Infinite weird games

[The soul contract has been signed. This contract is guaranteed by the rules of the world and cannot be violated by any existence]

At the Blue Frog Hospital, Keith stood in the thick fog with scarce light, and the gray shadow made him look like a ghost in the forest.

In other words, he should have been a ghost.

The color of the system interface is getting darker and darker, showing the blackness of burnt paper, with a layer of strange red light glowing on the edge, and blood-like threads crawling towards the inside.

The bloody text was refreshed in patches on the black background, and the same information was repeated tens of millions of times, almost filling the entire field of view.

[Name: Soul Contract]

[Remarks: Each copy can only be used three times. After the limit is exceeded, the player will be transformed into a ghost]

[Number of times used: 4/3]

Although the hospital world has a refresh mechanism, it does not reset the number of contracts signed with other players.

Qisi first signed a contract with Huang Xiaofei, then Lu Zimo, then Cheng Xiaoyu...

Signing a [Soul Contract] with Lin Chen is the fourth time in this dungeon.

He was gambling with his life.

No, this no longer belongs to the category of gambling on life, but knowing that things will develop in a bad direction, but still insisting on going your own way with a certain madness like a gambler.

Just because things have reached a certain point, the benefits brought by taking risks are high, and retreating will make all efforts in vain.

Just because a wave of inertia pushed him to the multiple-choice question, and he clearly knew which option had the best effect.

Just because for him, the price is not unacceptable, but it can extend a new path...

When the count on the system interface exceeds the limit, it flashes like a malfunctioning electrical appliance. Sharp burrs symbolizing poor signals grow at the end of the strokes, which frequently change in length.

A blood-colored mask spreads in front of the eyes, and everything in sight is coated with a layer of water-red exposure, which is so dazzling that it feels like insomnia caused by looking directly at the sun.

A series of mixed noises reverberated at the bottom of my mind. At first, they were vague and gentle as if they were talking in sleep, but they became clearly audible as they repeated again and again.

"You are not a human being..." The sinister voice was trembling.

"You can't be a grown-up!" A sharp, high-pitched voice gloated.

"You are a ghost... a monster!" A fearful voice pronounced.

Qisi felt that his thoughts were being broken up and reorganized. In the process, something was pulled out and something new was mixed in.

Some crazy, irrational, bloodthirsty, cruel, indifferent, inhuman realm, small fragments are mixed into the originally integrated personality, dividing the behavioral logic into pieces.

The body temperature continued to drop, and the mist formed by water droplets floated around the body, turning into tiny light blue ice crystals and slowly settling, like a light snowfall mixed with rain.

The spirit and flesh seemed to have been dismantled from beginning to end. Every molecule was washed clean in clean water, and then the remaining sewage was poured over with even coloring.

During the entire process, Ziss did not feel any pain or discomfort. Touch, pain, smell, and vision were all melted into a pot of porridge, soaking and wrapping him softly.

After an unknown amount of time, everything was over, and the blood-colored barrier blocking vision and thinking collapsed. The system interface stopped refreshing text, and the remaining warnings faded to normal silver, except for the background color, which was as dark as night.

Except for the panel of the weird game, the color of the world in front of me is much dimmer than before. The whiteness turned into light gray, and the blood stains turned into light pink. It was like a canvas that had been manually reduced in transparency, and a gray-white fog was painted on the surface of the bright scenery.

"Is this the world in the eyes of ghosts?" Qisi touched his face, but his cold fingers couldn't feel the change in temperature.

There seems to be no significant negative effects after becoming a ghost, except for a lower body temperature and a reduced ability to distinguish colors.

He suddenly returned to the late stage of the copy of "Double Happiness Town" and once again possessed the power of a ghost.

He just didn't know if he could leave the instance normally after clearing the level in his current state - this was what he was really betting on.

However, based on Zhang Yiyu's experience, leaving the dungeon should not be a problem. What needs to be worried about is the pursuit and containment by the Weird Investigation Bureau.

Of course, with the arrangements Qisi made in reality, the Weird Investigation Bureau really had nothing to do with him.

Taking the risk of sacrificing a large number of innocent people to contain a ghost that doesn't seem to be a high threat is a bad deal, isn't it?

There was no need to think too much in a short period of time. Qisi took the crumpled [Book of the Dead] back to the toolbar and turned off the effect of pretending to be undead - it is better to use this kind of negative props sparingly.

Well, now that he is a real ghost, there is no need to use props to disguise him, it is simple and convenient.

Qis suddenly felt like laughing, but couldn't explain why.

The fear of the unknown that should have surfaced seemed to be replaced by various weird emotions. He seemed to have returned to the time when he couldn't understand the mechanism of emotions many years ago.

But that's not important.

Emotions, personality, dreams, ideas, these things outside of survival can all be discarded in the face of absolute interests, and flaunting their nobility is just to sell them at a higher price.

Qisi raised his left hand and looked at the time. It was half past five in the morning.

He walked leisurely towards the ward area along the route he remembered.

…

At six o'clock in the morning, in Ward 404, Sun Dekuan and Lu Zimo were woken up by the wake-up bell on time.

After establishing the goal of cooperation, the two gathered their respective props.

Because Lu Zimo has been squeezed by Huang Xiaofei for a long time, his prop reserve can be called "horrible".

Apart from a flashlight and a paper chain, there was only a rusty bronze compass.

[Name: Ghost Compass]

[Type: props]

[Effect: The pointer will always point to the most dangerous ghost in the space]

[Remarks: Fa Mound and Dou Dou, a must-have at home]

Although Sun Dekuan has not cleared a few dungeons, his props are much better than him.

There is no shortage of small tools such as Swiss Army knives and matches, and there are also two special props.

[Name: Bloody Kitchen Knife]

[Type: props]

[Effect: Turn any food into edible meat]

[Note: Its previous owner was a meat lover. In order to eat pollution-free and pollution-free meat, he made this kitchen knife through occult methods]

…

[Name: Left hand of unknown creature]

[Type: props]

[Effect: After merging with the player's body, some unknown changes may occur]

[Remarks: (data deleted)]

Last night, after comparing his own and Lu Zimo's props, Sun Dekuan felt a little relieved, just a little.

Judging from the paper data, Lu Zimo could not beat him, but who knew whether the other party was lying?

Skepticism is contagious. Sun Dekuan felt that he was almost suffering from persecution paranoia after spending the past few days with these two old yinbi, Qi Si and Lu Zimo.

The early morning white light passed through the window lattice, illuminating the white ward.

Lu Zimo's ghost pointing compass was placed generously on the low table, and Sun Dekuan's two props were stored in the prop column.

The corridor outside the door came to life in a few seconds, and the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps and the sound of the moving wheels of the dining car.

"Cherish food and avoid waste. Breakfast must be eaten!"

"Eat a good breakfast, respond to policies, and listen to the radio in time!"

The same shouts as the previous few days came as expected, and the knocks on the door came from the doorway in the distance one after another, becoming more and more clear and distinct.

"Dong dong dong!"

There was a rapid knocking on the door.

Lu Zimo climbed out of bed, walked over quickly, opened the door, and took two bowls of tadpole soup from the nurse.

At the beginning, the nurse sent four bowls of tadpole soup; after Huang Xiaofei's death, she only sent three bowls.

Judging from the numerical analogy, there are indeed only two players left alive at Blue Frog Hospital.

Lu Zimo handed a bowl of soup to Sun Dekuan, took another bowl of soup to the window sill, and poured out all the soup.

Sure enough, I didn't hear any hint of an increase in failure rate.

He curled the corners of his lips without leaving any trace, and his ears keenly picked up the sound of familiar footsteps.

He knew that the replica of "Huang Xiaofei" was here.

The slender black-clothed ghost walked straight into the ward from outside the door. The beautiful woman's eyes were empty, and she lay on the bed like a programmed machine, looking at the white eyes with wide open black eyes. ceiling.

The compass pointer on the low table suddenly started to rotate rapidly. It rotated for half a minute before slowly stopping and pointing to "Huang Xiaofei" on the hospital bed.

It seems that the nature of this "Huang Xiaofei" is that of a ghost.

Not long after, there was another burst of footsteps.

The young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers walked straight towards him at the same pace as "Huang Xiaofei".

His pale face, scarlet eyes, and the cold fog that condensed on his body all combined to make him even more ghost-like than "Huang Xiaofei."

"Cheng An."

Lu Zimo calmly read the name of the uninvited guest.

He didn't meet Qisi in the operating room last night, and he heard the news about "Cheng An missing" from the nurse, and he had already determined in his mind that the young man named "Cheng An" died in the dean's office.

He also expected that the other party returned to the ward in a replica form under the refresh mechanism of the copy.

Even so, Lu Zimo still had some doubts.

He looked at Sun Dekuan, and was about to ask the latter to take out a kitchen knife and cut the young man's neck once more, but he saw the fat man who had failed to achieve anything but failed to do anything, staring straight at the compass with a look of surprise and suspicion in his eyes.

"Xiao Lu, you... look at the compass turning like this, what's going on?"

Lu Zimo moved his eyes and saw that the pointer of the ghost compass was turning rapidly again, this time much faster than last time, turning into a palm-colored afterimage.

"There is no other reason. It just means that the person who came in is also a ghost." Lu Zimo said lightly, "The good thing about my prop is that I can make real-time judgments, so I am not afraid of something slipping through the net."

"Hey, I'll go, that sounds good!"

As the two talked, the afterimage settled down, and the rusty pointer pointed at the young man who arrived later, still.

The props are unmistakable. It seems that "Cheng An" died as expected and became a ghost. For some reason, he is even more dangerous than Huang Xiaofei.

It’s better not to take the initiative to provoke such a being.

Lu Zimo gave up the idea of ​​letting Sun Dekuan try his hand with a knife, and quietly and obediently stood aside, paying attention to the young man.

The young man didn't seem to notice the collusion between the two humans at all. He walked towards the bed by the window expressionlessly and passed by Lu Zimo.

For a moment, Lu Zimo felt a hallucinatory cold wind blowing against his ears like a knife.

No, that's not an illusion!

Lu Zimo saw a scarlet pendulum pop out from the young man's cuff, dragging the black chain and flying towards him.

He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and the sharp pendulum passed through his palm, causing cold and numb pain.

From the corner of his eye, he saw "Huang Xiaofei" reaching out to him in the distance, as if she wanted to block him from attacks like she had done countless times in the past.

But it was too late.

Most of the ghosts without consciousness are dull, not to mention that they have no growth.

The cursed pendulum sank straight into Lu Zimo's heart, carrying a long line of blood across the void, and hit the gray-white wall behind him, making a soft "click" sound.

Lu Zimo's body fell backwards, just sitting in the corner where there was a pool of blood.

Until his death, he never figured out why Chiss, who had turned into a ghost, suddenly attacked him.

Sun Dekuan didn't realize what happened until the moment Lu Zimo fell. He rolled out of bed, raised his kitchen knife and rushed towards Qisi.

The collusion between him and Lu Zimo is obvious, Qisi will not let him go...if you have a chance, you have a chance to survive!

However, after seeing the young man's calm expression and his temperament that was obviously not that of a living person, he did not dare to slash the knife down. Instead, his legs went limp and he sat on the ground.

"Cheng...Brother Cheng, I'm sorry for you! I was just confused for a moment and was deceived by that boy! You...you sir have a lot, don't be the same as me!"

The scenes with Qisi in the past few days were vivid in his mind. Sun Dekuan did not think that he could defeat him in a one-on-one situation. Instead, he might anger this madman and be brutally tortured to death by him.

If Lu Zimo was still alive, and if the two of them hadn't let down their guard, they could have joined forces to subdue him. Unfortunately, without the if, Lu Zimo was instantly killed with one blow, how could he still be fooling around?

The situation is changing rapidly, and he has lost his only chance. It is better to say something nice, at least he can die happily, and maybe he can still live...

Qisi had already predicted Sun Dekuan's psychology, so he silently stepped back and sighed: "You get up first and be quiet, or I will chop you up and stuff you into a bucket."

Sun Dekuan heard the subtext that Qisi didn't want to kill him immediately, so he rolled and crawled into a corner for fear of being an eyesore.

Qisi walked out of the door leisurely, bent down to pick up a bowl of tadpole soup placed at the door, returned to the window, and poured out all the soup inside.

Half an hour ago, he came to the corridor in advance, blocked the meal-preparing nurse at the intersection, and took away a bowl of soup that was about to be sent to Ward 404.

The character "Cheng An" he played was very popular, and it was reasonable for him to take away his breakfast in advance. The nurse agreed without saying anything.

Because of this, Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan only received two bowls of tadpole soup, and due to the inertial thinking they developed yesterday, they thought there were only two players alive in this world.

Zeiss put down the empty bowl and walked to the corner where the blue frog crouched.

After refreshing at six o'clock in the morning, his backpack containing the blue frog was empty as expected, and he had to return to the ward to find this useful blue frog.

The frog had bulging red eyes and a white belly, glaring fiercely at the black-haired young man.

Qisi quickly wrapped it in a towel and stuffed it into his backpack.

After doing everything well, he finally gave up suppressing himself and coughed lightly.

When Sun Dekuan rushed towards him just now, beads of sweat were thrown into his trachea, causing burning pain in an instant, and it is still burning and uncomfortable now.

From this, he learned another negative effect of becoming a ghost:

The touch of any living person will hurt him, and any living body fluids are poison to him. (End of chapter)