Infinite weird games

Chapter 182 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-Seven) "The God in Red Arrives Quietly"

The girl grew up in Red Maple Leaf Boarding School as long as she can remember. She was as quiet as a deaf-mute girl.

When teachers and children see her, she often sits alone in a corner without sunlight, sucking her fingers quietly, staring at the passing crowd with her big watery eyes.

As she grew older, her differences gradually became apparent.

She seemed to be suffering from some kind of weird anorexia. While other children were devouring the scarce meals, she would often only swallow a token mouthful or two before giving the rest to her classmates to share.

A teacher once accidentally witnessed her squatting in a dark corner full of mushrooms, picking up the soft soil under the mushrooms with her fingers and stuffing it into her mouth. When the teacher walked over to stop her, she seemed to realize that her behavior could not be tolerated. She quickly hid her muddy fingers behind her back and put on a shy and innocent smile on her face.

Not only that, girls can also see things that ordinary people can't see and hear whispers that ordinary people can't hear. Once when it was her turn to sweep the cemetery, she suddenly squatted down in front of a small yellow flower and muttered a strange sound that ordinary people could not understand.

At first, the teachers only thought she was playful, just like ordinary children who like to imagine an invisible friend. She was just pretending that she could talk to flowers and plants out of a kind of ignorant innocence.

Until one day, a teacher nailed 47 to a cross. Soon after, he saw that weird bad boy walking down the invisible stairs late at night.

The teacher was frightened by the strange scene and subconsciously looked away, only to catch a glimpse of the girl standing among the jungle of tombstones at some point. She opened her bright eyes as usual, biting her fingers and spitting out a string of weird syllables.

After translation by Ms. Medina, who knew the indigenous language, those syllables meant "God led him", and the strange thing was that no one had ever taught the girl that forbidden language.

The teachers naturally knew that any weird thing could happen in this magical land, so they believed that the girl might have some kind of psychic vision. Rumors gradually grew and spread secretly. They claimed that the girl was a "witch" who was watched by the gods and could use strange witchcraft to bring curses as predicted by nursery rhymes.

Ms. Medina disapproved of this, and while cruelly punishing the girl, she tried to get her to get rid of her bad habit of eating dirt. At the same time, she declared coldly: "Since she can speak, she should be taught the language she should really learn."

Ms. Medina is even more harsh than other teachers in her treatment of students. Under her guidance, the girl gradually returned to normal, could eat all the food in the cafeteria, and could speak fluent English.

Of course, only the girl herself knew that she had just repressed all her secret desires and impulses in her heart, and did some things more carefully and secretly. She only secretly left the dormitory in the dead of night to lick the hair at the kitchen door. Wet soil hums the songs that we were born with.

On June 1st, Mr. Tolson proposed to baptize some good children. The girl was originally on the list, but she was put into the solitary room because she offended Ms. Medina.

In the small, cramped dark room, the girl huddled in the corner, but she was not afraid of being alone, because she could see the scenes in other rooms through the cement walls, and her sight could even go all the way through the maple forest to the school full of teachers and students.

She sat quietly, silently licking the dust in the room, looking at the crowd in the distance with curious eyes.

In the following days, more and more children were sent to the solitary room. She heard words such as "insomnia" and "isolation", but she could not fully understand them. She could only see the purple smoke above the children's heads, symbolizing pain, and the smoke was mixed with strange yellow flowers.

She still remembered that the yellow flowers and yellow butterflies were related to the gods she had seen. Whenever the yellow flowers bloomed all over the land, the gods would always appear together with the yellow butterflies.

The grand war and death can make the illustrious righteous god, and the small pain and longing can naturally attract the glance of the evil god.

Also aware of this secret was Bad Boy 47. He lay on the ground and drew words similar to incantations. He was actually performing a ritual and praying to the evil god.

He was already close to success. Yellow flowers and yellow butterflies climbed all over the broken walls, following his feet and occupying every inch of soil, announcing the imminent arrival of the gods.

Unfortunately, not everyone can see miracles. 47 once told some children what he had seen and was soon accused of being a "liar".

However, with the spread of the epidemic, the "lies" that were laughed off in the past were mentioned again by the children, and under the exaggeration of reality, they became the truth that they affirmed and swore to. Fear evolves into anger over time, and hatred always seems to provide people with great courage.

The girl watched helplessly as the purple smoke above the children's heads turned into black, symbolizing malice. They cursed 47 for summoning the evil god and bringing diseases, accusing him of being the most damnable devil. 47 But he didn't say a word from beginning to end, and there was an indistinguishable golden color floating around him.

Silence cannot exchange for the same tranquility. Curses and abuses intensified. Vicious words came one after another in the leaden cement room. The girl could hear everything because of her keen sensitivity, and she felt a trace of biological instinctive fear and fear for no reason. Bored.

She looked through the thick cement wall at 47, who was sitting on his knees at the base of the wall. Yellow flowers were blooming in every corner, covering the corpses of green and white mushrooms. Butterflies made of light fluttered in the air, spreading golden sparkles. pink.

At a certain moment, all sounds faded away, and there was deathly silence between heaven and earth.

The girl's eyes suddenly widened.

She saw that in the dank little room, the god in red descended quietly, filling the dark air with light.

…

Outside the Memorial Hall for the Aboriginal Victims, Chang Xu and Shuo Meng walked one behind the other through the maple forest.

The two went to the cemetery, but other than hearing a specious song, they found no useful clues. It was still early to see, so the two decisively decided to go to the legendary confinement room first.

In late autumn, the fiery red maple leaves spread a thick carpet on the dirt floor. Most of them have dried up and make a slight "click" sound when stepped on. The skinny maple tree spreads out its bare branches wantonly, which is better than having no space to hinder the player's pace.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning when the two of them arrived at the solitary room mentioned by the tour guide.

The square cement house is located in the shadow of the maple forest. The surface is already covered with cracks due to thermal expansion and contraction, and it seems that it will turn into a pile of fragments and collapse at any time.

The sparsely populated buildings were lifeless, with densely packed ugly mushrooms growing on the walls, crawling all over the house like an old man's wrinkled skin. The bluish-white color exuded the aura of death, which made people stay away.

Shuimeng stared at the mushrooms, thought of something, and took half a step back without leaving a trace. Chang Xu, unaware, held the destiny poker between his fingers and walked step by step into the cement room.

The house covers an area of ​​about one hundred square meters. There are no unnecessary furnishings inside. There is a maze of corridors that are as narrow as intestines. The ground is covered with sticky moss and dotted with dirty mushrooms.

Chang Xu crushed a few mushrooms blocking the road, and the fishy smell suddenly exploded, filling the narrow space with poor airflow, reminiscent of the smelly water blocked by corpses.

Shuimeng took out a bottle of perfume from somewhere and sprayed it from left to right, finally suppressing the unpleasant smell.

There are small rooms on both sides of the corridor, which are probably confinement rooms used to punish children.

Each confinement room is dark and gloomy, lacking light, and the floor is also covered with strange mushrooms. Through the closed iron door, the dirty environment inside can be vaguely seen.

Chang Xu wanted to kick open these doors and go in to search. But under the rules of "civilized visit", he could only depressedly suppress the urge to cause damage and look at the scene in the room through the window sealed with iron bars on the iron door.

His eyes narrowed slightly when he caught something.

In the corner of the innermost room, I saw a pure white ring lying quietly among the mushrooms, but it was still particularly eye-catching in the green.

And above the ring, the word "47" was engraved with shallow scratches!

Shuimeng followed Chang Xu silently. Naturally, he also saw something strange in the corner of the wall and recognized the scientific name of the ring.

He rubbed the unlit cigarette in his hand and slowly said his judgment: "This copy has at least two dimensions, and neither you nor I have any objection to this. Now it seems that it is a friend from another dimension who sent us a message. Yes, I just don’t know what this number means.”

Chang Xu remembered that on the photo wall in the hall of the memorial hall, the number below Zisi’s black and white photo was “47”.

The appearance of the number "47" here must not be accidental. It is very likely that Ziss is conveying information to him through some means.

I just don’t know why this person decided to pass on the message, so he still has to keep silent, which makes him completely confused about what it means.

Thinking of Qisi and Zhang Yiyu in another dimension, Chang Xu had a vague premonition.

Will these two people come into contact? Are they now hostile or cooperative?

Does Zeiss know he is in this dimension? If he knew it, would he have buried a huge pit just waiting for him and Shuo Meng to jump into it?

Chang Xu understood that it was wrong to prejudge others with malicious intent, but after coming out of the copy of "Hopeless Sea", his subconscious could not help but harbor a kind of hostility to Chiss that sometimes appeared.

The feeling of being penetrated by Poseidon's scepter is still unforgettable. It was like being crushed from the inside out, with powder scattered from the wound to the surrounding areas.

At that time, when he was about to die, he woke up from the dream of the Hopeless Sea and found that he was soaked in the sea water. There were no scars on his chest, but the remnants of pain were so vivid.

He struggled hard to barely float on the surface of the sea. He raised his head and breathed hard while holding on to read the ending. After three minutes passed and the copy was transmitted, he finally fell into coma.

After finally saving his life, although Chang Xu knew rationally that "you shouldn't hate the tool, but the person who uses the tool", Chang Xu's sensibility still couldn't treat Qissi calmly.

What's more, he himself has reviewed the ending of the copy of "Hopeless Sea" several times, and he has already agreed with the seniors of the Investigation Bureau:

First, the [Poseidon Scepter] is extremely dangerous. Although it has not fallen into the hands of the Silas Guild, it is still very uneasy to store it in the hands of Zis. There are doubts about the specific details of Qisi's escape from the control of the puppet master, and the possibility that Liu Yuhan, who released the news, was instigated to rebel cannot be ruled out.

Secondly, Ziss has a tendency to become a massacre player. Although there is no clear evidence yet, it still cannot be credulous. You need to be vigilant when contacting him, and he can be taken into custody directly under special circumstances.

Chang Xu was very distressed now. He was always used to directly eliminating factors that might threaten his life. His intuition also told him that Qisi was a great threat to him; but without direct evidence, he could not do anything about it. An innocent person struck.

Some things cannot be started. Once started, they will be out of control...

Meng Shuo was not very clear about the origins of Chang Xu and Qisi. There were hundreds of faces on the photo wall, and they were all distorted black and white photos. At most, he could recognize the members of the Tingfeng Guild who came in with him as a team.

Seeing that Chang Xu had a strange look on his face, he thought he was also worrying about the meaning of the numbers in his dream, and then continued his analysis: "I have wanted to say it for a long time, finding a way to read the aboriginal characters in this space is simply a fantasy. Hundreds of years have passed, and the people who know these words are all dead. Even the ghosts can't be found, let alone ask them for advice. "

"To solve our main mission, I'm afraid we have to rely on our friends in another dimension. They are in the past of the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, and there is a high probability that they can find the aborigines who are still alive. Dead ghosts that can communicate are much more likely.”

"My guess is that there must be some way for us to travel between the two spaces. What we have to do next is to find records in this regard and fill in the gaps in this clue."

Chang Xu came to his senses and nodded his head in agreement.

Regarding how to complete the main task of "reading the documents in the memorial hall", both of them had only vague ideas and speculations, and all they could do seemed to be to continue looking for clues.

It was still early, so Chang Xu walked along the long and slender corridor, looking through the rooms on both sides, but found no new clues.

There was a lingering chill floating in the concrete room that was not exposed to sunlight. After standing for a while, Chang Xu felt that his sweatshirt was soaked by the cold and humid air.

Even though his physical fitness was not bad, he still felt a little uncomfortable and could not help but frown.

Shuimeng exhaled air, rubbed his hands, and exited the cement house along the original path. Chang Xu didn't stay long, stepped on the broken mushrooms, walked out of the house and walked towards the memorial hall.

At half past nine, the two returned to the Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall. There was no one in the empty hall, only cold exhibits displayed alone.

Shuimeng put the cigarette in his pocket and looked up at the ceiling: "While Ms. Medina is not here, let's go to the fourth floor. I feel like all the important things are on the fourth floor."

I feel like this copy is expected to reach chapter 33! (Thanks to the crab roe in the heart for the 300-point reward. The two egg-filled biscuits for Si Qi have been received! Thanks to the book friend 20240221171415027 for the 200-point reward. The two chicken drumsticks for Fu Jue have been received. Received! Thanks to Qi Zhining for the 100 book coins! Thanks to the 8 monthly passes from Zuizhao! Thanks to Book Friends 20220814015004125, Langxueli, and Nineteen monthly tickets!)