Infinite weird games

Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, third floor.

Jiang Junjue pulled out the evil-fighting sword from the chest of the last teammate and threw out a string of bright red blood beads.

As early as the moment Chen Lidong was killed by Ms. Medina, all clues that could point to normal clearance were broken. The logic cannot be connected in series, and the main mission is impossible to complete. Triggering the guaranteed death toll mechanism is the last chance of survival.

In the absence of conflicts of interest, acquaintances may be able to support each other. And when the death crisis looms overhead and the probability of survival is constant, cannibalism is inevitable.

Everyone has the right to survive. Jiang Junjue has no right to ask anyone to sacrifice for him. All he can do is compete fairly.

The young player wearing glasses stared blankly at the bloody eyes on his chest, his entire face shaking violently with pain and unwillingness, but he did not say a word.

Everyone is timid in the face of death, but under the paradoxical rules of the game, what's the use of blaming the living?

The weird game is so cruel, and life is fleeting, but as long as you can survive, you may be able to encounter a turning point one day in the future.

After clearing the final dungeon and gaining the right to negotiate the rules, how do you know that the sacrificed person cannot return to the world?

Jiang Junjue has seen many dead people and participated in many life-and-death struggles for survival. He has already formed a set of self-consistent logic.

He picked up the body of the teammate he had just killed, walked quickly to the bottom corner of the corridor, placed it side by side with the other body, and gently smoothed the corners of his clothes and the wrinkles on his face.

Finally, he took out a white blanket from the snakeskin bag and covered it with him, then shuffled back to his dormitory.

In theory, he was the only one who could move freely now.

Although Zhang Yiyu took the initiative to violate the rules and was put in a solitary room, he had to be concerned about it, but it was not something to be afraid of.

There are currently three situations: First, Zhang Yiyu knows the key clues, and entering the confinement room is just a step to clear the level; second, after Zhang Yiyu finds out that he cannot pass the level, she also wants to kill him and become the only survivor; third, Zhang Yiyu hides in the confinement room Shi was simply afraid of being interrogated by him, and was desperately waiting to die.

The first situation is perfect. Anyway, their main tasks are the same, and whoever completes them will be the same, but the difference is whether their performance is high or low. If it were the second situation, Jiang Junjue wouldn't be afraid. With the props and experience he had accumulated over the years, he really wouldn't be easily killed by a player who wasn't on the list.

Jiang Junjue calculated as calmly as possible and reached out to push open the bedroom door.

In the small room, the body of Sun Lin, who died on the first day, was lying at the door. Most of the yellow flowers that bloomed with skin and flesh as soil had withered. When the wind blew when the door was opened, the fragile flower stems were bent one after another, and they were scattered all over the room. Pleated soft petals.

The flowers on the face of the corpse dried the fastest. They were already weighed down by the heavy stamens and were unable to straighten up. They drooped along the outline of the human body. A face full of fear and despair was exposed, and the wide eyes were filled with the desire for survival. At this moment, there was only a pool of turbid gray water.

Jiang Junjue froze beside the door, watching intently until the young face was so blurry in his eyes that he couldn't see the facial features clearly.

He suddenly squatted down, raised his hands to cover his face, and burst into tears.

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In the confinement room, the concrete floor is barren of grass, the cracked floor is full of yellow flowers, and the abandoned room is full of trampled mushrooms. The images gradually merge into one through rapid flashing and replacement, as if three different layers are placed on top of each other. The same canvas and overlapped at a certain moment.

Secondary colors of red, yellow, blue and green are painted on the surface of the scene layer by layer, as if trying to find the most suitable color through trial and error.

The colors gradually move closer to red, including pink, deep red, bright red, purple red, scarlet, and various reds are masked in turn. After being fixed, it is like a drop of paint falling into clear water, with blood threads and gauze dancing gracefully, and settling into a kind of color over time. Thin red.

Zhang Yiyu looked at the words [Side mission (optional) "Sacrifice the 'bad boy' to the evil god" completed] on the system interface, and her mind went blank.

She knew that Qiss was the "bad boy" in this dungeon, and she was already prepared to give up on choosing a mission, but she didn't expect that she would get this mission out of nowhere.

what's the situation? Did Zeiss sacrifice himself? When did this man become so self-sacrificial for others? And...if he dies, will the contract still count?

Zhang Yiyu looked at the [Evil God Follower] status indicator on the system interface and didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"The game never said that a whole person must be sacrificed as a sacrifice..." Qisi leaned against the cement wall, ignoring the dirt on the ground for a moment, or in other words, he himself was one of the dirt.

The plan had already been written on white paper. On June 2, he planned the general direction. From then on, he would collect new clues and improve various details all the time.

The more powerful contractual authority allowed him to have two pairs of eyes, one was his own and the other came from Zhang Yiyu. He often gets two parallel perspectives, overlooking the overall situation of the two time and space from the perspective of a spectator. A large amount of useful and useless information flows through his mind, and is summarized on a white paper through the recording process, and gradually accumulates into a huge advantage.

In the past, Qisi raised the chess pieces. At this moment, Qisi, Zhang Yiyu, Chang Xu, and Shuo Meng were all members of the chess game. Under the control of the unknown overall situation, they moved vertically and horizontally on the chessboard, outlining the overall layout.

Meng Shuo took Qisi to the solitary room. Chang Xu fetched enough cold water. Zhang Yiyu in another time and space prayed for the final ingredients of the ceremony, and Qisi poured the cold water on her body.

Half of the body from shoulders to thighs disappeared, and the edges were covered with powdery mud. As the cold water seeped in, it gradually turned into gray-yellow mud, dripping to the ground.

He couldn't feel the pain, it felt more like "emptiness". A certain part that he was accustomed to suddenly lost contact and couldn't feel its existence, as if it had never belonged to his body.

The loss of limbs seemed to have taken away some excess heat. Zeiss found that his high fever had eased somewhat, and his consciousness was still scattered, but he no longer couldn't grasp the branches of memory as he had not long ago.

Unable to move, he simply continued: "The antidote for insomnia and the ritual of summoning evil gods, these all belong to the category of 'aboriginal witchcraft' in the setting of this dungeon, and they must have something in common. The meaning of the transcribed documents has changed, but the translated fake formula may not be completely unreasonable, at least in terms of materials and dosage, there may be something for reference.”

"Considering that weird games do not arrange dead ends with no solution, the materials must be obtained from this copy. Through the elimination method, it is easy to identify the materials required for the ritual. And since the dosage unit in the fake formula is 'half a person', I have reason to speculate that the amount of soil required for the ceremony is also the amount of 'half a person'..."

Listening to Qi Siyun's indifferent analysis, Shuimeng frowned and asked, "Are you so sure that your guess is right? What if you guess wrong?"

"I was just gambling. If I win, I'll make a lot of money. If I lose, I'll have to find another way." Qisi smiled and looked up at the ceiling with scarlet light floating in the air. "Anyway, it's just half of your body. I guess. With your reputation, you shouldn’t take advantage of others’ danger to do anything against me.”

Indeed, there is a rule that you can survive in reality for half an hour after death. As long as serious players cherish feathers, they will not dare to harm people blatantly - if they want to harm people, they must kill invisibly.

Talking about dreams, he said: "Of course I and Brother Chang will not harm you, but how do you know that you can stop the ceremony once it starts? What if the situation gets out of control and your whole body is sacrificed?"

"It's just one death, so what's the point?" Qisi lowered his eyes and chuckled, "I'll take a little risk and win everyone's TE clearance. It's a good deal, isn't it?"

Chang Xu listened on the sidelines and felt that something was not right.

Based on his intuition and insights, Qisi would be fine if he did not harm others. How could he sacrifice himself for the benefit of the group?

According to his usual behavior pattern, he should have grabbed a tool and thrown it into cold water to use it as a ritual material and sacrifice it.

But if you think about it carefully, there are only three people here, and with his strength, he really can't beat anyone here...

But he could definitely stay at Red Maple Leaf Boarding School and reap the benefits, so why would he put himself in such a predicament?

Chang Xu didn't know the full story of the incident, and naturally he didn't know that Qisi was pretending to be an NPC and setting fire to the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, causing anger and resentment, and people and ghosts shouting and beating him.

While he was wondering, he heard the young man sigh, as if he had understood what he was thinking, and whispered helplessly: "I'm not a bad person, I just want to pass the level more perfectly than others..."

"You should not only survive this time, but also pass the level perfectly, right?" Zhang Yiyu stood up from the ground and walked towards the door step by step.

In the past, all she wanted was to survive being chased by ghosts and death points, but now she seemed to see a glimmer of hope in pursuing higher achievements.

Passing the level perfectly and reaching the TE ending means that you can get multiple points, get reward props with special effects, and truly enhance your own strength...

In this way, she will survive better in future dungeons, realize her original wish earlier, and leave the strange game...

Zhang Yiyu stood still at the door, and the closed iron door slowly opened.

The invisible evil god opened the door of the solitary room, led 47 out of the dark and cramped cement room, and pointed in the north direction of the maple forest.

Zhang Yiyu felt as if her soul had lost contact with her body, and her body was being dragged by invisible forces, like a sleepwalker moving forward out of inertia.

47 started running. At first it was just a tentative trot. The crushed maple leaves made a strange "clicking" sound, like an eggshell cracking.

The scarlet eyes that had been drawn countless times were startled by the sound, and slowly opened in the dark night sky. The thin blood-colored light like ribbons swayed on both sides, and scattered eye-shaped spots of light flew in all directions.

47's pace became faster and faster, stirring up the wind that blew the golden butterflies and picked up the broken leaves scattered on the ground.

The fragments of light chased him, or were a kind of companionship. He stumbled but never fell, floating with butterflies in the blood-colored sea of ​​light, running through the entire maple forest with the brightness of summer daylight, driving away the lightless night.

Zhang Yiyu stepped onto the slippery ground. The green maple forest belonging to summer had no fallen leaves, but the bare land made a "sand" sound of crushing maple leaves.

The dense maple trees change seasons in front of you. The bare trunks are covered with green leaves for a while, and only dead branches remain for a while. Colorful pictures of spring, summer, autumn and winter overlap in an instant, and scenes from various seasons appear in the same scene. Red, yellow, and green tones are nested layer by layer, and the field of vision is filled with snowflakes of mixed colors.

The last dry red leaf fell to the ground, the echo of the dying butterfly intertwined with the bloody light above her head, the fallen leaves were reflected on the dark ground, and Zhang Yiyu ran wildly.

The god above the sky lowered his eyes, and the contract that acted on the soul controlled the will in the human body. The golden and red light belt led the way, and 47 walked through the maple forest at night without an audience, heading towards the kitchen where the remaining fuel was stored. .

The rotten vegetables exuded a fishy stench, and the firewood under the stove was dancing with remaining sparks. Zhang Yiyu picked up a dry firewood with still embers and touched the iron bucket filled with kerosene.

Orange-red flames soared into the sky, and the moment they hit the roof, they looked like the shadow of an evil god. 47 kicked over the oil drum floating in flames, and the fire flowed everywhere with the rolling oil.

"Just lock the door and everyone will be burned to death inside." Qisi told Zhang Yiyu silently.

The girl's soul poured back into her body, as if she was awakened from a dream by the explosion in her ears.

She was still not quite awake, and her consciousness was floating in the intoxicating light and shadow, with gold, orange, scarlet and blood exploding into a ball.

47 glanced at the fire that had engulfed the entire kitchen, turned around and ran towards the cement building.

The night without lights was silent, and everyone was sleeping in the cramped and depressing four-story building. Zhang Yiyu seemed to know what to do naturally. She pulled the iron door closed and took out various colorful clothes from the bag carried by the body beside the door. Tool, jammed door lock.

The office door was locked from the outside, and 47's expression was so calm that it was almost indifferent, and there was not even a trace of vengeful malice.

The god in red appeared in the flames, growing throughout the school as the fire spread.

Rotten, messy, smelly, and dirty, the fire flowed through the corridors and washed away everything, and the crackling sounds were mixed with shrill cries.

Zhang Yiyu turned around and saw Ms. Medina dressed in black. Her brown face changed looks and expressions, sometimes old, sometimes young. Her robe and hood eventually turned into a fur coat.

The image of the middle-aged Ms. Medina that the player first saw in the cement room froze in front of his eyes, and let out a terrifying roar: "You bad boys! You are really evil to the core! You killed my mother, and you want to kill me!" "

"Then now, you can go and die." Qisi looked at the tour guide standing at the door and showed a gentle smile.

Bloody smoke steamed from his body, and his scarlet eyes opened behind him, outlining an indescribable slender outline. He looked like a god in this scene.

47 Jishou prayed to the gods, but only Qisi responded. Bloody silk threads held Zhang Yiyu's limbs. She reached out to grab the woman's heart, and her bloody arm passed through her chest.

The tour guide's body disintegrated into a block of color inch by inch by the door, and his existence was wiped out bit by bit from the root level. There is no difference between people without ancestors and history without inheritance, and there is no way to prove whether it is false or true.

[Congratulations on unlocking the identity card "Scarlet Priest\