Infinite weird games

Red Maple Leaf Boarding School.

Jiang Junjue and the other three fell asleep briefly outside the kitchen. When they woke up, they failed to wait for the prompt of "The main mission has been completed".

Their expressions suddenly became solemn, and countless bad guesses were made in a matter of seconds, but they still harbored some unrealistic hopes in their hearts.

But as they walked towards the cement building and saw two corpses covered with flowers and butterflies and an iron pot rolling on the ground, all their hopes turned into shock and worry.

There is no doubt that Chen Lidong failed, and the task of preparing medicine to treat the disease was in vain. The clearance route written in black and white on the system interface could not be wrong. If the mission failed, there could only be a problem with the prescription.

"How could there be something wrong with the prescription? We have all been cured..." A Tingfeng member muttered to himself, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Jiang Junjue remained calm, holding a cigarette and analyzing: "Either Zhang Yiyu hid key information, or we missed some details when copying the prescription, which led to errors in the translation process."

"No matter what it is, it is almost impossible for us to get the real formula. Zhang Yiyu is locked in a confinement room and is probably dead; the original formula was burned yesterday... We can only take advantage of the current situation to improve, Explore the surroundings and see if you can decipher the worldview and complete another main quest.”

After the three returned to the concrete building, they received bad news from Ms. Medina. The foundation had stopped the water and electricity supply to the school.

Electricity is fine, but lack of water is definitely fatal.

The hot weather was still heating up, and the warm tropical wind steamed away the heat from the human body. After a while, Jiang Junjue felt that her throat was dry and her lips were cracked.

He turned on the faucet on the sink in the cafeteria, and what came out of the rusty iron pipe was dry mortar, whimpering about the scarcity of water resources.

Most players are accustomed to the existence of water. Before entering the dungeon, no one thought that Weird Game would make a fuss about drinking water, so they didn't make much preparation. The task of exploring and solving puzzles had to be postponed, and the top priority of finding water sources was put on the agenda.

The floor and walls of the concrete building were still damp, with sweat-like turquoise drops oozing from them, but no one dared to try to lick the unknown liquid.

The three of them walked through the maple forest, but did not see any springs or streams. They could only pick maple leaves and put them in their mouths to chew and absorb the juice of the plants.

A brief quenching of thirst was of no avail. Jiang Junjue told his two companions that survival in the wilderness was about putting aside the basics and pursuing the last. The key to everything was to leave the dungeon as soon as possible.

Throughout the whole day on June 5, the three of them worked separately and conducted a blanket search in Maple Forest. They did not find any new clues, let alone how to deal with Ms. Medina.

During this period, three people suffered from varying degrees of bleeding symptoms. The female player's sputum was streaked with blood, and the male player wearing glasses began to urinate blood. Jiang Junjue's condition was the most serious. The skin on the areas not exposed to light fell off like cooked potato skins, and there were many cracks. Mushroom-like herpes sprouted from his flesh.

This seems to be a continuation of the terrible disease called insomnia, which is no longer as deadly as the original insomnia, but is still enough to be difficult and painful.

Finding a cure for insomnia is still an important task, and the three of them once again entered the fourth floor of the school to explore.

This time, I found some useful clues. For example, there was once a group of people who were as scared as they were now. They were almost sick and went to the doctor for experiments on aboriginal children, hoping to crack the secret of the disease.

Disappointingly, those people made no progress, leaving behind documents that served no purpose other than as evidence of their guilt.

They have not found the real prescription, or in other words, the prescription has disappeared from this world forever with the death of the language as a carrier...

On the morning of June 6, suffering from constant pain, hunger and thirst, Jiang Junjue tiredly said to his two companions: "Let's each rely on our own abilities and separate from now on. After 12 noon See you again, no one will show mercy.”

The curtain of fratricide was unveiled, and the narration when the dungeon opened a new stage made it clear: Only one lucky child can survive this hell on earth...

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Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, Cemetery.

After signing the contract, Qisi took the recorder out of the props column and handed it to Chang Xu.

Chang Xu lay down in the coffin with the three documents and the tape recorder in his arms, closed the lid of the coffin with Shuo Meng, and filled the pit with shovelfuls of soil.

At this moment, the last handful of soil was poured onto the grave, and rows of gray tombstones stood on the black ground, like the teeth of a dying old man.

Under the bloody moonlight, Qisi turned his head to look at Meng Shuo and uttered six words: "Take me to the solitary room."

"Are you sure?" Suimeng was stunned and looked around, "I finally made a safe zone with talisman paper. From here all the way to the confinement room, it's called a ghost demon, a hundred ghosts walking in the night..."

As he said this, he already stooped down to help the dying Qis next to him.

Qisi looked like he was seriously injured and would die at any time. He lay unceremoniously on Meng's back and muttered: "It's okay not to go to the solitary room. It depends on Chang Xu's ability." You can’t raise the coffin by yourself, or let your soul continue to pass the level after this remaining life.”

The dreamer obviously doesn't understand the sense of humor associated with the Hell Joke.

Carrying Qiss on his back, he rushed towards the confinement room quickly, with a smile that was uglier than crying: "You are out of sight now. The contract has been signed, and for this kind of thing that is within my power, I will definitely say If you do what you do, you will never be bullied..."

The wind after dark brought a hint of coolness. Compared with the patient's body temperature, which was enough to cause heat loss, Qisi stopped talking and allowed his consciousness to float between waking and dreaming.

The wind brought up by running blew into his trachea, and he coughed crazily. A large mouthful of blood spurted out as he coughed. A trace of blood streaked down the corner of his lips, dripping on the ground and splashing blood-colored flowers.

The next second, I heard Meng Buwu say in horror: "Friend, please don't do this...can you still hold on? It's so scary, you won't die on your lower back, right?"

So Qisi stayed still and quietly acted like a qualified corpse.

Talking about dreams: "...6."

The purple-black sky is as strange as a ghost, and the slippery mud is built into a prison that hinders movement. The entire land is alive, stubbornly and cruelly trying to trap and kill the creatures that accidentally enter.

The distance from the cemetery to the confinement room is not long, but it is not short either. The three-hundred-meter journey is covered with a large maple forest, and the skinny maple branches are waving wildly like the claws of ghosts, leaving blood marks on the pedestrians' bodies.

The bright red maple leaves all over the ground were jumping like flames, rising and falling like a sea of ​​blood, as if they had come to life in an instant, stretching out pairs of red hands to grab Dream's ankles.

Shuomeng grabbed a handful of talismans from his backpack and threw them into the air.

The dark yellow paper spontaneously ignited with the wind, and the orange sparks flickered for a few times before extinguishing. The fly ash under the embers fell to the ground, paving a path that could be walked on.

Shuo Meng stepped on it.

Qisi opened his eyes a little and asked: "Are there actually selling talismans in the mall? I have never noticed it before."

"It's not from the mall." Mengbuduo had him, and he explained as he kept moving forward, "Recently, haven't the major guilds been studying the technology of homemade props? Our vice president tried to make a few The talisman paper has a good effect, and it will be promoted on a small scale in the forum in a few days. "

"Really?" Qisi looked ahead from a distance.

The maple forest gradually became sparse on both sides, and a square cement building stood alone on the desolate land, covered with a layer of charming pale pink under the bloody moonlight.

The mushrooms between the cracks in the wall are bathed in the moonlight, and the illuminated parts appear a bruise-like lavender color, which complements the dark green in the shadows.

Qisi looked at it for a while, his eyes wandered away again, his consciousness kept sinking like a dead body falling into the water, and his eyes slowly closed.

Shuimeng felt that the person on his back was no longer moving. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and his already miserable mood became even more miserable.

He carried Qisi on his back and rushed into the concrete room in a few steps. The second before his arms made of mud and branches were about to touch Qisi's back, he pulled out two nails from nowhere, one on the left and one on the right. Insert it into the door frame and tie the nail cap with a red wire.

The moment the arm touched the red line, it twitched as if it was being burned. All the weirdness stopped in front of the plane where the door was located, as if there was an invisible barrier suddenly standing across it.

"How long do you need?" Shuomeng pushed his back and tried to wake Qisi up. "This prop can only last ten minutes at most. Once ten minutes are over, we will be locked up and beaten..."

"Ten minutes is enough." Qisi opened his eyes, his pupils filled with emptiness.

Sometimes he was pulled out of the waking dream, and sometimes he fell in uncontrollably. His consciousness, rationality, and cognition seemed to have all been thrown out of his body, leaving only the soul that was about to fly away struggling to drag the sluggish body. .

He got off Meng's back, staggered, stood unsteadily, and moved forward step by step like a zombie.

He said in a recalling tone: "When I first entered the dungeon, I was locked in a confinement room in the timeline of the 20th century. I had been hungry for three days. If I didn't find something to eat, I would die... There was nothing there, including mushroom……"

He said "Hey" to his dream. He always felt that Qisi's state was not quite right. However, he was not familiar with Qisi after all. He only watched the public recording part of the copy of "Hopeless Sea" when he was studying Chang Xu, so he couldn't say it. Identify specific things that are wrong.

As Qisi walked along, he crushed the mushrooms growing in the center of the aisle. The rotten stench burst out from the damaged umbrella crown, and its ghosts lingered around.

Shuimeng took out the perfume bottle, sprayed it into the air several times, and asked, "What next?"

"When I was about to die, I saw an illusion of the timeline belonging to the 21st century. I saw you, Chang Xu and the tour guide. In that illusion, the door of the confinement room was open, and tourists wearing various clothes came and went. Often, it's like a beautiful but false dream." Qisi smiled lowly.

His voice became softer and softer, almost like a dream: "I thought of the story of the little match girl. She also saw phantoms such as stoves, roast geese, and Christmas trees before she died. Maybe the terrifying evil god can only Grows in pain, almost giving the dying man the last comfort.”

"He was nailed to the cross, and the evil god pulled out the nails in another time and space and led him down the execution platform. So he continued to carve those words and symbols, repeating the process of being crucified over and over again. When he was about to starve to death, the evil god Let him see the beauty from the future, and he has the hope of struggling to survive, but he still cannot reach it..."

Listening to Qisi's calm tone of voice as he talked about his dream, he felt as if he was listening to ghost whispers in this situation, which was creepy.

The speaker's attitude is too cold and alienated, as if he is looking at the people, things, and things in the world from the perspective of a bystander, without any human emotions.

"It's quite interesting, isn't it?" Qis suddenly laughed, "Since pain and death are the link between two time and space, then why do we have to pray to God?"

The shadows of golden vines floated in the dark void, and the soul leaves of a tree sparkled with the flow of light.

Zhang Yiyu hugged her knees and sat huddled among the poisonous mushrooms covered with sores on the ground. The high fever turned a sickly blush on her cheeks, and the blood from the cough fell on the light green clothes, which was particularly dazzling.

The hunger reached its extreme, making her feel nauseous. She spit out a large mouthful of mucus mixed with blood, and her scattered consciousness weaved scenes of illusions, as if she was brought back to the fifth underground floor of the Weird Investigation Bureau...

"Zhang Yiyu, come to the door." A voice came from outside, clear and calm.

Zhang Yiyu stood up with difficulty, holding on to the wall, dragging her feet towards the door.

Zeiss counted the rooms in the solitary room, stopped in front of the door with "47" carved on the bottom of the wall, and gently opened the door.

Zhang Yiyu closed her eyes and opened them again. The shadowy human figures flew past her eyes, like an old photo that had been exposed incorrectly, with scenes of double images flashing through in a short period of time.

All the shadows finally settled into two blurry human shapes, one standing in the corridor and one standing by the door. The blurred edges trembled irregularly, like projections with poor contact.

The door that was originally closed was opened at some point.

Qisi tapped the tip of the golden leaf with his fingertips and said silently in his heart: "Next, I will open the door in front of you on the right, so you can finish eating first."

Zhang Yiyu walked out of the door cautiously, stood in the long, dark corridor, and looked around.

She saw that the iron door on her right opened without any wind, revealing a body lying inside.

The corpse tirelessly exudes an alluring aroma, which for ghosts means replenishing physical strength and reducing negative states.

Zhang Yiyu walked over, dug out pieces of flesh and blood with her hands and stuffed them into her mouth. The blood splattered on her clothes and mixed with the blood she coughed up, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

The new flesh and blood that entered her throat quickly filled her stomach, and the discomfort caused by insomnia gradually eased. Her vision became much clearer, and she was able to carry out basic actions.

She heard Qiss's voice ring again, this time with some encouragement: "Very good. Then find a place to wash your hands and mouth, go to the cemetery, and dig out the person buried behind tombstone No. 47." ”

Shuo Meng witnessed the process of Qis opening the door from the side. He opened one door first, waited for a while, and then opened another door. He said nothing from the beginning to the end, and he was puzzled for a while.

Then he saw the young man turning his head to look at him, his unfocused pupils dark and gloomy: "Okay, now we can go back to the cemetery and prepare to dig people out."