect she is too." Chang Xu stretched out his hand to push aside the vines in front of him, his voice was as light as lake water.

On the third floor of the castle, black and green plant tentacles broke out from the four corners of the floor, climbing on the gray and black walls in a reptile manner.

Thick plants show vigorous vitality, growing to the ceiling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and hanging down from top to the ground, sealing off the space of the entire floor.

Zeiss tried to use the blade to draw a line on a vine that was one finger thick. The green juice splashed on his face and quickly condensed into fluffy tentacles and penetrated into his flesh. He hurriedly raised his hand to tear it apart, but he tore off a small layer of skin along with it.

"This vine is a bit interesting. Isn't it a device that can parasitize the human body?" Qisi put away the blade and used his hands like Chang Xu to open a path that could barely pass through. "...How do you know Shen Ming is from the Sila Guild?"

He didn't know what "Xila Guild" was, but judging from Chang Xu's matter-of-fact tone, this guild should be very famous, and it was something that veteran players would definitely know.

Chang Xu stopped, took out something like a ring from his arms, and showed it to Qisi.

It was a black ring, simple in style, with only a black butterfly carving twisted into the letter "S" as decoration.

"This is what I found on Shen Ming, their token." Chang Xu said, "The Xiela Guild's research on weird games is very advanced, and it can already make some props that can be brought into the game. Like this ring, the effect It just increases the probability of two people entering the same dungeon.”

Can the Silas Guild... be able to make its own items?

Qisi's eyes flashed slightly and he gently touched the bracelet on his right wrist.

As if aware of the curiosity of his temporary teammates, Chang Xu said calmly: "If you are interested in this information, you can check it yourself on the forum. Basically all the information that can be disclosed is on it."

He thought of something and added: "The Silas Guild has done many evil things, and now it is the target of public criticism. It is being encircled and suppressed by various forces in the game and in reality. It is only a matter of time before it is uprooted."

...Are you afraid that I would join the so-called "Sila Guild"?

Qisi, fearing that the world would be in chaos, raised his eyebrows and looked at Chang Xu: "It seems that Shen Ming's death has nothing to do with you, Brother Chang, right?"

Chang Xu glanced at him doubtfully and asked seriously: "What does it have to do with it?"

"...It's boring."

The door was closed behind the cover of vines, and the rusty keyhole was filled with dust.

Qisi took a step forward, pulled out a thin wire from the bracelet, inserted it into the keyhole and fiddled with it.

A few seconds later, there was just a "click" and the door lock opened.

Chang Xu, who witnessed all this, looked suspicious: Do you call this a taxidermist?

Qisi put away the wire, took a step back, and smiled at Chang Xu: "Brother Chang, I have some mysophobia, please be considerate."

Chang Xu looked at the door handle that was covered with a thick layer of dust, and without much doubt, he pushed the door open and entered.

Qisi waited leisurely for two seconds, and after seeing nothing unusual, he followed up slowly.

The room in front of me seemed to have been visited by no one for a long time. As the visitor stepped in, dust filled the air, accompanied by a decaying atmosphere called "old times".

There was a large bed in the middle of the room, covered with an unfolded quilt, which had already fallen into a thick layer of dust. It can be seen from the bumps on the surface that there are two people lying underneath.

Qisi took a step forward and lifted the quilt.

Under the quilt, two skeletons were lying side by side on the bed. The bones were so dense that it made people feel chilly.

Qisi watched this scene intently. For a moment, the boundary between reality and games became blurred in front of his eyes, and countless memories that should have been deliberately forgotten surged in his mind.

First the red dress under the bed sheets, then the skeleton under the quilt... I have to say, Miss Anna's aesthetics are surprisingly consistent with his...

After a long silence, Qiss laughed softly: "These two should be Miss Anna's parents."

Chang Xu looked at the white skeleton, the hair on the back of his neck started to grow, and he couldn't help but ask: "How do you know?"

The smile on Qisi's face continued: "I said I guessed it, do you believe it?"

Death is inevitable, and the dead disappear silently. Only those who survive find it difficult to accept it, so they use various means to preserve the remains of the dead in vain, pretending to be self-deceptive and letting them stay in the same state as they were during life as a memorial.

——This is what taxidermy is all about.

Qisi straightened up and looked down at the skeleton lying quietly on the bed.

After a long time, he gently stretched his hand under the pillow where the skeleton was resting, and sure enough he touched a few pieces of paper.

With two fingers, he pulled out the piece of paper, and there were lines of text written on it.

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[Anna and Anne were born at the same time. According to ancient legends, one of the twins was born with a curse. We don’t believe this, they are our favorite daughters, and we just want them to grow up happily. 】

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[Anna is always so obedient, but Anne always has all kinds of weird ideas, which is really annoying]

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[Anna is getting more and more beautiful, she is so perfect, she will be happy. Anne's behavior is getting more and more weird. We suspect she wants to do something to Anna. There is a banquet at home, so let's lock her in the room for a day]

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[The cat at home died and we found the cat’s body in Annie’s room. She killed the cat and used the cat’s blood to draw various horrible runes on the wall. She was cursing us! 】

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[Our illness is getting worse, we are going to die...it must be Annie...]

…

The note ended abruptly.

Suddenly, a heartbreaking "crunching" sound came from the direction of the bed.

Qisi suddenly raised his eyes and saw the two skeletons on the bed sitting upright at some point, turning their heads to look in his direction.

The fingertips felt a little damp, and on the piece of paper in his hand, the black text was turning red inch by inch, seeping out of the paper and flowing down like blood.

When he let go of his hand, the piece of paper seemed to be stuck to his hand, unable to be shaken off no matter what. The bloody words stretched out their tentacles and pierced into the flesh, like the roots of a rose.

Qisi's pupils narrowed.