Infinite weird games

Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, outside the kitchen.

A player fell in a pool of blood, his throat pierced by Chen Lidong with a white blade, and he was killed with a single knife.

With a cold face, Jiang Junjue stepped forward a few steps through the overflowing blood, raised his evil-repelling sword and pointed it at Chen Lidong: "We have recently added a rule in Tingfeng's guild rules. If we see a massacre player, we must unite and punish them."

Seeing that something was wrong, Zhou Datong quickly raised an iron rod and pointed it at Jiang Junjue. Not to be outdone, the two Tingfeng members also picked up their weapons and came towards him.

Chen Lidong looked at Jiang Junjue and said coldly: "I don't want to kill Tingfeng's people, so don't come looking for trouble! I'll kill two more and it's enough. I won't bother you."

Jiang Junjue smiled bitterly: "Since I have seen it, I have to take care of it even if I don't want to. If you do it in front of me, you are too disrespectful, right?"

"I only have half a fucking hour left. I don't care about you!" Chen Lidong flipped his wrist and used the white blade to shake the evil-repelling sword away with a ferocious expression. "You can't beat me in this state. You're the one who won't let me kill you!"

"Oh, then I understand." Jiang Junjue nodded, took a few steps back, and stepped out of the way, "I didn't see anything, you continue."

As he spoke, he made a retreat gesture to the two Tingfeng members behind him: "You didn't see anything either. Well, we fell asleep after taking the potion and didn't know anything."

Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong: "..."

The other two players watched the whole process and naturally knew that they had been given up during the conversation and would be killed soon to be used as materials for preparing potions.

Their physical fitness was not as good as that of Tingfeng and the other three, so after taking the potion, they were entangled in thoughts and unable to move. Their consciousness drifted in the haze of half-dream and half-awake, and they could only cry and ask Jiang Junjue for help.

Unfortunately, except for Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong, who took the antidote a day ago and adjusted their condition, everyone else is in trouble.

After realizing that Jiang Junjue would not help, their plea for help turned into an insult:

"So many people are dead, and none of you can be saved! You and the massacre players are just the same thing, why are you pretending to be good people?"

"Jiang Junjue! You are selfish and do nothing to save you. You will not die well! Just wait until you are suspended from the forum!"

No matter how they called, Jiang Junjue and the three of them just leaned against the low wall next to them and closed their eyes, as if they were really asleep.

[Task time: 17 minutes]

After Chen Lidong killed one player, he dragged another player into the bathroom and killed him under the water.

The corpse turned into soil at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was scattered into the mud under the wash of water.

The last piece of material is now gathered.

[Task time: 10 minutes]

Chen Lidong wrapped the soil in his coat and returned to the kitchen. Zhou Datong had already removed the yellow flowers, yellow butterflies and poisonous mushrooms from the two corpses and put them into a large pot to cook for a while.

There was a pot of waxy thick soup with strange green lines. Chen Lidong poured all the bag of soil in his arms into the pot. The thick soup rolled into a gray-black color with a muddy smell in a few seconds.

Chen Lidong's hands and feet were trembling due to the intense exercise and ups and downs of his mood in a short period of time. He tried his best to say to Zhou Datong in a calm tone: "Xiao Zhou, take the pot and come with me to find Ms. Medina."

Zhou Datong nodded and followed suit.

[Task time: 3 minutes]

Ms. Medina, with a withered face, stood at the school gate. When she saw Chen Lidong, she gave a sinister smile: "Have you caught 47?"

"Ms. Medina, he is so cunning. I have searched everywhere and can't find him." Chen Lidong swallowed and turned his head to signal Zhou Datong to hand over the pot. "But I have configured a device that can treat The antidote to 'insomnia'..."

Ms. Medina's eyes wandered across the faces of the two of them. After five seconds, she took the pot from Zhou Datong's hand and said, "If this is really the antidote, the matter between you and me will be wiped out."

With the NPC's words as a guarantee, Chen Lidong breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he stared at Ms. Medina eagerly, watching her pick up the pot and drink the soup in one gulp.

Time passed by minute by second, and there was only the sound of swallowing liquid in the air. Chen Lidong's eyes flicked between the system interface and Ms. Medina, but no welcome changes occurred.

Until Ms. Medina finished the pot of soup, the prompt "Main Mission Completed" still did not appear.

The leaden gray sky and earth were as silent as death, and waves of coldness ran down Chen Lidong's back, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

With a "bang", the iron pot was thrown to the ground by Ms. Medina, followed closely by the woman who shouted angrily: "You liar! This is not an antidote at all! You philanthropists are all liars!"

Chen Lidong subconsciously stepped back step by step, his mind suddenly thinking of the three players he killed after taking the antidote.

Yes, if their "insomnia" is really cured, how can they turn into soil and grow poisonous mushrooms after death?

But why? He obviously did every step flawlessly, and even used the [Ring of Truth] to test the authenticity of Zhang Yiyu's words...

Why is that prescription not an antidote? How could that happen? How could that prescription be fake?

The pale countdown cleared in front of his eyes, and the entire system interface emitted an unsettling red light. Chen Lidong, who never accepts fate, immediately jumped up, grabbed the white blade, and stabbed Ms. Medina in the face.

But at the moment when the blade was about to fall, he found that he seemed to be fixed by an invisible force and could not move forward an inch.

Under the blade, Ms. Medina shouted out one incomprehensible sentence after another as if she was crazy:

"47 is dead, you can't find him!"

"They were never bad boys or demons, you were!"

"You never wanted to keep the children alive in the first place. They all died one by one!"

Chen Lidong had no time to analyze the worldview behind his words. Severe pain spread all over his body. From the corner of his eye, he saw a sea of ​​golden flowers explode on his chest, and he knew that his life was in danger.

But he is not willing to give in. As long as he clears this dungeon, he can become a formal member of the Silas Guild and borrow enough points to save his wife...

He has already sacrificed so much and killed so many people. The dawn is right in front of him. How could he fail here?

The veins on Chen Lidong's forehead screamed madly with dissatisfaction, and rational tears secreted from the corners of his eyes, seeping into the petals covering his entire face.

Through the gap between the flower and the butterfly, he saw Zhou Datong waving an iron rod and rushing towards Ms. Medina, and heard him yelling naively: "Brother Chen, hold on! As long as you kill her, you can still complete the main plot. Task!"

The tragic situation of the black man the next morning flashed back in Chen Lidong's memory, and he hurriedly yelled: "You idiot! Go back!"

"Brother Chen, you gave me this life, I can't leave you!" Zhou Datong's voice seemed to come from outside, but it seemed very close in an instant.

He had already rushed in front of Ms. Medina, holding up the iron rod and smashing it down. The yellow butterfly corpse climbed along the iron rod and quickly wrapped around his right hand. The other side of the stick fell on the woman's face, causing the latter to roar.

Chen Lidong laughed angrily: "Zhou Datong, are you stupid? From the time I met you until now, I have been treating you like a fool and deceiving you. I am taking advantage of you!"

Zhou Datong didn't seem to hear him. He stared at Chen Lidong and shouted: "Brother Chen! Run!"

As if due to interference, a few pieces of the flowers that almost buried Chen Lidong were scattered. He was able to breathe again, and his limbs could also twist slightly.

Chen Lidong felt the restraints on his body loosen a little. He ignored the overwhelming pain and turned back to grab Zhou Datong's arm.

The butterflies wrapped around Zhou Datong's wrist entered the blood vessels from the contact point, and several others climbed up the calf. Zhou Datong opened Chen Lidong's backpack, pulled out the electric saw, and cut off his right arm and left foot.

Blood spurts out, and the face of the person who lost the blood becomes as white as a sheet of paper in an instant. Chen Lidong did not dare to delay, so he carried Zhou Datong on his back and ran towards the cemetery.

The coffin behind tombstone No. 47 was very strong... "Si Qi" disappeared after lying in it...

Fragmented clues flew before his eyes, and Chen Lidong realized that this was a way out.

Just get to the cemetery, just...get into the coffin...

For the first time, Ms. Medina encountered a player who was able to break free from control, and she roared angrily with a harsh howl. Large yellow flowers and yellow butterflies emerged from the ground, wrapped around Chen Lidong's ankles, and crawled all over his body in two seconds.

Death is irreversible and has already been written into fate. A weak struggle cannot shake a tree like a fly.

If we continue to struggle, both of us will die together...

Chen Lidong realized this and used his last strength to throw Zhou Datong out. The lingering sound rushed out of his throat: "Xiao Zhou! Run!"

Zhou Datong did not run away. Chen Lidong saw this naive countryman getting up from the ground and limping towards him, like a bad actor's funny dance moves.

"Brother Chen, have you forgotten? If you hadn't gone to the boss with wine to make peace and asked for our hard-earned money, I would have jumped into the river with my mother behind my back..."

"Now that my mother is dead, I have no wife or children, and there is no point in living..."

The voice gradually became softer, and only a sculpture covered with yellow flowers and yellow butterflies remained.

The warm wind blew up a few scattered petals, curled up in the air, floated a few distances, and landed tremblingly on the ground.

The drama of sacrificing oneself for others is touching enough, but it is a pity that no miracle happened; the active sacrifice in this situation is just a ridiculous play like a joke.

Under the sunless sky, two corpses covered with yellow flowers stood opposite each other, with pieces of butterfly wings falling rustlingly.

That year, when Chen Lidong was thirty years old, his sinister boss defaulted on his wages. He walked to his door carrying a box of wine and a knife.

He took out a bottle of wine, took a sip, and said to the boss: "Either I give you this box of wine and everyone pays the wages in peace; or I drink this bottle of wine and kill your whole family."

In the end, everyone's wages were paid, but Chen Lidong also entered the Public Security Bureau. After coming out, he learned to think twice before acting.

Now, at forty years old, he has forgotten many things and will forget more as the years go by.

However, he never had a future.

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[Side mission (optional) "Killing the 'Philanthropist'" has been completed]

[You are not directly involved in this task, but the completion of this task is partially related to you... participation is being evaluated]

[The evaluation has been completed, participation has reached the standard, and task performance points will be distributed as usual]

Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, lobby on the first floor.

It was already late at night, and the night without lights was dim. There was only a faint firelight that would flicker between the display cabinets, acting as minimal lighting.

Ziss held up a lighter and shined low light through the glass cabinets that stored paper documents, and finally locked the display cabinets containing aboriginal documents to within three.

Shuimeng said in a low voice: "After breaking the first display cabinet, the tour guide will probably come back. Whether the next two display cabinets can be opened is unknown. The best way is for each of us to act at the same time, grab the documents inside and run away. ”

If strangers with different goals want to achieve cooperation, they must have a letter of nomination that is of sufficient weight to reassure them. Qisi said "Uh-huh" and agreed to the dream-telling proposal.

The three of them stood in front of a display cabinet. Chang Xu offered the Destiny Cards, and Menghuo threw Qisi a small hammer. Then he took out a mace that did not match his image from the prop list and hung it on the glass display cabinet.

Shuo Meng read in a quiet voice: "Three, two, one... smash it!"

There was a sudden "crash" sound of glass shattering, and three display cabinets were shattered together.

At the same time, the system interface suddenly became covered with blood, and a harsh alarm sounded in the ears of the three of them.

【Serious violation! warn! warn! 】

[You have destroyed the public property of the memorial hall, and you are about to face the pursuit of ghosts! 】

"F*ck!" Shuomeng cursed, and kept stuffing the documents in the display case into his backpack. "Didn't the rules just say that you will be kicked out of the memorial hall? What's going on with the pursuit?"

Weird Games ignored him, and no one had time to answer the question.

The howling wind echoed across the flat floors, emitting shrill ghostly cries.

Chang Xu held the cards in one hand and the documents in the other, looking around warily.

Several twisted shadows spread like water stains on the wall, and pitch-black claws emerged from the concrete floor, silently grabbing the ankles of the three people.

At the moment of witnessing, the destiny poker turned into a ray of blue light, cutting off the ghost hands under the three people's feet, and returned to Chang Xu's fingers.

The chopped off ghost hands returned to the form of mud and water and reintegrated into the concrete floor. Then new ghost hands condensed out and dragged the player's legs relentlessly.

"Run!" Shuomeng shouted and immediately ran towards the door.

Chang Xu chased him a few steps away, and when he turned around, he saw Qisi falling far behind, showing signs of exhaustion.

Whoever is left behind at this time is equivalent to letting someone die. Although the matter of "Hopeless Sea" has not yet been decided, Chang Xuwan cannot ignore death.

Without much hesitation, he turned back, carried the "patient" on his back, and then started running after Meng Shuo's back again.

Amidst the ghostly cries, the entire memorial hall seemed to come alive.

All the cement was rolling unevenly like boiling magma, and human faces protruded from the walls, emitting wails and screams that no one could understand.

Countless pairs of pitch-black arms stretch out from the walls and floors, carrying a sticky stench to grab the players' clothes.

The cement on the ceiling is dripping piece by piece, and the huge water droplets are surprisingly elongated in stickiness, and are connected to the ground to form spikes and thin lines, sealing off the space behind them and scratching the player's skin.

Qisi was holding a knife of documents, his whole body was heavy with fever, and he felt as if his brain had been shaken by Chang Xu.

He thought for a while and felt that there was nothing he could do now, so he simply closed his eyes and sank into the palace of thought, sitting under the golden tree in the form of a red spirit body, poking at Zhang Yiyu's soul leaves.

Zhang Yiyu's voice was anxious and mixed with surprise: "Big brother, big brother! You are finally online! I have a fever, guaranteed to be 40 degrees. If there is no antidote, I will die..."

The situation of the two of them is actually about the same. To be honest, Qisi is even more miserable.

At this moment, a miserable old god said: "Antidote... What is the time over there?"

Zhang Yiyu said: "If my calculation is correct, it should be June 4th already... What does this have to do with antidotes?"

"It's June 4th. There's no hope. You may never find the antidote in this dungeon." Qiss imagined the miserable conditions of the patients and felt a lot happier. "If you are curious about the antidote, Formula, you can spend points to enter the dungeon again after clearing the level.”

"I never want to come back to this copy in my life..." Zhang Yiyu said halfway, her eyes widened, "Huh? What do you mean, boss? What happened to the prescription?"

Qisi smiled and said in a lazy voice: "If I remember correctly, you copied the prescription and then took it to the fourth floor for those skulls to translate it. The correct solution should be to risk violating the rules and being punished. The risk of being chased by ghosts is to take the prescription to the fourth floor.”

"Ah? Why?"

"I got a new clue here. The language of the aboriginal people is very special. Different carriers will mean different meanings expressed by the same words." Qis explained patiently, "The aboriginal documents have been transcribed, and what is recorded on them has long been It’s not the original prescription, so it certainly can’t cure your insomnia.”

"What should I do? Should I find a way to escape from prison and steal the original document?"

"It's useless." Zis's smile became even more cheerful. "On June 3, all aboriginal documents were burned under the order of Mr. Tolson. There is no prescription for treating insomnia in this world, hahahaha!"

The heat kept destroying his reason. He laughed wildly, leaned back, and let himself fall out of the space of consciousness.

At this moment, Chang Xu and Shuo Meng finally arrived at the cemetery, panting and stopping in front of tombstone No. 47.

Shuo Meng took out a piece of talisman paper from the toolbar and lit it. He drew a big circle with his fingers dipped in talisman ashes, surrounding the three people and the tomb, blocking out all the weird things.

Qisi held the cold tombstone with his hands, got off Chang Xu's back, and used the support to maintain his standing position.

Then he saw Shuomeng reaching out to him: "As agreed in advance, you can lend us a tape recorder."

Qisi looked at him with a half-smile: "Before that, we might as well sign a contract first."

A long blood-colored scroll loomed in the void, and golden vines outlined lines of text, shining brightly in the dark night.

Golden light and red light intertwined, and surrounded by vine shadows, Qisi spoke clearly and clearly: "I will do my best to help you complete the main mission, and you must also do your best to assist me in completing my mission. "

"——A fair deal, isn't it?"

Thanks to Chengan Aba Aba Aba for the 100-point reward! Thanks to the intoxicating Ato who wants to go to bed early, can’t sleep, doze off, smoke lightly, and hold the sword for the monthly ticket! (It’s chapter thirty-three, sad; I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to write it, but ended up writing it too late)