Infinite weird games

In the dark space, Zeiss took out the mountaineering bag from the toolbar.

Accessing items placed in the prop slot does not require direct contact with your hands. You only need to convey instructions with your mind, and the props can appear less than one centimeter away from the player.

In other words, as long as the player wants to, he can even summon a prop above his head and hit himself in the face.

The mountaineering bag made a shape on the clean ground on the right side of Qisi, clinging tightly to the leg of the chair, close to the approaching pool of blood.

Zeiss controlled the cursed pendulum and opened the zipper of his backpack, revealing it was stuffed full of towels, pens and paper, sugar bowls and other items.

The transparent sugar bowl was filled with freshly caught tadpoles, one close to the other, occupying almost all the spaces, and their heads and tails were still twitching slightly.

Next to the sugar bowl, there was a trembling cloth bag. Inside was a frog whose eyes were covered by Ziss with a towel.

"Doctor Cheng... I don't want to die... please help me, please?"

The plaintive outpouring sounded vaguely in the ears. On the iron bed in front of him, the woman's body sat up, her head facing Qiss at a twisted angle, and her wide-open eyes were empty.

Herpes-like blood stains crawled all over her body like clothes, and the touched flesh festered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The putrid smell mixed with the blood irritated the nasal cavity, and the fear belonging to the original Cheng An was filled unreasonably into the bottom of her heart. .

Zeiss couldn't look away, and could only watch helplessly as the woman rotted beyond recognition in a few seconds. The thick yellow and oily green rotting water raised a layer of smoky grease on the pool of blood.

My heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a hand, every cell was frozen, and even breathing became a burden.

All kinds of tiny images exploded in my mind, flying around like catkins in spring, being lifted high and then settling down. A thin layer of blood was smeared in front of his eyes, flashing alternately with the exposed white, becoming darker and darker at a perceptible speed.

The long-lost haemorrhage surged again, and his consciousness was struggling between wakefulness and drowsiness.

Zeiss realized that the best way to trap a man was to render him unconscious.

If he faints again, he doesn't know when he will wake up or whether he will wake up again...

There was no time for entanglement and hesitation. Although a plan to break the situation that had been thought of for a long time was full of risks, it had to be put into practice personally.

The cursed pendulum quickly smashed the sugar bowl containing the tadpoles and lifted the towel off the frog's head.

The black tadpoles were scattered on the towel like a head of black hair, falling into dots among the fluff, squirming painfully in place after being absorbed by the water.

The blue frog squatted angrily among the tadpoles, staring at Qisi with its yellow eyes, its pale belly contracting, ready to make a sound at any time.

A pool of blood crawled on the ground thickly and slowly, already surrounding the backpack and seeping into the thickened fabric.

Zeis wrapped a bunch of tadpoles around the cursed pendulum, brought them to his lips, and poured them all into his mouth.

He wanted to hold them in his mouth, but the tadpoles flowed into his esophagus involuntarily along with his saliva. They stirred in his stomach for a few seconds and then fell silent.

"Quack quack quack!"

The blue frog witnessed the whole process of Zeiss swallowing the tadpole, and immediately let out a high-pitched frog cry.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of frogs sounded from afar. In the first few seconds, it seemed unreal because it was far away. Soon, it rolled closer like muffled thunder, exploding noisily, like drums and chorus.

The warm noise dispersed the weird atmosphere, giving people a festive and lively feeling of celebrating a festival.

The muddy smell and water vapor belonging to the pond invaded the cold darkness and enveloped it from all directions, temporarily covering up the original bloody smell.

Green frogs appeared out of thin air in every corner of the room, their red eyes shining scarlet in the darkness.

“Quack quack quack… quack quack…”

Amidst the bursts of frog croaking, countless frogs jumped around Qisi, bringing about the synesthesia of the earth shaking.

Tentacle-like bloodshot threads have been attached to Qisi's heels, and a hint of coolness is tickling the soles of his feet through the plastic material, as if looking for a place to penetrate.

Helplessly, the frogs moved faster, stepping on the pool of blood as if desperate, jumping closer.

The blood wrapped around the first few frogs as if they were alive. The frogs that were touched rotted in one breath, and soon turned into a pile of burnt black frog bones, scattered in the pool of blood, and decomposed into debris.

The frogs behind seemed unable to see the tragic situation of their predecessors, and kept up with them one after another, without slowing down at all, and they continued one after another as if they were not afraid of death.

The blood splattered on the frog's body burned into black spots that looked like sulfuric acid corrosion. More and more frog corpses were spread on the ground, which temporarily blocked the spread of the blood pool.

A steady stream of blood gushed out from the corpse on the iron bed, but it gradually couldn't keep up with the frog's appearance, showing a posture of being absorbed and dried up.

The tentacles of blood trembled and detoured to both sides, trying to touch Qiss who was tied to the chair from other directions, but all paths leading to Qiss were blocked by frogs.

Finally, the first batch of frogs crossed the blockade of blood and jumped on Qiss.

They screamed angrily, biting Qisi's skin, flesh and clothes just like they did to Lu Zimo on the first day.

Most of Zeiss's body was covered by a straitjacket, and a small electric current would flow through the rare exposed skin every two seconds.

An electric shock that is not fatal to the human body is a disaster for frogs. A large number of frogs were burned to death by the electric shock before they could cause wounds on Qisi's body.

The mucus on the frog's body scratched Qis's body, bringing a slippery and disgusting touch.

The scorched smell of burnt meat lingered in the nose, mixing with the smell of mud, blood, putrefaction, and water vapor to form a thick, disgusting smell.

Qiss tried hard to clear his mind and not pay attention to the disgusting things on his body that drove the germophobe crazy, but in this situation, all the things rising from the bottom of the hall of thinking were worse memories.

It was a suffocating feeling of being forcibly pressed into a small ball, pushed into a smaller hole, and tightly wrapped. Death was right in front of you, but out of reach. You could only continue to struggle in the abyss of survival... …

The still-living frogs engulfed Zeiss like a tidal wave, diligently tearing at his straitjacket.

As soon as the frog that bit through the straitjacket came into contact with human skin, electricity was continuously drilled through its meridians, and it became one of the frog corpses that was scorched by electricity.

The remaining frogs were still concentrating on tearing at the restraints on Qisi's body, and it was only a matter of time before they were electrocuted.

As an amphibian, frogs are not very intelligent, and because they are part of the weirdness, they will only follow the inherent mechanism and repeat the established process.

Soon, all the straitjackets and belt buckles on Ziss were removed, but the frogs were still repeating the process of jumping on Ziss, touching his skin, and being electrocuted to death.

Qisi thought, and the cursed pendulum perched on his wrist flew out again. This time, he picked up a towel and covered the blue frog's eyes.

As if a switch had been turned off, the overwhelming group of green frogs stopped moving forward, and the hundreds of frogs that had jumped on Qiss also stopped moving as if they had been cast a immobilization spell.

A second later, all the frogs turned around and jumped away in all directions, disappearing into the shadows from the direction they came from.

The cursed pendulum returned to Qisi's wrist, and the young man stood up from the chair and shook off the burnt frogs all over his body.

The iron bed in front of me was still flowing with blood, but after the frogs' troubles, the flow of blood slowed down a lot. As if they were afraid of being damaged, they tentatively stretched out their tentacles and slowly spread.

Chiss put his backpack back into the toolbar, turned his back to the listless pool of blood on the ground, and walked away from the iron bed.

On the originally smooth wall, a doorway appeared at some point. It was the same gray and black color as the wall. It was impossible to spot it without looking carefully.

Qisi held the destiny pocket watch, walked over step by step, and stepped into the door.

…

In Ward No. 404, Sun Dekuan used a knife to cut off all the paper chains on Lu Zimo's body.

Lu Zimo regained his freedom and smiled gratefully at Sun Dekuan: "Thank you, Brother Sun. After the copy is released, I will work hard to repay you."

This is just talk, not many people will really believe it.

Sun Dekuan laughed and said, "Xiao Lu, I'm just messing around and not asking for much. Just don't treat me like you did your sister..."

"Don't dare, Brother Sun, you know so much information about me. If I do anything to you, you can hang up on me in the forum after you leave the dungeon."

Lu Zimo got off the hospital bed, stretched his limbs, and moved his muscles, making a crisp sound.

He glanced in the direction of the door and changed the topic: "Brother Sun, after the six o'clock update, we must rush to the operating area immediately. The sooner the better."

"Ah? Why?"

"Cheng An may not be dead." Lu Zimo said calmly, "With his intelligence and level of suspicion, after being separated from you, he will definitely doubt the possibility of you being instigated by me. There is a high probability that he will not return to the ward."

"You also said that he knows some clues better than you, and those clues are likely to be the key to TE clearance. Whether he chooses to use the copy mechanism to deal with us, or leaves us alone to pass TE, we will be passive."

"To be on the safe side, we must snipe him in the refresh point as soon as possible."

Sun Dekuan has long accepted Lu Zimo's "Cheng An's harmful theory". Compared with risking his own safety, it is obviously easier to kill others.

He nodded, scratched his head again, and asked: "There are so many operating rooms, how do we know where Cheng An is? ...No, how do you know he is in the operating area?"

"Ask the nurse." Lu Zimo turned his head and looked at Sun Dekuan. There was a hint of looking at a fool in his always wet eyes, "You all went out to explore during the day yesterday. Of course I won't stay here stupidly. In the ward.”

Sun Dekuan remembered that the day before, Lu Zimo looked frightened by the failure rate and was half-dead. He was crying and was comforted by Huang Xiaofei for a long time before he calmed down.

It was precisely because he showed absolute weakness that the players, out of humanitarianism, did not drag him to take risks outside.

Now it seems that all his casual behavior in the past few days was just an act. The purpose was not only to confuse Huang Xiaofei, but also to secretly investigate Cheng An.

‘He has arranged everything clearly for Huang Xiaofei and Cheng An, will he still miss me? ’

Sun Dekuan suddenly came up with such an idea, and a chill ran down his back.

…

The biting chill quickly dissipated after stepping through the door, and soft light splashed down in front of my eyes, spreading to the entire world.

Ziss found himself standing in a small room, with a purple desk in the center and a replica of the Pietà.

The documents on the table were piled neatly, which was completely different from the messy scene in the office I went to before. It was undoubtedly more in line with the style of the normal dean's office.

"Is this the real dean's office?"

Chiss smiled and walked to the desk.

In the middle is a crumpled notebook. Most of the pages are stuck together with slime and can only be opened from the middle.

All the legible handwriting pieced together two short paragraphs:

[I need corpses, I need the corpses of women who died during childbirth, sacrifice them to (data deleted), and He will come to the world...]

[(DATA EXPUNGED) Your Excellency told me that as long as they eat tadpoles, they will be cursed by the frog and bleed to death on the operating table...]

[I set the reincarnation time to one day, so that no matter how strange the rules I set and how much suspicion they arouse, it will not have much impact...]

Key puzzle pieces fill in the gaps in reasoning and clearly answer three questions.

Qisi smiled and sighed: "Sure enough, the female corpses with numbers starting with S in the morgue are materials for the ritual. The numbers are to temporarily distinguish them from other corpses for easy access in the future."

"Some patients didn't know about the distribution of tadpole soup, and some nurses didn't know that tadpoles were being distributed to patients as medicine, just because the news didn't have time to spread widely in just one day."

At this point, Qisi suddenly raised his face and said to the being in the void with a half-smile: "Also, Comrade Cheng An, Wang Ying's death on the operating table has nothing to do with you. It was the dean who secretly did something for his own selfish desires - "

He lowered his voice and smiled jokingly: "Are you satisfied with this result?"

Inspiration captured a "click" sound, as if some barrier was broken.

At the same time, Qiss heard a cold electronic sound ringing in his ears.

[You know that the patient's death was not due to your fault, and you finally untie the knot in your heart and cure the "sickness" in your body]

[The current task "Cure the disease" has been completed]

"Is he so idealistic?" Qisi shook his head, his face no longer showing the joy of taking matters into consideration.

He looked at his destiny pocket watch and saw that it was already half past five.

In another half hour, the world will undergo a refresh, and he will wake up in an abandoned operating room just like he did on the first day after entering the dungeon.

"Lu Zimo knows my refresh point, well, it's a bit troublesome."

Chase's eyes wandered along the walls of the office.

Theoretically, in order to ensure that the pregnant women he killed would not be refreshed together, the dean would definitely design a place where the refresh mechanism could be circumvented.

…

At six o'clock in the evening, Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan ran all the way to the operating area and pushed open the door of the abandoned operating room.

The operating bed where a person should have been lying was empty, without any trace of human presence.

They turned around and went out, and a nurse with blood stains on her body came towards them. She looked anxious: "Have you seen Dr. Cheng? He's gone!"

"No!"

Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan shook their heads simultaneously.

After the nurse left, they looked at each other and saw relief in each other's eyes.

——It seems that Cheng An is dead, so there is no need for them to do it themselves.

At six o'clock tomorrow morning, this guy will probably appear in the ward unconsciously like a puppet together with Huang Xiaofei and Blue Frog. (End of chapter)