Infinite weird games

In the early morning of April 5, a piece of news appeared on major platforms and spread quickly like locusts crossing the border.

# The Maple Leaf County Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall caught fire. There were no casualties yet. The specific cause is under investigation #

Under the grim title, the reporter described the tragic situation of the memorial hall with sympathy and pity. The building was burned down, a large amount of materials were burned, and the dense maple forest was reduced to ashes, leaving behind a devastation full of ghosts and monsters.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the article also mentioned the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, the predecessor of the memorial hall, and wrote nonchalantly:

"We couldn't help but remember that the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School had suffered a similar fire in the past. Fate seemed to have taken a strange reincarnation, as if it was a curse sent by the gods."

There are two accompanying pictures at the end of the article, one is a memorial hall that was scorched black by smoke, and the other is a maple forest with all vegetation destroyed and reduced to scorched earth.

This news is full of weirdness.

It was clearly not the dry season yet, and there were no combustible materials such as fallen leaves piled on the ground. How did the fire spontaneously ignite in the rarely inhabited maple forest?

The fire burned so big and destroyed the maple forest and the venue. Why didn't any tourists get hurt?

Netizens watched the excitement and talked loudly. Some said it was a federal conspiracy, some said it was a supernatural event, and some took the opportunity to popularize the past of Red Maple Leaf Boarding School...

With the help of an invisible force, more and more people paid attention to this news, and most of their eyes finally fell on the term "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School".

A small number of people even dug deeper out of some leisure and found out a lot of historical materials that were indistinguishable from true to false.

The powder covering the evidence was washed away piece by piece, exposing the red and swollen sores underneath. The bloody and curious carrion attracted maggots who were fond of looking at ugliness and swarmed forward. Netizens unveiled the prelude to the carnival with some unspeakable desire... …

When the copy of "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School" ended, players did not see the usual ending CG.

And this missing part is precisely because of the player's choice that plays a big role in reality, and the judgment will eventually be written by the masses and scholars.

Chiss fell asleep early, unaware of the undercurrents of the outside world during his sleep.

He had a messy dream. In the dream, he was digging a hole in a deserted farmland. He was distracted while digging, and he thought irritably: He was covered in soil, which was very dirty.

Dreams are illogical. He had just dug half of the soil when he somehow found himself lying in the pit. When he looked up, he saw a man with his face smiling at him and asking him if he needed to dig him out.

Zisi thought for a moment and said to the man: "Bury me, thank you."

The man stared at him with lowered eyes, and stated calmly like Jesus crucified on the cross in the church: "You asked me to save you last time."

Qisi raised his index finger in front of his eyes and stared at the pale, almost transparent fingertips: "Now I find that the soil doesn't seem very dirty."

The man chuckled lightly and began to fill the pit with shovelfuls of soil.

Zeiss lay as quietly as a corpse, the cold earth raining down on him, making him shiver.

He suddenly thought that it would not be bad to die like this.

"Humans must have desires." The monster holding his face suddenly lowered its head, and the face reflected in its scarlet eyes was a turbulent mist, "What is your desire?"

The cold soil had already covered Qisi's neck. Instead of feeling warm, he felt colder, just like the fish transported to the cold market buried in ice.

He thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I'm not human."

He felt that he should also have a desire, but that desire was not strong enough and was destined not to be understood by ordinary people. Speaking of it at this time was a bit like sophistry.

For a long time since he could remember, he had no obvious joys or sorrows. It was not until he was twelve years old that he secretly and expectantly prepared to kill someone, and that was when he saw the colorful and flowing colors of the world for the first time.

The warm blood soaked his fingertips, and his childhood was over. He felt truly excited and happy in his heart, as if he had suddenly established a connection with the world he had always been alienated from.

There are always people who feel that there needs to be a reason for doing evil, but if you want to wait for others to do evil before responding with the same malice, then there should be no one in the world who does evil.

Who was the first to do evil? Who is the starting point for the cycle of sin? Who is the culprit behind all evil?

It has been too long and there is no way to verify it, but Qisi is not afraid to treat others with the greatest malice. In this way, even if retribution finally falls on him, it will not be a loss if he dies after having acted recklessly for a long time.

"Don't let them know this." The monster continued to fill the pit with soil, and the soil reached Qiss's chin.

Qiss asked: "Is it related to the 'Gate'?"

The monster didn't answer, silently burying shovelfuls of dirt.

When the last shovelful of dirt was smeared on his face, Zeiss finally woke up.

The chill of early spring soaked into his bones. He shuddered and pulled the quilt that had been kicked aside.

He usually slept well, but he was probably not used to it because he had changed places. This time he kicked the quilt to the edge of the bed and almost fell to the floor.

He pulled the quilt over him and covered him, and fell asleep again. When he woke up again, it was already bright. When he looked at his phone, it was 11:30 in the morning.

All the bones in his body felt a dull pain one after another. His eyelids were so sore and swollen that they felt as if they were filled with dirt. They were pricked again by fine needles. He finally opened them for a while and then closed them again.

Qisi closed his eyes and dreamed about the strange dream for a long time, but could not figure out the reason.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead, and sure enough he felt his hand was hot.

There was no doubt that he had a fever.

I don’t know if the disease has spread from the game to reality, or if it’s because I caught a cold after falling asleep last night, or if it’s just because I don’t have the same horoscope as Qijiacun.

This is not a good sign by any means.

Zisi sat up on his side with support on his body, opened the desk drawer and rummaged through it for a long time before he remembered that he had not brought the thermometer and antipyretics.

The wisest choice at the moment may be to go to the hospital to register, and the second is to go out of Qijia Village and find a drugstore to buy some medicine. However, the patient lying on the bed did not want to move.

So he chose the last resort - drink more hot water.

A paper man brought a cup filled with hot water to the second floor. Qisi remembered that someone else had used this cup before, but he... didn't bring it with him.

To be more precise, after he accidentally broke the last water glass, he never bought a new one and made do with pots and pans to catch the water...

Qiss could only order a water bottle online, and then threw himself on the bed in despair, imagining that he was a dead fish that had been dried in the sun.

…

In the afternoon, Qisi burned the paper ingots at the door of the bedroom and then entered the game space again.

The moment I sat down on the high-backed chair in the temple, all the discomfort on my body was gone. The reality would not affect the player's performance in the weird game. In a sense, this was good news.

Of course, at the moment, Ziss doesn’t want to open the next copy too early.

He looked at the soul blades of his subjects one by one, and finally his eyes rested on Liu Yuhan's soul blade.

The picture shows a small town full of fantasy style. The black clothes coming and going create a depressing and eerie atmosphere, indicating that this place is not reality.

Liu Yuhan held the ghost story notebook and walked side by side on the street with a young man who also wore glasses, chatting absentmindedly.

With Qisi's current authority, he cannot speak to reality through the soul blades, but it is easy to convey some information in the game.

He said bluntly: "Liu Yuhan, see you at Sunset Ruins at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

When Liu Yuhan heard the words falling from the sky, her steps stopped and her face turned pale.

The young man walking on her left was still chattering: "Yu Han, with your level and reputation, you will be taken seriously even if you enter the Grand Guild..."

This person is a member of the Jiuzhou Guild, his name is "Tang Yu". When he was a newcomer, he had read a lot of strategies published by Liu Yuhan, and he had a good impression of this theoretical player who was not showy and unrevealed. When he met him by chance in the dungeon, he naturally fell in love with him. A team was formed.

Along the way, he often hinted Liu Yuhan to join Kyushu, but was always rejected by the latter in an understatement.

Tang Yu was halfway through his words of persuasion when he saw that the look of the girl next to him suddenly turned ugly, and he couldn't help but asked blankly: "Yu Han, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, thank you." Liu Yuhan smiled stiffly, and her right hand hidden in her sleeve clenched into a fist.

…

In the temple, Qisi saw Liu Yuhan's resistance in his eyes, curled his lips in a good mood, and then entered the mall.

A bunch of products such as antipyretics and water bottles pop up on the daily necessities interface, focusing on a precise push.

It's a pity that with Qisi's current level of trust in weird games, he still can't eat game props without any grudges in reality...

He entered the video buying and selling interface, searched for a string of names such as Chang Xu and Shuo Meng, and randomly selected a few to collect, planning to study them whenever he had time.

Judging from the situation in "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School", team-building props have become popular in a small area. If he directly attacks players with such complicated backgrounds, it may cause unimaginable trouble.

If we meet again in the future, I'm afraid I'll have to think of other ways to deal with it, either by inducing and using it, or by borrowing a knife to kill someone...

No matter which method is used, it is based on a thorough understanding of the target's behavior patterns and ways of thinking.

After the one-hour stay time expired, Ziss returned to reality and continued to lie dead.

Not long after I lay down, my phone rang again, and it was still the same unfamiliar number that I called yesterday.

Yesterday he took one look and hung up, but today, he picked up.

"Hello, is this Mr. Qi Lemingqi?" There was a young girl's voice on the other end of the phone, which sounded like a salesman.

Qisi lay on his back, using his remaining consciousness to recall that the newly activated calling card in his mobile phone was left by his father.

He said: "Qi Leming is dead, I am his son."

"What a sorry news. I hope you can forgive me." The other person said, "That's it. Mr. Qi has joined our foundation's one-to-one student aid program before. This year is the tenth year, and the funds he donated to us have been If it runs out, you may need to pay back 200,000 federal dollars.”

"He has been dead for six years." Zis turned on the speakerphone and stared at the ceiling.

The other person paused for half a second and then continued: "You may not know something. Mr. Qi signed a contract at that time. If the funding is stopped midway, it may affect the credibility of you and your descendants..."

Qisi hung up the phone, blocked the number, and turned over.

The window next to the bed reflected the reflection of Xu Yao's pale face.

Xu Yao said: "If the ghost domain wants to maintain its operation, it needs to eat one living person every month."

Qisi made a rough calculation and said: "There are currently forty-one living people left in the village. After several copies are released, there will be even fewer left."

Xu Yao shook her head slightly: "The people in the village are all part of the ghost realm and are not counted as living people; we need fresh living people from outside."

"Really?" Chiss narrowed his eyes, "Is there a way to throw the body outside unconsciously and blur the time of death?"

"A radius of a hundred miles and seven days is enough." Xu Yao said.

So, Zis picked up the phone again and dialed the number that he had just blocked.

Thanks to Fushichensheng for the 500-point reward! Thanks to Meng Wuwang for the 100-point reward!