Infinite weird games

[The main mission has been completed]

The cold system prompt sounded, sealing the coffin of Ms. Medina's death.

The fierce-looking woman in black fell backwards, and the moment the sparks burned on the fur, it turned into a sea of ​​fire, flowing freely on the body, greedily licking every inch of flesh, leaving behind black charcoal. The evaporated fat dripped onto the ground, splashing white smoke, and the "crunching" sound of burning bones was gradually lost in the sound of the wind.

Three generations of hatred and curse ended in a man-made fire.

Zhang Yiyu looked around in a daze, looking at the flames surging in all directions, and realized that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Although she didn't know why the prompt to clear the dungeon hadn't appeared yet, she knew clearly that being burned by fire was unpleasant and had a high probability of being fatal.

The fire started in the kitchen and spread to the four-story concrete building through vines and mushrooms. On the cold and clean concrete ground, the spread of the fire has slowed down, so the distance from the front door of the cement building to the cemetery has not yet been engulfed in flames.

Zhang Yiyu no longer hesitated and ran towards the cemetery.

…

Memorial Hall for Aboriginal Victims, in an abandoned confinement cell.

The players waited for half a minute, but still did not receive the prompt to clear the dungeon.

Huomeng rushed to Qisi and shook his shoulders vigorously: "Si Qi, what is going on? Why is it stuck again?"

Qisi sighed: "I'm not a lunatic who is worried about the world being in chaos. Don't think it's me who did anything that happened..."

Against the suspicious looks of the two people, he rubbed his chin and guessed: "Maybe there is a part of the world view that has not been cracked. Maybe there is a part of the plot that this copy wants to show us. Who knows?"

After two seconds of silence, Shuimeng nodded solemnly: "What you said makes sense. Lao Jiang is still at the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. Based on past experience, this kind of two-line parallel dungeon must be given to all players in the end. An opportunity for rendezvous.”

Chang Xu thought for a while and then answered: "Zhang Yiyu is also over there."

Qisi's smile became weird, and it was not clear under the dim light and shadow. It was not clear whether he was smiling or not.

After all, he did not reveal his inappropriate sense of humor to his mouth, but simply said: "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you two to carry me on your back later."

…

[The main mission has been completed]

At Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, Jiang Junjue was alarmed by the system notification sound, and then he smelled the smell of smoke.

He opened the door and saw the thick black smoke filling the corridor. Combined with the system prompts, he almost immediately deduced that someone had found the correct way to pass the customs and executed it before him, so he set a fire for it.

Jiang Junjue rushed towards the stairs, but was forced back by the flames reaching into the sky. The only escape route was blocked, and he seemed to be trapped in the corridor on the third floor.

Now it seems that he is facing a certain death situation, but Jiang Junjue never sheds tears without seeing the coffin. In the past ten years, he has been living in simple dungeons, and has also carefully passed new dungeons. He has encountered countless dangerous situations, and has already developed a calmness that is beyond ordinary people.

Players at his level have many life-saving props on their bodies. Each prop is worth a life. It is not easy to see the God of Death before using up the props.

While Jiang Junjue took out a blanket from the snakeskin bag and wrapped it around him to prevent being splashed by sparks, he checked for opportunities in his mind.

He remembered that there seemed to be a window in one of the bedrooms...

…

At the Memorial Hall for the Victims of Aboriginal People, at the door of the solitary room, Chang Xu stood in front holding the Destiny Poker, while Meng followed behind with Qisi, who was missing arms and legs, on his back.

The maple forest covered with fallen leaves did not know when a fire broke out, and the flames rolled up the red maple leaves and stopped at the wet soil.

A series of twisted figures curled up in the fire, jumping around in a circle, singing strange songs.

“A good boy who doesn’t want to eat can only eat dirt.

The bad boy's body is covered with poisonous mushrooms.

Gods grow in rotten vegetables,

Yellow flowers bloomed on the bedside of the deceased.

After the day when the yellow butterfly flew,

Everyone died and was buried in the earth.

The children's graves are barren of grass,

It's all a witch's curse. "

Amidst the singing, golden butterflies fluttered and danced on the flames, and scattered into little karma fires. The figure in red grew in the firelight, and orange-red flames and petals exploded in the air. When God turned around, Qisi saw his own face, which looked similar but not alike.

The air rippled around the scorching flames, and the scorching light illuminated the faces of the three people as orange as forged.

Shuomeng stared at the fire scene and said to himself: "It was fine when we came here, why did it suddenly catch on fire?"

No one answered him, so he stopped asking. He took off the cigarette from his ear, held it in his mouth, and stretched it towards the flames half a meter away. Not lighting it for a moment, he took another step forward and stretched the cigarette closer.

Qisi lay on Meng's back, feeling the heat gushing over his body. He silently took out a lighter from his pocket and slapped it on Meng's face.

"Thank you, brother!" Said Meng lit up the cigarette, put the lighter in his pocket, and exhaled a long, satisfying puff of smoke.

"Oh, remember to bring a fire with you next time. The lighter is usually placed at Lao Jiang's place. Who knows that this copy will separate me from him..."

…

At the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, Jiang Junjue successfully landed before the fire engulfed the entire building. He drew out his evil sword and placed it in front of him, squinting his eyes and observing his surroundings.

The whole world is like a painting caught in a fire, distorted and deformed from the edges; the burnt yellow color spreads between the sky and the earth, casting a layer of old photo filters on all scenes.

The air was as hot as steam, and all the ghosts wandering on the earth dissipated on the orange background, leaving only the road leading to the cemetery unengulfed by flames.

The cracked cement building was overwhelmed by the load and collapsed behind it. The unwilling smoke and dust condensed into the arms of the undead, clawing at the ankles of the dead.

Jiang Junjue held the evil-fighting sword in one hand and the white blade found from Chen Lidong not long ago in the other hand, and he couldn't help but chop up all the evil hands that reached out to him.

Stepping on the scattered plaster on the ground, he ran towards the cemetery, crushed the corpses of flowers and butterflies on the ground, and passed through the sea of ​​flowers that were reflected golden by the firelight.

Hundreds of pale tombstones stood silently, except for one dug-out grave next to which a figure of a girl in green squatted, it was Zhang Yiyu!

The girl has already put one foot into the coffin and looks like she is about to lie down in it.

Despite the lack of key clues, Jiang Junjue also figured out something.

Acting before thinking, he raised his sword and stabbed Zhang Yiyu in the back...

…

At the Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, the fire burned away the maple leaves all over the ground and extinguished them sparsely, leaving only a piece of charred land.

Chang Xu took a few steps forward with the cards in hand, squatted down in front of a depression, stretched out his hands to dig away the loose soil on it, and exposed a silver-white iron box.

The iron box was completely shiny, with no trace of being burned. It lay quietly in the devastation, reflecting the remaining firelight and reflecting the sky.

Mengye walked over with Qisi on his back, leaned over and looked at it: "There seems to be some great things inside. Brother Chang might as well open it and take a look."

Without his reminder, Chang Xu had already grasped the bottom and lid of the box with both hands and pulled it out hard in two directions. Without pulling it out, a faint blue light condensed between his fingers, and he was about to touch the box.

The narration voice sounded at the right time, hoarse and low, with condescending compassion.

[You are just passers-by in this land. No matter what method you use, you cannot open this box. 】

[Only those who have experienced it, suffered, and confessed are qualified to open the box and uncover that period of history that has long been buried. 】

[I believe you have guessed that this box contains evidence of the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School and the Aboriginal Love Foundation. The truth is far more terrifying than you know, and it is still circulating today. 】

[Once these contents are made public, they will inevitably cause an uproar in the world. It may save the indigenous people who are still being bullied and oppressed, or it may lead to unnecessary chaos and cause more casualties. Who knows? 】

[So, should we send the box to the cemetery and make the evidence public? Or should we bury the box back in the ground and whitewash the false peace? 】

[Now, you have the right to choose and plenty of time to think about the answer. 】

Qisi now understood why the main quest had been completed but the copy had not ended yet.

——It is probably the same as the script killing games on the market. I want to create a formalism that allows players to choose the ending.

Is it to disclose the truth or to whitewash the situation?

This seems like a no-brainer. Exposing crimes, punishing sinners, and carrying forward delayed justice are all literary and artistic works that promote universal values.

Chang Xu picked up the box and was about to walk to the cemetery.

"Slow down!" Shuimeng was startled and quickly reached out to stop him, almost shaking Qisi off his back. "I always feel that things are not that simple. The game makes it very clear. Choosing to make it public may lead to chaos, death and injury... …I suspect that this choice has something to do with the ‘door’.”

He didn't care about avoiding Qisi, and analyzed it very quickly: "According to our president's calculations, the 'door' will be opened this year, and it may have already been opened. Any copy may be inadvertently opened by us, When using us as a medium to invade reality, it’s better to be careful.”

Combining the context, Qiss guessed that what Meng said was related to his ability to bring game props and strange events to reality, and that it was most likely a secret that although blocked by the forum, was mostly known within the guild...

He remained motionless and continued to pretend to be dead. At the same time, he made up his mind to find a way to put some "eyes" in the Grand Guild after he got out.

Chang Xu was silent for a moment and asked, "How sure are you that this choice will lead to a strange invasion?"

"I'm not sure." Shuo Meng admitted frankly, with piercing eyes. "Maybe 99% of it won't happen, but even if there is only a 1% chance, once it happens, it will be a disaster that no one wants to face. Instead of taking the risk of making things worse, It’s better to maintain the status quo than risk.”

Chang Xu looked into his eyes and stated calmly: "I know that the foundation continues to this day, and with the endorsement of the federation, it arbitrarily grabs the interests of civilians and does some dirty things in the gray area for the upper class. Publicizing those criminal evidence will cause unrest. It’s inevitable.”

Shuomeng had already turned off the live broadcast before smashing the glass cabinet, but he still couldn't help shouting: "Brother Chang, have you turned off the live broadcast? Is this something that can be said in public?"

Chang Xu said: "The live broadcast automatically closed after I dug out the iron box."

Ziss knew that Weird Game automatically shut down the live broadcast because it wanted players to make choices that were most consistent with their true thoughts without any moral burden.

This seems to be connivance to the players, but in fact it is a kind of ill-intentioned and malicious torture:

Are you really as righteous as you think you are?

Deep in your heart, how much weight does the fate of others have? Is it worth it for you to bear the greater guilt that may exist in order to save unrelated people?

Chang Xu lowered his eyes and continued: "The impact of making those evidence public may only be chaos and murder during the power transition, but it can change the status quo and may save more people. I am not sure what the future will be like. I only know that the world is not good now..."

With a simple view of good and evil and short-sighted intuition, such an answer is not surprising.

Qi Si suddenly wanted to laugh, and he did so.

He looked up at the sky dyed orange by the embers, and smiled and suggested: "Since we can't make up our minds, why don't the three of us vote."

Red Maple Leaf Boarding School.

The fire has burned to the periphery of the cemetery, and the sea of ​​flowers is submerged in the flames, and the charred debris is flying with the steaming air.

The billowing smoke obscured the sky, and the melted resin dripped from the charcoal-black tree trunks, and the choking burnt smell drilled into the mouth and nose like a worm.

There was no time to consider other options, so he could only take a gamble, betting that hiding in the coffin was the way out of this copy.

Jiang Junjue dragged Zhang Yiyu's body aside, sat sideways in the coffin, lay down clumsily, and reached out to pull the coffin lid.

The wind carrying the smell of blood blew in his face, and the danger warning jumped wildly. He stared and saw that the girl with a bloody hole in her chest had climbed up from the mud at some point, kneeling on all fours above the coffin.

The girl's scarlet eyes had no pupils, and saliva was dripping from the corners of her mouth. The terrifying breath was as if it had substance, and it was obvious to the naked eye that she was not a living person.

It's a ghost! Zhang Yiyu has become a ghost!

Even though Jiang Junjue had a lot of life-saving props, he couldn't help but be shocked. He subconsciously pulled out the white blade from the prop column and was about to block it.

He was a step slower after all. The moment the white blade scratched the girl's abdomen, the girl's sharp teeth had already pierced his throat.

This is unfair. Jiang Junjue thought, there was never a clue that players would become ghosts after death, and he just fell into it, so unfair...

[Name: Green Corpse Skin]

[Type: Props]

[Effect:...]

A faint light flashed in the prop column, and Jiang Junjue's skin was bright green with paint texture, as if stranded in rotten dead water and gradually covered with moss.

Zhang Yiyu had long been an immortal ghost, and at this moment, the bloody smell stimulated her appetite. She lay on Jiang Junjue and ate the man's flesh and blood in big mouthfuls, swallowing it in ecstasy.

The dazzling firelight like the sun shone on the corpse and the ghost, applying a layer of oil painting glaze to the bloody scene, as if the death god from hell was solemnly crowned.

Jiang Junjue did not make any sound, and his soul and five senses were taken away at the moment of death. In a haze, a faded picture ruminated in his memory.

The president who had left for a long time once said to him in a naive way: "Xiao Jiang, the world is a chess game, and you and I are both chess pieces. I went there just to try to see if I can overturn the chessboard of the gods."

He felt speechless at the time, but now he feels a lot of emotions, helpless and ironic...

...

Indigenous Victims Memorial Hall, in the cemetery.

Chang Xu gently placed the iron box in front of Tombstone No. 47 as a public evidence of his guilt.

Shuo Meng threw Qi Si to the side of the tombstone and whispered to the side: "I voted against it. I was forced to go along with you two because of your tyranny... If there is any problem in the future, don't come to me."

Yes, Qi Si is afraid that the world will not be in chaos, so he naturally hopes to make the evidence public so that he can laugh at the federation.

So, two votes against one vote, the players' choices are no suspense.

[All rules and worldviews have been cracked]

[Congratulations to the player for clearing the team dungeon "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School\