Infinite weird games

Chapter 176 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (21) "Gods Can't Save Us"

In the Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, the tour guide said in a sweet voice: "The first floor is the archives room, which mainly displays the historical materials of the Aboriginal people, as well as first-hand materials such as diaries left by some of the parties involved."

"The second floor is the classroom where aboriginal children used to attend classes. Most of the remains have been cleared away, leaving only some desks. You may be able to sit on them and touch and feel that history up close."

"The third floor is the dormitory. There are many traces with unique meanings in it, such as graffiti and scratches on the walls - but no one can understand the meaning of those calligraphy and paintings."

"Going east outside the museum, there is a cemetery where the dead are buried. It has not been repaired for a long time. It is said that if you go there on cloudy days or at night, you can hear the cries of the dead..."

"Through the maple forest is a solitary room used to isolate sick children. It is also the place where many children died. It has been in disuse for a long time and mushrooms have grown..."

The tour guide's voice deepened into a tone commonly used when telling ghost stories, which sent chills down one's spine.

Chang Xu interrupted her: "What is the fourth floor for?"

The tour guide was stunned, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed: "The fourth floor is sealed and cannot be climbed up."

She paused, took out a small book that looked like a travel brochure from her pocket, and handed it to Shuimeng: "These are the rules for visiting our memorial hall. Please read it carefully and remember it. Once you violate it, I will have to ask you out." memorial."

Shuo Meng took the travel brochure and opened it. There were three short lines of text written on the title page:

[1. Please visit in a civilized manner and do not damage or take away any items in the memorial hall]

[Food will be provided in the cafeteria at 2, 8:00, 12:00 and 16:00, please go to the cafeteria on time to eat]

[3. The opening hours are between 6:00-22:00, please rest in the dormitory during the rest of the time]

"Ms. Medina, we are going to live here for the next few days, right?" Shuimeng Mingming asked, "If we eat in the cafeteria and rest in the dormitory, won't it be considered damaging cultural relics?"

The tour guide smiled and said: "This is nothing you need to worry about. You can move around freely in the venue as long as you do not violate the rules."

She ignored the two players and turned to leave.

After her back completely disappeared at the entrance of the memorial hall, Shuimeng smacked her lips twice and leaned close to Chang Xu: "Brother Chang, I have some ideas. Let me just say it, and you can listen to it."

Chang Xu pricked up his ears and looked sideways at him, and then he saw the old man touching his chin on the ground: "As for the dormitory, you can wait until night to explore. Although I don't know what the 'rest' level is, it probably won't be strict. We must sleep."

"There shouldn't be many clues in the classroom on the second floor. Ms. Medina also said that most of the things have been cleared. The cemetery and the solitary room are both related to the second rule. According to the 'danger and opportunity coexist' routine, they are worthy of focus. explore."

"There seems to be something wrong on the fourth floor. Once all the clues in other places are found, let's go up and have a look."

Chang Xu said "hmm" without knowing it and had no intention of expressing his opinion. He is self-aware of his own puzzle-solving abilities and knows that trusting the decisions of intellectual players is more reliable than following intuition.

Seeing Shuomeng standing in front of the innermost display cabinet, putting his face against the glass and looking at the files inside, he also walked a few steps to the outermost row of display cabinets and started reading the information displayed inside.

There are very few materials written in Aboriginal languages. Most of the files displayed in the display cabinets are written in English. The system interface automatically provides translation after sight, so anyone can understand it.

[If failure is irreversible, accept it calmly. Survival is the first priority at all times. It is not easy, but it is not difficult either...]

[Live, find a way to live, faith, words and language are never as important as imagined. Giving up may be painful, but it is also inevitable...]

[Witchcraft and gods cannot save us, they will only bring disaster. Forget all these useless things, throw away the past and welcome a new life...]

The notebook in the display case is open to the middle page. The three paragraphs above are specious, and the cause and effect cannot be seen at all.

Chang Xu took out the playing cards between his fingers and wanted to cut open the glass display cabinet, take out the paper inside and turn over the pages.

But soon, he remembered the rule not to damage public property in the memorial hall...

Distress, headache.

"The disease that Ms. Medina mentioned that killed those aboriginal children is most likely insomnia." Shuimeng suddenly spoke out and pointed to a certain place in the display cabinet for Chang Xu to look at.

Chang Xu walked over and saw a incomplete scientific report.

[Scientific name: insomnia]

[Characteristics:...This bacteria seems to be only harmful to indigenous people. Outsiders have natural antibodies in their bodies and will not become sick due to the above-mentioned infection...]

Most of the writing is obscured by burn marks, but the key can still be seen.

Chang Xu thought of the background of this copy "to help the family get rid of the troubles of insomnia" and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Our family has aboriginal ancestry?"

"Not necessarily." Said Meng took out a cigarette from his pocket and reached to the side with his other hand to fumble.

He couldn't reach for the lighter for a long time, so he could only put the cigarette in his ear: "This clue can basically prove that the statement that 'insomnia originated from the curse of the evil god worshiped by the aborigines' is untenable. After all, those aborigines No matter how ignorant you are, you won’t shoot yourself in the foot.”

Chang Xu glanced at the narration text on the system interface: "But our mission is to find clues to the treatment of insomnia from aboriginal literature."

"It's just for us to read the words. Whether there are any clues is anyone's guess." Shuimeng took out a few pieces of white paper and copied down the illegible words in the display cabinet. He followed the example of the gourd and drew a scoop, and found that there was a 70-80% resemblance. " To tell you the truth, I suspect that the 'family' in the background of the dungeon is not an ordinary 'insomnia' at all. There are actually many diseases that are transmitted through blood, and you may have heard of it in reality..."

Chang Xu thought of some information and lowered his eyes and said: "I do feel that the world view of this copy is similar to a certain period of history in reality. European colonists landed on the American continent and brought a large number of unfamiliar germs. The aborigines lacked resistance to germs. antibodies, they became infected one after another, and a large-scale plague began to break out among the ethnic groups. "

Talking about dreams, he smiled with an unknown meaning: "Did you know? The spread of germs is not one-way. Some diseases can even be passed from animals to people."

Chang Xu sensed something different and slowly raised a question mark with his eyes.

Talking about dreams without any intention of interpreting them.

He put away the paper with the aboriginal characters written on it and changed the topic: "Let's go to the cemetery first, maybe we can see some aboriginal ghosts, so we can ask what these words mean.

"Oh, this dungeon is really weird. There's not even a ghost or even a single death point. It just allows us to decipher the language and characters. Those who don't know better think it's an academic conference..."

Amidst the chattering of dreams, the two of them left the memorial hall one after another, and bumped into the cemetery lined with stone monuments to the east.

As soon as I stood still in the garden, I heard a strange singing sound coming from among the graves. It seemed like dozens or hundreds of children were singing a nursery rhyme in unison.

The sound was mixed with the "sizzling" sound of electricity, as if it was being relayed by a tape recorder, but the lyrics could be heard clearly:

“A good boy who doesn’t want to eat can only eat dirt.

The bad boy's body is covered with poisonous mushrooms.

Gods grow in rotten vegetables,

Yellow flowers bloomed on the bedside of the deceased.

After the day when the yellow butterfly flew,

Everyone died and was buried in the earth.

The children's graves are barren of grass,

It's all a witch's curse. "

…

In the archives room of Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, Yamakawa Nobuhiro’s body did not even leave any residue, so it was impossible to verify Zhang Yiyu’s statement.

Jiang Junjue frowned as he looked at the charred bookcase and the ashes left by the fire.

The situation is very clear. Someone came to the archives room at night, and for unknown purposes, set a fire and burned all the materials.

That person is a psycho, a lunatic. There is so much information that it is impossible to read in one night, but he is completely burned out. He clearly doesn’t want everyone to feel better...

Jiang Junjue moved his eyes quietly and looked at Zhang Yiyu who was standing aside.

This girl claimed to have come out of the archives, but she didn't mention anything about the burning of the data. She was really suspicious, and there was a high probability that she had a secret...

Zhang Yiyu seemed unaware of his suspicion. She raised her finger and pointed at an iron box in the corner of the bookcase: "Will all the important information be placed there?"

The box was naturally left by Qiss. He was a rare "good person and good deed" and did not hide the key clues.

Jiang Junjue looked at the old-style iron box, feeling suspicious.

Why would a madman who burned all the clues leave behind such an obvious and important clue?

He couldn't make up his mind for a moment, so he immediately ordered Zhang Yiyu: "Xiao Zhang, go and see what's inside."

Zhang Yiyu didn't doubt his presence, nodded obediently, stepped forward to open the box, and took out the yellowed paper inside.

Jiang Junjue waited for two seconds. When he saw that there was no danger, he took the paper and read it word by word.

This information undoubtedly completes the world view of the dungeon and puts the concept of "insomnia" nakedly in front of the players.

Everyone's insomnia last night was not accidental, but was affected by a terrible disease called "insomnia"...

The disease also causes high fever, amnesia, hallucinations, and ultimately death...

The methods of curing diseases exist in the oral knowledge passed down by the indigenous people, but it is unknown where those materials are located...

"How many people didn't sleep last night? Are there any other symptoms besides insomnia?" Jiang Junjue looked around.

The players' faces were all ugly, and they were all talking about it.

"I seemed to have a cough. I thought it was because of the cold shower."

"I saw a ghost. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's an illusion..."

"I don't have any other symptoms, but I am really sleepy and can't sleep."

Jiang Junjue raised his hand to signal the players to be quiet and continued: "This is the time limit of this dungeon. We must complete the main mission before dying. Or find a way to cure the disease and extend the mission time limit."

"The methods of treating diseases are written in aboriginal documents, which should be related to witchcraft. As for those documents, they are probably in the two sealed rooms. You should have also discovered that the aboriginal writing cannot be read. So I actually have no hope of getting cured.”

A player asked urgently: "We can only find a way to kill Ms. Medina as soon as possible, right?"

"That's right." Jiang Junjue nodded, "This is the only feasible path at present. Regarding this point, I have three ideas."

"The first one is to find a way to infect her with 'insomnia' and pray that she dies before us. With our modern resistance, we might be able to live a few days longer than her."

"Second, since there is witchcraft in this copy and gods are mentioned in the nursery rhymes, let's try to see if we can use witchcraft to summon the evil gods."

"The third article, I feel, should be the real solution to this copy, but there is still a lot of information missing, and I don't have much clue."

The players hurriedly asked what the third idea was.

Jiang Junjue held his cigarette in his mouth, blew out the smoke slowly, and said feebly: "As you all know, there are at least two Ms. Medina in this copy, and the aboriginal witchcraft can travel through time and space. We can definitely do it. Go to another dimension and find the weakest Ms. Medina to kill."

Some players didn't understand and asked: "How to go to other dimensions?"

Jiang Junjue spread his hands: "I don't know, I told you there is a lack of information..."

He deliberately prolonged the ending and suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Yiyu: "Xiao Zhang, how many things do you think you have hidden from us?"

There was no warning for this attack. All the players were stunned for a moment, and then focused their attention on Zhang Yiyu, forming a faint pressure.

When a well-hidden secret is exposed in public, without the time to react or the opportunity to make up lies, people without professional training can easily get confused and leak more true information.

As expected, Zhang Yiyu immediately panicked and whispered: "I...I didn't. I didn't hide anything from you..."

Jiang Junjue stared into the girl's eyes: "Please be lenient if you confess. I have a good relationship with your president, and I don't want to ruin our relationship because of you."

He spoke calmly, but there was a hint of threat in his eyes. His meaning was very clear, tell the truth or die.

And in this situation, he deserves to die. No one will seek justice for a guy who conceals clues...

Zhang Yiyu's face turned pale again and again, and she silently asked Qisi for help through the soul contract in her mind.

Half a minute later, she lowered her head, gritted her teeth and uttered: "I...I am a witch."

"Witch?"

"It's my special identity. It was triggered the moment 47 entered the door. The triggering condition is 'watch the evil god'. Yes, 47 is actually the evil god. I don't know why..." Zhang Yiyu was incoherent, thinking like beans poured out of a bamboo tube. Say what you say.

"After seeing the mushrooms that 47 found last night, I triggered two side tasks. The one I had to do was to kill the philanthropist, but I didn't kill anyone, and I don't know who the philanthropist was... He wanted to kill me too. , to study the witchcraft in me, he and I can only live together...but I don't know witchcraft at all..."

"Another optional task is to complete the ritual and summon the evil god. The ritual seems to require collecting some materials, the ones mentioned in nursery rhymes..."

At first, Zhang Yiyu was just reproducing the rhetoric taught to her by Qisi. As she spoke, she gradually gained real feelings. She covered her face and started crying: "I didn't mean to hide it from you. , but my task of 'killing the philanthropist' is a must. If I don't complete it, I will die. I really don't want to kill anyone, but I don't want to die either..."

Jiang Junjue looked at the girl shaking into a ball and silently dusted off the cigarette ashes.

He believed that Zhang Yiyu was not lying. After all, with this girl's IQ, it was impossible to make up such a complete set of lies in a short period of time.

Now, it finally makes sense logically. Because of her special status, Zhang Yiyu behaves strangely and hides a lot of things.

The two side tasks corresponding to her identity point to the foundation's world view and the plan to kill Ms. Medina respectively, serving as another clue puzzle to complete the chain of evidence for the reasoning.

By analogy, there is still a part of the clue puzzle that should be on the "philanthropist". Regarding the candidate of "philanthropist", Jiang Junjue is not without suspicion.

This identity must have been loaded before Zhang Yiyu, and most of the players before that stayed together, except Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong...

Jiang Junjue glanced sideways at Zhou Datong, who was standing in the crowd with a silly smile, and his eyes fell on the mirror in the latter's hand.

He already has all the information about this copy, and now it depends on how to dispatch other players...

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