Infinite weird games

"That kind of writing is dead. Probably no one can read it except the ghosts of the aboriginal people."

At the Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, a female tour guide in black held up a small red flag and waved at a huge cement wall covered with strange patterns.

Only then did Chang Xu realize that those messy ghostly symbols were all words.

The female tour guide turned around and looked at the two players following her with a smile: "Your application form says that you want to read the surviving documents belonging to the aboriginal people. I'm afraid I will have to pour a bucket on you." Cold water - no one can understand what is written on it."

Read...literature? Chang Xu raised his eyebrows in confusion, and a low narration sounded in his ears without warning:

【Your family is deeply troubled by "insomnia", and generations of people have been mired in the pain of being unable to sleep. 】

[You accidentally learned that this disease originated from the curse of the evil god worshiped by the indigenous people. The witchcraft to relieve this curse is spread among the indigenous people. 】

[The culture of the indigenous people has been cut off. Fortunately, some documents belonging to them survived the disaster and are properly preserved in the memorial hall. 】

[What you need to do is to read the information in these documents to provide clues to solve the family's problems. 】

When he heard the word "reading", the corners of Meng Meng's eyes twitched very obviously. After receiving Chang Xu's questioning gaze, he made a grimace and shook his head slightly.

At the same time, two lines of silver-white text were refreshed on the system interface of the two people:

[The main mission has been refreshed]

[Main mission: Reading the documents in the memorial hall]

Reading...that is to say, not only do you need to recognize it, but you also need to read it?

Because of a certain teammate, Chang Xu had a certain understanding of linguistics and knew that learning a language from scratch was not an easy task; and deciphering "dead words" was an even more impossible task.

Moreover, this mission always feels out of tune with the tone of the weird game...

Meng Meng was naturally aware of the weirdness in it, and looked at the tour guide with a smile: "Ms. Medina, we can leave the documentation matter later. The two of us are here just to try our luck. You can take us briefly first. Let’s go through this memorial hall. We will stay here for several days, so we can’t bother you to take us there every day.”

The tour guide smiled and nodded, then turned and walked towards an exhibition hall where skulls were displayed in glass cabinets. He introduced in a sweet voice: "In the customs of the aborigines, after death, the skulls are made into decorations and carried with them, and the soul is sealed in them. Pass on knowledge to future generations. These are the skulls of some children who died in Maple Leaf Boarding School. Legend has it that they were once able to sing and speak..."

…

Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, third floor, dormitory No. 10.

Ziss put all the things that could easily arouse suspicion into the props, lay down on the bed at 3:15 on time, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Lidong came back in disgrace. After hearing Qisi's long breathing, he quietly climbed to the upper bunk without raising any suspicion.

At four o'clock sharp, the white light of the flashlight shone from a distance. After opening the door, he looked at Qisi's face and completed his bed check.

At six o'clock sharp, the piercing bell rang like crazy for a while, announcing the arrival of a new day.

Ms. Medina's sharp voice boomed in the corridor: "Get up quickly! Don't bring laziness into our school! If you violate school rules again today, I won't let you go like I did yesterday!"

She doesn't need to remind her of this. No one will forget about matters of life and death. The players did not dare to neglect, and quickly got out of bed, left the room, and gathered in the corridor.

Qisi stood next to Ms. Medina in a pretentious manner, looking at the listless people.

He noticed that all the male players had dark circles under their eyes and had been awake all night. The female players were in much better condition. Except for Zhang Yiyu who was yawning sleepily, everyone else was still in good spirits.

It seems that "insomnia" is only contagious among male players for the time being, and the time point was probably when they were taking a shower last night.

But counting the time, it won’t be long before everyone is infected with the disease. Even if the female players intentionally take precautions, Zeiss will find a way to put germs into their food.

Germs... Chiss suddenly remembered the poisonous mushrooms he got at the kitchen door last night.

He almost forgot about those mushrooms. He didn't think about them until now, which really made him care about them.

But where did he put those mushrooms?

Under the gaze of everyone, Qisi took out his backpack from the item list and rummaged through it. I can't find any clues out of thin air, as if a piece of memory has been dug out of my mind.

Signs of forgetfulness appear and become more and more obvious as time goes by; now they are just insignificant details, and when the memory of key clues is also blurred, solving the puzzle will become more difficult...

Ms. Medina looked around at everyone slowly: "Your performance just now is quite satisfactory. It seems that none of you are lazy in bed, which is very good! You are already lagging behind. In the next period of time, I hope that You can study advanced culture seriously."

Ziss noticed that her eyes stayed on the players with dark circles for a longer time, as if she wanted to see something by observing their expressions.

After looking around at everyone's faces, Ms. Medina suddenly raised her voice: "Which of you stayed up late last night and went to the archives?"

After hearing the first part, half of the players felt excited, and after hearing the second part, most people breathed a sigh of relief.

They all went to the office, and it seemed that they had handled their affairs quite cleanly without being noticed by Ms. Medina. I don’t know who the unlucky guy who went to the archives was, and why he was so sloppy, Ms. Medina saw the clues.

Players still don’t know that last night, Qisi burned the books in the archives and blamed Yamakawa Nobuhiro. Some people looked intently, while others carefully moved their eyes to observe the expressions of their companions, half to sympathize and half to watch the fun. .

Qisi's expression did not change, and he maintained the posture and expression of lowering his head slightly and lowering his eyes, looking extremely innocent.

After half a minute of silence, Ms. Medina suddenly moved and walked towards Qisi with a thump, approaching step by step, like a cat eyeing a mouse.

In the dead silence with only the sounds of breathing and footsteps, Zis allowed his consciousness to touch the icon of the Destiny Pocket Watch in the toolbar, ready to activate the effect at any time.

Just a few seconds passed, but the woman passed him by, stopped in front of Zhang Yiyu, put her wrinkled hand on the girl's shoulder, and asked word for word: "Did you go to the archives last night?" ?”

Zhang Yiyu knew that her acting skills were not good, so she thought it was her expression that showed the flaw.

Originally, she had some unrealistic luck, but the moment Ms. Medina stood in front of her, all the blood in her body went cold, and she answered uncontrollably: "Yes, I did it last night. Went to the archives."

Ms. Medina looked at the girl's face coldly for a while, then suddenly became anxious and murmured: "It's not you, it's not you, No. 16, you are a good boy..."

Under the puzzled looks of all the players, she left Zhang Yiyu behind, turned towards the stairs, and disappeared around the cold corner.

Only one sentence was left: "Number 47 immediately went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The rest of the group went to the cafeteria to wait. They read and recited the text before eight o'clock and had dinner on time at eight o'clock."

Qisi turned his head to look behind him at the frightened Zhang Yiyu, and caught a glimpse of the latter's throat rolling, which was an obvious sign of hunger.

This is very much like a game-breaking point deliberately set up by the dungeon. Stones are deliberately thrown into a calm lake to create splashes and ripples...

Qisi walked through the crowd calmly and expressionlessly, and quickly went down to the first floor.

He did not rush to the kitchen, but walked to the corner to the left of the door.

On the dusty wall, there is a wall calendar nailed, the date is [June 2, 1869].

According to the message on the white paper, yesterday was June 1st, and today is of course June 2nd. The data will be destroyed on June 3, and the players’ time is running out...

What makes Zisi more concerned is that with his usual style, it is impossible to miss this place during the investigation, and it is impossible to know the specific date until today——

There is only one possibility, that is, he forgot the information after obtaining it...

Moreover, he seemed to have known that he would forget, so he recorded the information on the page in advance.

But how did he know?

Qisi lowered his head and observed every corner with his eyes.

Everywhere he looked, there were sticky notes stuck to the surface of every object, with various English nouns written in black writing on them: door, wall, floor, calendar, table...

There was once someone who forgot the names of everything, so he used detailed records to fight against amnesia. Once the meaning of the sticky notes is also forgotten, these memories maintained by words will be gone forever...

It was impossible that he failed to notice these details on the first day. It was only possible that after noticing these key points, he irreversibly forgot them...

Zeiss's breathing quickened. He couldn't tell whether it was because of fear of the impending misfortune or gloating about the misfortunes of those who had already suffered misfortunes.

He took out a pen from his backpack and wrote a word on the palm of his hand: "Forget."

Immediately afterwards, he took out another piece of white paper, wrote a line of text on it, and read it silently: "I want to sign a contract with myself. In this copy, I will, without attracting attention, Record all kinds of information and details about people, things and things I encounter anytime and anywhere.”

Golden vines swayed in the dark and gloomy palace of thoughts, weaving corresponding words.

[The contract has been signed. This contract is guaranteed by the rules of the world and cannot be violated by any existence]

Chiss put away the paper and pen and put on his backpack again.

Soon after, the other players followed Ms. Medina, marched down to the first floor, and turned into the canteen on one side.

Qisi listened to the messy footsteps and walked towards the kitchen along the route in his memory without looking back.

It was already daybreak, and the maple forests and tombs on the hills in the distance were clearly visible. The large green areas were densely piled up, which made people feel suffocating.

Between the cracks in the broken cement blocks at the kitchen door, the mushrooms that Zis had just picked yesterday grew tremblingly again. Overnight, they had grown as long as the palm of their hands, and their blue-white umbrella crowns looked like the eyes of a dead person. With Qisi.

Zeiss also looked at the cluster of mushrooms.

Records say that after the death of an insomniac, the germs will grow into mushrooms in their place.

In other words, people have died in the kitchen, and they were still patients...

The children who were known to be sick were isolated in a solitary room for the next few days. Even if they died of illness, they died in a solitary room. What happened in the kitchen?

Was a certain child released to cook, or... the deceased did not die of illness, but died before isolation?

A human face was slowly outlined on the clustered mushrooms, and gradually gained volume and human shape, rising into a phantom in front of our eyes.

A man with a blurry face was grabbing a brown-skinned little girl by her hair and banging her head against the wall.

The girl cried loudly in words that Qis could not understand, and struggled on all fours, but was restrained by the man, just like a naughty child holding a turtle's shell.

Plasma exploded on the girl's head and quickly flowed all over her face. Her struggles gradually became weaker, her limbs drooped softly, and she lost her voice.

Only then did the man let go of his hand, still unsatisfied, and turned to pick off the girl's pants...

Qiss: "..."

Human beings have different hobbies, and he suddenly understood how certain viruses spread.

Fortunately, the eye-catching scene did not last long. It only flashed for two seconds before dissipating into debris and adsorbed on the surface of the mushroom again.

Encountering such an incident so early in the morning, Qisi successfully lost his appetite.

He entered the kitchen with an expressionless face, washed the pot and boiled water again and again, then took out his backpack from the item list and started rummaging through it.

He put the poisonous mushrooms he picked at the bottom of his backpack and found them after a little digging. He threw the mushrooms directly into the pot and smashed them up with a spatula.

——Since he has been infected with insomnia, in order to break the bystander effect, he might as well drag everyone into the water and kill everyone together.

Only in this way will players unite and take positive action.

Ziss completed the poisoning with quick hands and feet, without any guilt, and even felt that he had made a considerable contribution to increasing the motivation of his temporary teammates to clear the level.

He walked leisurely to the corner on the right and lowered his gaze.

The place was crowded with large and small mushrooms just like yesterday, and after he blinked, it turned into a pile of tomatoes, potatoes and other vegetables.

Located in the tropics, these vegetables are no longer fresh after being stored for a day, exuding a trace of rotten smell.

Qisi randomly grabbed a few vegetables that were still intact and threw them into the cauldron, and suddenly realized a problem——

The essence of those dishes is undoubtedly related to mushrooms. Everyone ate all the food yesterday. Why didn't some people get sick immediately?

The file categorically states that mushrooms contain germs, so there should be no mistake. Then there is only one possibility...

Zeiss narrowed his eyes: "The mushrooms in the kitchen are a symbol and reminder. The food that the children must eat contains germs, and there is a high possibility of a premeditated poisoning behind it."

"Because the player is in a hallucination, whether or not he is infected and the severity of the disease are affected by the real state, not by the situation in the hallucination."

"But what exactly is the 'reality' in this dungeon? Is it the cement room where I was imprisoned and where the players gathered?"

Thanks to Tangzhaolizi for the 500 points rewarded by Si Qi, the amulet has been received! Thanks to ETC for automatically disputing the monthly ticket!