Infinite weird games

Chapter 184 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-nine) "A Land Without God's Mercy"

Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, in the cemetery.

Surrounded by ghosts, Chen Lidong cleared a clearing with a white blade, stepped on the pulp mixed with broken mushrooms and yellow flowers, and stood quietly in front of a tomb.

The number engraved on the tombstone is naturally "47".

After lunch, Chen Lidong went to see Ms. Medina. His original intention was to use her hands to kill people, but instead he found work for himself.

The side task of "Catch 47" is written in black and white on the system interface. If it is not completed within the specified time, you can imagine the consequences.

Chen Lidong could only bite the bullet and drag Zhou Datong to the cemetery. Regardless of whether "Si Qi" has a conspiracy or not, he must do the necessary tasks. The worst he can do is consume a few more life-saving items and take good protection.

Next to the tomb, Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong stood opposite each other, each carrying a shovel, diligently shoveling away the soil that had just been buried but still had footprints.

Shovels of soil were piled on both sides, slowly growing taller; the coffin in the pit gradually came into full view, lying heavy and solemn, as silent as death.

After digging for a long time, Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong were out of breath, holding their waists and exhaling loudly.

After resting for a while, Chen Lidong instructed Zhou Datong: "Go and open the coffin."

Zhou Datong said "Oh", stepped on the pit, bent down and grabbed the edge of the coffin lid, and opened it with sudden force.

The dark coffin was empty, not even a hair.

I don’t know if the people inside left, or if no one ever went in.

Zhou Datong asked blankly: "There is no one here, where is Si Qihui?"

Chen Lidong remained silent, looking down at the interior of the coffin. He froze on the spot, as stiff as a corpse.

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"My main mission is to 'kill Ms. Medina.'" Ziss sat on a chair in the cafeteria, resting his elbows on the table and supporting his chin. "In the time and space where I am, Medina, as a teacher, Ms. Na is an unsolvable existence. Considering that 'Medina' is the name shared by this family, I tend to think that killing Ms. Medina as a tour guide can also complete the task. "

After Chang Xu dug Qisi out of the grave, Menghuo told Qisi the clues they obtained at the memorial hall. Correspondingly, Qisi also told them some important information.

The clues of the two time and space intersect at this point, describing and outlining the entire worldview.

Chiss sat on the hard bench for a while, feeling sore all over his body. He simply leaned his upper body on the table and continued feebly: "Two hundred years ago, outsiders colonized this land, and the germs they brought caused the indigenous people to die. A plague broke out in the tribe. The germs changed from one infection to another, and now can infect outsiders through specific methods. This disease is called 'insomnia'."

"Due to being infected earlier, or for some other reason, the indigenous people are suspected of having a way to deal with 'insomnia'. It may be so bizarre that outsiders think it is a kind of witchcraft. 'Insomnia' itself It is also known as the 'curse of the indigenous people' by outsiders because of the unspeakable way of infection."

"Later, the Aboriginal Love Foundation established the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School to take in Aboriginal children and teach them the language and history of outsiders, hoping to exterminate their race from a cultural level. Ms. Tolson and Ms. Medina belong to this group . Among them, Ms. Medina most likely thought that she was a savior who endured humiliation and was saving those aboriginal children..."

At this point, Qisi chuckled and picked up the few paradoxical sentences that Chang Xu found: "'Survival is the first priority at all times.' Beliefs, words and languages ​​are never as important as imagined. "Witchcraft and gods can't save us." Tsk, whoever writes a diary can't even figure out whether their own tribe has witchcraft. It's hard to say that they are not deceiving themselves or others. "

Chang Xu listened for a long time and finally heard something he was familiar with. If he didn't understand, he asked: "If Ms. Medina really thinks she is doing good things, why does she treat aboriginal children cruelly?"

"Who told you that there are only two Ms. Medina? Who said that this copy only has two spaces?"

Zis put his forehead on the table, absorbing the unhelpful coolness, and his voice became nasal: "The popularity of old-fashioned faucets was in the 1950s, and the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School was first built in the 19th century. In the time and space that Ms. Medina was in, the row of faucets in the cafeteria were in the style of the 1970s and 1980s; the school uniform I wore in the solitary room did not have the school badge, but after walking through the maple forest, there were many on my chest. The school badge and number were basically revealed, and I fell into a hallucination unknowingly..."

He glanced at the word "forget" written in black pen on the palm of his hand, took out his hiking bag from the toolbar, opened the zipper, and took out sheets of white paper filled with words.

While looking at the record on the white paper, he analyzed: "On June 1st, the aboriginal children were taken out of the school and put into a bathroom to be 'baptized'. If I judged correctly at the time, that bathroom was the same one I was in at Red Maple Leaf." The bathrooms seen in the boarding school are exactly the same, but there is no corresponding place in the memorial hall converted from the boarding school. "

"There is a sentence in the record about 'Insomnia': 'It seems that they have made an appointment. The contents of their hallucinations can be well connected. The collective hallucination presents a meticulous logic, and a new school is constructed on the school's territory.' It can be basically inferred that the boarding school I saw is a collective hallucination constructed by the children."

"The timeline of the time and space I am in starts from June 1st, but there are complete records from June 1st to June 8th in the archives, indicating that time and space are already in the past tense. Insomnia has never disappeared in the past hundred years, and the boarding school still exists. After the initial death, another class of students in the boarding school - that is, us players - constructed a scene belonging to the past."

Qis took out a blank piece of paper, put it on the table, drew three circles on it with a pen, and wrote the words "19th century", "20th century" and "21st century" respectively.

"The memorial hall you are in is located in the 21st century timeline. The initial scene we just entered the dungeon is in the 20th century. At that time, the characters we played should have been infected with different degrees of "insomnia". Later, we fell into hallucinations unknowingly and entered the "19th century" timeline. The basis of hallucinations is imagination. The performance of Ms. Medina we saw is probably just a projection of Ms. Medina in the 20th century." Shuo Meng held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and frowned: "You said-why is the content of the hallucination the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School in the past? Normally speaking, those children should not know about things a hundred years ago..." "There are still some clues missing, but I can tell you my guess." Qi Si lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Children will lie naturally. With just a little guidance, the brain will construct a self-consistent logic based on imagination. I suspect that the children we played were induced. Someone hopes to see the past with the help of children's eyes. "Barron's faction once tried to find a cure for insomnia through the indigenous people, but unfortunately the documents recording the knowledge of the indigenous people were burned by Thorson. Although there are some fragments of words copied by others, due to the particularity of the indigenous language and writing, outsiders cannot restore the same carrier, and naturally cannot know the true meaning of the formula on it. What if there is a way to allow people to go back to before the documents were burned? " Qi Si put down the white paper in his hand and looked at Shuo Meng and Chang Xu who were sitting across the table: "For a hundred years, patients with insomnia have been trying to find a cure for the disease. Your main task was born in this context. You just need to take the original document with the text to the boarding school in the past, go up to the fourth floor, and let the skeleton read the words on it. " Compared with the method of completing the task for the two people, Qi Si actually wanted to stuff a poisonous mushroom into each of their mouths, so that they would also be infected with insomnia and die together. But the problem is that Qi Si does not really want to die in this copy. He had seen the mushrooms left by those patients after their death, which were wrinkled and ugly. He felt uncomfortable when he thought that he would become such a pile of things in the future.

Therefore, he thought it would be better to seriously find a way to pass this dungeon.

In his current situation, he could not kill Ms. Medina at all - even the one who served as a tour guide; therefore, he had to keep Shuo Meng and Chang Xu in a good state and rely on their strength...

Qi Si suppressed the darkness in his eyes without a trace, squinted his eyes and smiled: "If you can't remember the pronunciation of those words for a while, I may be able to sponsor you a recorder as a friendly gift. I believe that Weird Game also considered this point and put us in a dungeon."

Except for a little hostility due to some PTSD when he first met Qi Si, Chang Xu has now regained his sanity and devoted himself to understanding and studying the dungeon information.

Hearing the doubts, he raised an objection: "The original document recording the formula has been burned by the fire. Even if the remaining materials are read, there is no way to cure insomnia."

"Who asked you to find a cure?" Qi Si sighed, "The main task only asked you to [read the documents in the memorial hall], but did not say that the cure is in the documents. Why bother to add more?"

"Maybe the cure has been destroyed long ago, maybe there has never been a so-called 'formula', who knows? Survival is not an easy thing. If there is a cure, the original aborigines would not have died..."

On the system interface, the words in the front prompt column are cold and ruthless.

Disasters are repeated, and generations are entangled in "insomnia", repeating the mistakes of sin, and there is no end.

The curse of reincarnation for a hundred years, the land without the mercy of gods, many things have died, including races, languages ​​and writing.

Survival is a kind of accidental luck, and disappearance is the eternal truth. Too much history has been destroyed, and only a few words remain, telling the cruel fate...

Chang Xu fell into a shutdown, and Shuo Meng touched his chin thoughtfully.

Qisi supported his face with his hands, looking gloomy: "Of course, for safety reasons, you may need to break the display cabinet and take out the original documents inside. From the experimental records you found, the meaning of the text will change after the transcription process, and the weird game may make a fuss about the details."

Seeing that the two people's faces changed slightly, he smiled and asked back: "What's the matter? You won't die if you break the rules, but you will be kicked out of the memorial hall, right?"

While they were talking, the hour hand of the destiny pocket watch pointed to twelve o'clock, and a piece of sticky food mixed with paste appeared out of thin air in front of the three of them, which was probably the lunch here.

It was the first time for Chang Xu and Shuo Meng to see these things, and their expressions were a little strange.

Qisi had already eaten twice and knew that although the food looked ugly, it would not kill anyone.

However, in boarding school, these unpalatable things were made by himself from the ingredients. Who made the food in the memorial hall?

If the players can eat the same food regardless of whether he cooks or not; then by analogy, will what has happened really change because of the player's actions?

His thoughts were scattered into debris, full of noise like a wrongly exposed film. Qisi's head began to hurt again. The messy and scrawled color blocks were knocked over in front of his eyes, blurring his already unclear vision.

The influence of "insomnia" continues and will not change after coming to another time and space. He was currently suffering from a high fever, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them. If he hadn't been in the dungeon, he would have found a place to lie down.

But at this moment, he had to force himself to stay awake, think and analyze.

Seeing Chang Xu and Shuo Meng's hands holding chopsticks hanging in the air, still hesitating whether to deal with the chaff, Qisi picked up his own pair of chopsticks, took the lead in scooping up a handful of vegetable paste and stuffed it into his mouth.

It has to be said that this vegetable paste is similar to his craftsmanship from mouth to taste. It is the kind that would be complained by workers in the canteen of a black factory.

Qisi's expression did not change, he stuffed a few more mouthfuls of vegetable paste into his mouth, and swallowed it calmly.

Chang Xu and Shuo Meng watched him calmly and calmly deal with the unknown object on his plate. While they were in awe, they also had a vague expectation: maybe this lump of food is not as unpalatable as it seems?

The two of them stretched their chopsticks to the plate in front of them, picked up a small piece of vegetables and stuffed it into their mouths. In an instant, their eyes looked at Qiss filled with disbelief.

Qisi put down his chopsticks and raised an innocent smile on his lips: "The rules of our time and space are that the food must be finished. Although you don't have this rule here, I think it's better not to waste food."

This is not unreasonable. Eating on time is important in every sense in the dungeon.

Chang Xu immediately lowered his head and wolfed down the vegetable paste on his plate. Even though I was dreaming, I carried out Operation CD with a grimace.

At the door, a tour guide dressed in black appeared at the right time and waved the little red flag in his hand: "Lunch is over, I will take you to visit other places."

She seemed completely unaware that there was an extra "tourist", and she still had a friendly smile on her face: "If you need me to explain anything, you can tell me."

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