Infinite weird games

Zhang Yiyu's description was very detailed, and Qi Si almost understood that in this dungeon, including Chen Lidong's team, there were at least three teams of players who entered in a team.

The four people from the Tingfeng Guild and the two people from Jiuzhou were all separated; if there was no problem with the team ring, it could be basically judged that there were at least two spaces in this dungeon.

What Qi Si was more concerned about was that Chang Xu was also in this dungeon.

Thousands of people were randomly matched, and they could often meet acquaintances. It was obvious that some existence was operating in secret.

The so-called fairness and randomness, in the final analysis, were just a joke that was flattened and rounded by the rule makers.

Of course, objectively speaking, throwing crickets into a cup during a cricket fight was reasonable. But it didn't stop Qi Si from feeling unhappy.

People like Chang Xu were troublesome to keep, and troublesome to kill, and even more annoying to have him in front of them; and after two dungeons of "Rose Manor" and "Hopeless Sea", even if the other party was a fool, he would not be fooled so easily.

What's more, hostility and even murderous intent may have been secretly growing.

The only good news is that Chang Xu is most likely not alone. He is probably accompanied by a bystander from the Tingfeng Guild, and he may even start a live broadcast. If he wants to maintain his image, he would never dare to attack other players first in the dungeon.

Zhang Yiyu frowned at Qi Si, and shook her body nervously, wondering whether to say something to test his attitude.

Then Qi Si looked down at his watch, then looked up at her, and pointed to the corpse covered with mushrooms on the ground with his right hand: "It's still early, eat it as soon as possible."

Zhang Yiyu was stunned and widened her eyes: "Ah? What did you say?" Don't take eating corpses for granted! Why do you look more like a ghost than me?

Qi Si narrowed his eyes and explained patiently: "There is no quicklime and hydrogen peroxide here. Eat it cleanly so that there will be no traces." Zhang Yiyu tasted a hint of danger and blinked: "Why... why don't you leave any traces?" "This person's death is still related to me. In order not to add trouble to their thinking, I can only deal with it cleanly." Qi Si said as a matter of course, and raised his eyelids to look into Zhang Yiyu's eyes again, "So, do you want to help destroy this body, or do you want to die?" "I... Can't I eat it?" Zhang Yiyu wanted to cry but had no tears. She felt that her future was bleak-what kind of existence did she give her soul to? At 7:50, Ms. Medina put down her chalk and left the small door behind the blackboard without looking back. The "clack" footsteps gradually faded away, and were soon drowned out by the sound of reading one after another. She was undoubtedly far away, and it was estimated that she would not come back in a short time. Even so, the players still dared not relax, and all put on a serious expression and read the words on the blackboard aloud.

Qi Si entered the cafeteria first and sat down in the corner, receiving the gazes of several players. He did not change his expression and imitated the English on the blackboard.

He had not been to school for six years. Even when he was in school, his English grades were very poor. In addition, there was no need to use spoken English in his daily life, so he spoke with a very non-standard and strange accent.

However, given his character in this dungeon, this was normal - what's wrong with the pronunciation of the natives who just started learning English?

The players did not suspect anything and continued to pretend to recite the text.

Not long after, Zhang Yiyu walked in with a strong smell of blood, shivering and wiping her tears, looking scared.

The morning reading time had not yet ended. Although the players had many questions, they did not dare to ask them at this moment. They could only signal with their eyes and recite words absent-mindedly.

Several people moved their lips, staring at the blood stains on the corners of Zhang Yiyu's lips, their eyes full of fear.

Finally, a mushy dish appeared out of thin air on the empty plate on the table, announcing that it was eight o'clock.

The sound of reading stopped abruptly, and the players exhaled tiredly, but did not dare to move rashly.

Jiang Junjue had been staring at Zhang Yiyu with squinted eyes since she entered the room.

Seeing that the girl still lowered her head and had no intention of speaking, he extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, stood up and walked over.

Before he could speak, Zhang Yiyu seemed to realize something and stammered timidly: "Boss, I... I seem to have eaten people..."

As soon as this was said, all the players looked at her intentionally or unintentionally, trying to see something from her.

There were murmurs of discussion, Jiang Junjue raised his hand and made a gesture to signal silence, his eyes still fixed on the girl in front of him: "Did you kill someone?"

Zhang Yiyu seemed panicked, and shook her head repeatedly: "No... No! I didn't kill anyone! I just suddenly felt very hungry and wanted to eat something, so I went out... I don't know what I was thinking at the time, I couldn't control myself at all, and walked into the archives room step by step..."

"Archives room?"

"Yes, the archives room. After I entered the archives room, I saw a pile of soil at the door. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I thought the soil looked delicious, so I went up to eat some..." Zhang Yiyu buried her head even lower, her voice trembling with obvious tremors, "When I came to my senses, I found that I was covered in blood; the one in my mouth was not soil, but... but..."

"Is it a corpse?" Jiang Junjue's already narrowed eyes narrowed even more narrowly, "What you see is soil, and what you eat is a corpse; or did the soil turn into a corpse while you eat it?"

"I don't know." Zhang Yiyu shrank her neck and started to cry again, "I really don't know that's a person... I don't know what I was thinking at the time..."

Her words sounded disorganized, but the key information was very clear. Combined with the nursery rhymes the players heard on the first day, the answer seemed to be ready to come out.

"What's the first line of yesterday's nursery rhyme? Good children who don't want to eat can only eat dirt. They don't want us to really eat dirt, right?"

"I'm afraid the dirt in this dungeon is not simple. The guy's back was also washed with dirt yesterday, and then he died..."

"Is it possible to think that after death, dirt will appear on the body, and to become a 'good boy' one needs to eat that dirt? Isn't this rounding off cannibalism?"

The players were talking a lot, and their attention briefly turned away from Zhang Yiyu, and turned to analyzing the meaning of the nursery rhyme.

Zhang Yiyu's shoulders were still shaking a little, but she also knew that she had passed the test.

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Qiss, who was sitting in the corner.

The black-haired young man who put on the human skin mask again did not look at her, nor did he get involved in the discussion of the players. He just quietly dug into his mouth to dig vegetable paste. His drooping eyelashes cast a cluster of shadows on his eyelids, looking like he was free from the world. World outside.

…

Half an hour ago, Qisi briefly repeated to Zhang Yiyu all the techniques he used to avoid suspicion, including the tone of each sentence and the expressions needed.

Zhang Yiyu listened blankly, and when Qisi asked "Do you remember?", she shook her head as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Seeing Qisi's gaze becoming dangerous, her left hand covering the silver bracelet on her right hand, she puckered her lips and burst into tears: "It's not that I can't remember, I'm afraid that I won't perform well... I'm very stupid, When you’re nervous, you can’t do anything…”

"Is that so?" Qisi tilted his head, seeming to be thinking.

Two seconds later, he made a decision and said with a bright face: "Then you are useless. If you live like this, it is better to die as soon as possible."

There was palpable malice in the young man's words, and his smile was as bloodthirsty as a hyena torturing its prey.

The shadow of a golden leaf was suspended on his right side. The moment Zhang Yiyu noticed it, she realized that it was her soul.

Qisi raised his right hand, held the blade in his hand, and slowly tightened his fingers.

Zhang Yiyu felt as if her whole body was being grasped by an invisible hand. The hand exerted force from all directions with unquestionable strength, squeezing her tighter and tighter, almost crushing her from head to toe.

Breathing seemed to be a burden, pain crawled all over her body from all angles, death was close at hand, and her thoughts were crushed into powder. She was trembling, begging incoherently, and tears burst into her face at some point.

Just when Zhang Yiyu thought she was going to die, she felt the pressure on her body relax.

I saw Qisi put down his hand, and the golden leaves disappeared in a wave of his hand.

The young man put his hands in his pockets, smiled and said: "Very good, this is the state, keep it."

Zhang Yiyu's legs were still shaking uncontrollably.

Qisi sighed: "What are you afraid of? I promised to let you live. As long as you don't break the contract first, what can I do to you?"

Zhang Yiyu naturally knows this truth, but the leader of the contract has always had the privilege of explaining the terms. Who knows whether Qisi will catch her in one of her mistakes and squeeze her to death?

On the way back to the cafeteria, Zhang Yiyu sobbed and asked, "If I tell them this wrong information, will they be led astray?"

Qisi turned his head to look at her, as if he was puzzled: "What does that matter? We just want them all to die. Only dead people can't talk, right?"

"Once the news about your cannibalism is spread, the investigation bureau must know what happened. Do you think you still have hope of freedom? Or are you willing to risk your life for the lives of these unrelated people?" future?"

The young man suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled with malice: "Of course, it has nothing to do with me whether they are dead or alive. After all, I have never aroused their suspicion. Everything depends on you - you just need to tell me that you want What."

Zhang Yiyu was silent because she knew exactly what choice she would make.

After all, she is a selfish person. Although she would not take the initiative to harm others on weekdays, when life and death are at stake, she never cares about other people's lives...

The answer was already clear, but Qisi insisted on waiting for someone to say it himself.

He was like a devil putting weights on the scales, and continued to persuade: "Don't look at me like this. In the final analysis, all this is because of your poor behavior. If you can clean up the blood stains and deceive them again, They didn’t have to die.”

"And now, either you live or they live, there is never the best of both worlds. I'm curious, what are your choices."

After a long silence, Zhang Yiyu bit her lips and finally said those words: "I want to live..."

"I thought, let them die."

…

"Good children need to eat dirt. Dirt is the corpse. We won't let us kill each other in the future, right?"

"Don't be so pessimistic. It may not be impossible to live together..."

"So what does the nursery rhyme mean?"

The players communicated for a while, but couldn't figure out the reason.

After talking all morning, their mouths were a little dry. They looked at the juicy dishes in front of them, and with the mentality of "having something to eat sooner or later", they all picked up their bowls and started sipping.

The taste of the food is as indescribable as yesterday's dinner, but considering that it can't kill a person, it doesn't seem so unacceptable.

At this time, the players almost all knew who made this table of dark dishes, and they all cast resentful glances at Qiss.

Qisi Ruo didn't realize it and finished his portion of the meal. He then walked to the sink with his bowls and chopsticks in hand and rinsed them against the faucet that was extremely inconsistent with the era and background of the copy.

The sound of rushing water sounded indifferently, separating him from the players who were still dining behind him, revealing a bit of desertedness and loneliness.

On the other side, Zhang Yiyu stared at the food in front of her, but she had no appetite. The feeling of fullness brought back bad memories. When she was awake, she thought of the taste of the corpse again, and her face turned pale again.

Jiang Junjue was always paying attention to her expression. When he saw her hesitating, he thought she was immersed in the psychological shadow of accidentally eating someone, so he sat down and comforted her: "Let the past go by, just treat it as a dream. You have to eat breakfast even if you don’t want to, otherwise I’m afraid it will violate the rules.”

Zhang Yiyu nodded and took small sips of food into her mouth with a grimace.

Just after getting out of one crisis, she fell into new troubles.

"Si Qi" and Chang Xu had a disagreement, would he hate Wu Jiwu and use her as a meat ticket?

No, she is already a prostitute; will she be ripped off next?

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