Infinite weird games

Chapter 185 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Thirty) "They don't care about the truth"

Medina will never forget that afternoon with an orange sky when she was six years old.

A row of travelers in red robes walked out on the dark green horizon in the distance, each with an unfamiliar face, begging for help from her tribe.

Those travelers brought out many novelty gadgets that Medina had never seen before, including a box that would spit fire when pressed, a mirror that could magnify ants to the size of a beetle, and stones that could be attached to iron tools.

Medina is the smartest child favored by even the gods. She is surprised and curious about all new things.

Every thing that puzzled her, she would ask travelers to study it carefully, but she still couldn't understand the principle.

She asked about the gods that the tribe believed in, but the gods were silent. Travelers told her it was "science," the opposite of theology.

She didn't understand it, but she vaguely felt that it was a power more magical than witchcraft, and it was destined to explode with great power one day in the future.

So, when those travelers said goodbye to the ancient tribe, Medina secretly followed their team, boarded their ship, left the land, and went to the country across the sea that she had never heard of or seen.

The gods of that country had just been expelled from the center of all things, and Medina saw many things there that surprised her.

Tall houses built of stone and glass, weird machines that could automatically spin and weave, all puzzled and fascinated her.

She felt like she could spend her whole life studying it.

When Medina was fifty years old, the king recruited an expedition team from all over the country, and the goal was her hometown.

Medina has been away for more than 40 years, and it is inevitable that she misses the place where she was born, so she naturally joins that team. As an "indigenous" who has a basic knowledge of the aboriginal language, she can guide the way for strange travelers.

She had expected these travelers to be as friendly as the people she had met when she was six years old, and sincerely hoped that they would spread science to every corner of that backward land.

But unfortunately, the war happened.

Perhaps due to misunderstandings caused by different civilizations, or perhaps because of the original sin of greed deep in human nature, the expedition team began to drive away the indigenous people, occupy their land, and even carried out massacres with cruel means.

Medina saw the devastation and felt regret and pain, but it was too late. With the great power of those outsiders, even without her help, they can easily bring havoc to the backward land.

"Science" is a more powerful force than witchcraft, and Aboriginal people do not have "science". The ending has long been determined. Medina called out the gods again after many years, but she never got a response.

She could only run around alone in order to preserve the fire of the indigenous people.

Her power alone was insignificant. It was not until public opinion from all sides put pressure on the expeditionary force that the Aboriginal Love Foundation was established out of necessity to protect the rights of aborigines.

The fig leaf of peace was pulled up over the oozing wound, and the situation seemed to have reached a delicate balance. Medina knew that this was the best outcome.

Since witchcraft and gods cannot save the ancient tribes, then embrace civilization and science.

Medina believes that Red Maple Leaf Boarding School will be a good place for Aboriginal children.

Of course, before that, she must first find a way - even with the help of others - to destroy the records of witchcraft in the tribe.

After many years, she recalled her childhood experiences and was no longer able to judge whether witchcraft was true or false.

But she knew that those witchcraft formulas were terrifying. Once they aroused the curiosity or fear of outsiders, even greater disasters might occur.

…

After her mother's death, little Medina inherited her mother's name - it was common among Aboriginal people for families to share the same name.

Little Medina has not seen her mother since she can remember, and was raised by the Aboriginal Love Foundation.

She heard that her mother was a teacher at Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, and even during the outbreak of the great plague, she stayed at the school until her death.

She also read through the diary in her mother's relics and knew that although her mother appeared to be harsh and ruthless, everything she did was actually to help more aboriginal children adapt to a civilized society and survive in an environment where they lacked food and clothing.

Little Medina is ignorant, but she can also feel her mother's compassion and helplessness through words.

As she grew older, she often felt lonely and incompatible with others. Therefore, she became more and more fond of describing and imagining the image of her mother with her own cognition, and she became more and more respectful of this woman she had never met.

So, she told the foundation that she wanted to be a teacher when she grew up, guiding and caring for students like her mother.

The person in charge of the foundation sneered. She didn't understand but didn't care. At the age of twenty, she entered the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School as a teacher.

As the work progresses, little Medina gradually discovers that boarding school is not as beautiful as she imagined.

Abuse and death occurred from time to time, and a tacit understanding was formed over a long period of time. She had to wear a cold mask. Once her hidden kindness was discovered, she would easily be criticized and ridiculed by her colleagues.

Little Medina fell into pain, just like her mother when she faced the corpse of the indigenous people.

It seemed that God, in order to relieve her almost torn state of mind, by chance, got a piece of information about the great plague that year.

In the information, she learned a completely different truth.

It turned out that my mother was not infected with the disease in the first place. It's just that those children who were infected, under the fear of death and long-standing grievances, gave letters containing germs to their mother and infected her.

It turns out that my mother didn’t have to die. It's just that a bad boy locked the school door, set off a fire, and burned down the old school site.

It turns out that there is an evil witchcraft among the aborigines that can communicate with the evil gods. Those children are not as harmless as they appear...

Little Medina chose to believe without any doubt, and did not feel much resentment. She was only confused in her heart.

She has aboriginal blood flowing in her body, but those children did indeed make her lose her mother. The gears of hatred began to turn, but I had no idea where to turn.

Finally, little Medina made a decision.

Since there are all kinds of strange witchcrafts, is there any witchcraft that can recreate old scenes and allow her to talk to her mother?

…

On the second floor of the memorial hall, ferocious charcoal-black lines are exposed under the peeling wall skin, and burning scars carve deep cracks in the cement like centipedes.

A long time has passed, and tiny mushrooms are growing in the cracks, crowded together, like unhatched insect eggs.

Qisi pointed to the cracked wall and asked the tour guide leading the way: "The former Red Maple Leaf Boarding School was destroyed by fire, right?"

"There was a generation like this." The tour guide turned back with a stylized smile on his face, "My great-grandmother stayed in the school after suffering from insomnia to accompany the children who were also sick. On June 8th, , an accident happened, all the doors were locked, and the fire quickly engulfed the entire school and burned everyone to death."

Qisi was stunned for a long time, and finally fished out the entry corresponding to the time of [June 8th] from his scattered memory.

Thorson was helpless about insomnia, and in order to curb the infection, he finally made the decision to kill all the patients with high probability.

And a fire that started out of nowhere is a good tool for destroying criminal evidence.

Chang Xu looked up at the cement wall that lacked flammable materials, and frowned: "How did the fire start? Where did the fuel come from?"

"A batch of aboriginal documents were burned before. Maybe they were not burned completely." The tour guide sighed and looked around the three of them. "After the documents were burned, the diesel was placed in the kitchen and was not taken away in time. Maybe there was A child is naughty and lights a fire, who knows?"

Yeah, who knows?

Two hundred years have passed, and all the hatred, blood, death, and sins of that year have been buried. A memorial hall has been built on the grave, entrusting all the wronged souls and dead souls to the cold numbers, and writing off all the deeds with a light apology.

With the passage of time, the lack of records, and the passing of those involved, who can know what really happened that year?

Of course, this has nothing to do with the players. The method for completing the main mission has been clearly defined. All that remains is to find opportunities to put it into practice.

After pondering for a while, he smiled and said, "Ms. Medina, may I ask if I would like to ask, what will happen if we don't rest in the dormitory at night?"

According to common sense, it is safer to do vandalism at night; you will be kicked out of the memorial hall at that time, and it seems that you no longer need to abide by the other rules of the memorial hall.

But no matter how you say it, it is better to inquire clearly about things that are clearly written in the rules.

"At night..." the tour guide narrowed his eyes and said in a recalling tone, "Many people have died in this land. At night, the corridors and maple trees will be filled with ghosts and ghosts. You can only fall asleep on time in the dormitory. , so that you won’t be disturbed by ghosts.”

Shuo Meng and Chang Xu looked at each other, their eyes becoming more determined.

If it were just ghosts and not some forced death point, that would be acceptable. They are all people who have cleared several dungeons. If there are enough props, it is not impossible to have a 50-50 fight with the dungeon ghosts.

After talking about his dream and thinking about it, he asked again: "Ms. Medina, I have a little question - do I have to finish the food in the cafeteria?"

The tour guide smiled helplessly: "After eating, it will help you better experience the life of aboriginal children back then, but we do not make it mandatory."

"That's great. I have one last little question..."

Qisi stood aside relaxedly, listening to the conversation between the dreamer and the tour guide. Sometimes it was clear in his ears, sometimes it was blurry, and it drifted farther and farther away like a butterfly that could not be caught.

The hot forehead spread the scorching heat to the whole body, and the scene in front of him was broken into mosaic-like blocks of color, making it gradually difficult to see the whole picture clearly.

Insomnia is indeed an incurable disease that has caused headaches for generations, and there is really no solution when it attacks.

Qisi really wanted to leave the dungeon immediately and lie down on his own bed to sleep, but unfortunately he couldn't.

He squinted and looked in the direction of Chang Xu and Shuo Meng, and said feebly: "Our main tasks do not overlap. Let's look for clues separately. I'll go to the third floor first."

Talking about the dream, he expressed surprise: "Are you sure? Although this place doesn't look dangerous, you don't know what you will encounter if you are alone."

Qisi said "Hmm", turned around and walked towards the stairs, climbing up the stairs.

He couldn't trust humans more than ghosts. Instead of letting others see that something was wrong with him, he would rather find a deserted corner to digest himself.

The third floor is much cleaner than the second floor. Although it is still covered with dust, there are not many traces of burning and mushrooms growing in the cracks.

Qisi used his remaining sense to help him find a relatively clean dormitory, walked in, and found a bed to lie down on.

He put his hands under his head and felt a large patch of rough soil on the back of his neck, indicating the spread of the disease.

Under the influence of insomnia, even if he was extremely exhausted, he still could not fall asleep, and even had the urge to die immediately or sleep forever.

He suppressed the hidden desires in his heart, closed his eyes, and forced his consciousness to sink inch by inch.

…

In the space of consciousness, on a dark background, a giant golden tree takes root in the lightless void, extending all its branches in all directions without a beginning or an end.

Qisi was dressed in red, sitting under the tree in the form of a shadow, and opened his eyes.

All discomfort disappeared, and the whole body was so light that it was almost weightless, as if the soul had left the body.

The states of "amnesia" and "thinking degradation" still exist. As the underlying rules of this copy, they cannot be violated.

Qisi could not retrieve the white paper in his backpack for the time being, nor could he remember his own plans and layout, so he simply stretched out the golden vine to grab the leaf farthest from him.

The moment the vines touched the leaves, a scene appeared in front of them.

Zhang Yiyu sat with her knees in a small room full of mushrooms, huddled up in a ball.

After feeling Chis's gaze, she hurriedly shouted: "Boss, please think of a solution! I have been locked up for a day and a night. If I don't leave the confinement room, I will starve to death... Wuwuwu , I want to eat meat..."

Qisi asked: "What can we do?"

Zhang Yiyu was on the point of crying but couldn't hold back her tears: "Regardless of leaving the confinement room, main tasks or side tasks, I have to complete at least one thing..."

Qisi looked at the words "Collect all raw materials and complete the task" on Zhang Yiyu's panel and asked: "What materials have you collected now?"

Zhang Yiyu sat up straight and looked around: "I have only found poisonous mushrooms so far. Every time I open my eyes and look around, a bunch of prompts pop up in front of my eyes."

Qisi saw a message popping up on the system interface [Dear Miss Witch, congratulations on finding one of the raw materials for the ritual, "poisonous mushrooms\