Infinite weird games

Qisi didn't try to climb out of the house through the window after all.

The reason was simple. The old man's body was still stained with blood, and the bones below were still hanging with half-rotten meat strips. It was too dirty. And there seemed to be no place to take a shower in the house.

Qisi and Lin Chen took advantage of the abundant light in the morning to search the room from inside to outside, but found no new clues, and had no way to fill in the incomplete text in the letter.

"Baiyang River has fallen, and the soldiers and civilians gathered in Yanghua Town to resist the invasion of foreign races..."

Lin Chen had memorized the contents of the letter. He frowned in distress and muttered: "The place name 'Baiyang River' sounds so familiar. I must have seen the corresponding information in reality. Why can't I remember it suddenly?"

As the only place name that appeared in the letter, the three words "Baiyang River" were not unfamiliar to Qisi.

This is probably a real place in reality, and this copy is probably also related to reality.

However, Qi Si, who never deliberately collected information or memorized knowledge points, could not remember the allusion of Baiyang River at all.

When Lin Chen looked at him for help, he said calmly: "If you can't remember it, it means that this information is not important, at least it is not the key to pass this dungeon.

"The weird game mainly tests the player's talent in force and intelligence, and although the amount of information is a parameter for calculating intelligence, it does not play a decisive role, on the contrary, it may provide erroneous interference.

"Just as it is impossible to determine that farmers are stupider than students because they cannot solve math problems, fair games will not set up dilemmas that cannot be solved without knowing a certain knowledge point."

Lin Chen nodded in a puzzled way, and finally gave up continuing to entangle the true meaning of the letter.

Qi Si sat by the bedside table, took out a pen and paper from his backpack, and wrote down the speculations about the dungeon mechanism that had been discussed before.

When the hour hand of the fate pocket watch passed the Roman "seven", there was finally movement outside the door.

First, there was the sound of cloth shoes stepping on the loose steps, "rustling" and "creaking" alternately for a while, before landing on the solid ground.

Then, the "clacking" sound of footsteps on the wooden board came closer and closer, and stopped in front of the door of the room on the left.

"Swish", it was the sound of unlocking the chain.

The door of Luo Haihua and his wife was opened.

The footsteps continued, stopped in front of the middle wooden door, and the chain was unlocked in the same way.

Qi Si stood at the door when he heard the footsteps, and saw the figure holding the key chain at a glance.

It was a white-haired old lady, with wrinkled skin drooping down, like a layer of gauze hanging down, which would flutter in the wind.

She wore a sloppy bamboo hat and a black robe, hunched over, and her legs trembled under the heavy burden, causing the key chain to swing in her hand, making a crisp "lingling" sound.

Qi Si looked at the obviously human-shaped shadow behind the little old lady, and asked with a smile: "Auntie, where is the old man who brought us to the residence yesterday? He said he would take care of our food and accommodation, why didn't he come this morning?"

Hearing this, the little old lady slowly turned her face to Qi Si and said in a hoarse voice: "Young man, I have always been in charge of this residence. I also brought you all the way here and assigned you rooms last night. Have you forgotten?"

Her attitude was sincere, and her confusion did not seem fake.

Qis raised his eyelids and looked into her eyes, smiling apologetically: "I'm sorry, maybe I was confused because I was sleepy and confused with what I dreamed.

"It's just... I seem to have met a talkative old man in this area, about the same height as you, and dressed like you."

He gestured with his hands in a pretentious manner, and said: "One of my companions accidentally bumped into him last night, and he fell down. It was too late at that time, and we left in a hurry, so we didn't pay close attention to his situation... I don't know if the old man went back later, or if he was in trouble. "

The little old lady listened with her ears tilted, nodding her head, as if she was dozing off.

After hearing the last sentence, she shook her head: "This area is under my control. Only outsiders are allowed to stay here, and no one else is allowed to come in. I haven't seen anyone else wearing my clothes. This outfit can only be worn by one living person."

The unreasonable rules were said by the little old lady in a matter-of-fact tone, adding a bit of weirdness.

Lin Chen listened for a while and couldn't help asking: "Auntie, why are other people not allowed to come to this area? Also, what's so special about this outfit, why is it only allowed to be worn by one person?"

The little old lady turned to him and said with a smile: "Young man, you don't know, if everyone gathers here, how can we tell who is the ghost and who is the human?

"In our town, a set of clothes is a trade. I am the only one who manages the mansion. I am the only one who manages this trade."

She looked very patient and willing to solve the players' questions. From any angle, she was a hospitable old human lady.

——It seems that she is an NPC who can provide a lot of information. We must make full use of her.

"Auntie, there is one more thing I don't know if I should bother you with... This thing is really too weird." Qi Si said hesitantly, stepped back a few steps, and made room for the window.

The sun rose higher than before, and the light and shadow from the window into the house shortened to the foot of the bed by the window, shining like a grid spit out of paint.

The old lady saw that Qi Si and Lin Chen were looking in the same direction, and she took a step forward a little slowly, stretching her head to look into the house: "Young man, what happened? Is there something wrong with our mansion?"

Qisi pointed to the window: "As soon as night fell last night, there was a lot of noise outside the window, and there was a 'dong dong' sound of knocking on the window, as if countless people gathered at the window and wanted to rush in.

"I originally wanted to keep vigil, but as soon as midnight came, I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up this morning, I found several holes in the windows."

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "Besides, I always feel that there are many people looking at me outside the window... Do you think those ghosts hiding in the town are hiding behind the mansion and staring at us foreigners? "

"This is no small matter! Let me see what's going on." The little old lady looked solemn and walked into the room tremblingly on crutches.

She stood in front of the window, holding on to the window sill and looking down.

A pile of corpses half a story high was right in front of us, as white and miserable as a mountain of sand.

The body of the old man wearing a bamboo hat and black clothes was lying on the top, like an embellishment on the top of the mountain, only an arm's length away from the old lady.

The little old lady raised her eyes and looked around for a long time. Her expression was not too troubled, but full of confusion.

She turned her head left and right, slowly straightened her back, and muttered: "No, there is nothing outside... There are beautiful mountains, beautiful bamboo forests, and no one can be seen. Could it be that they have all retreated?"

Qisi glanced sideways at the old lady's eyes, which were filled with turbid emptiness and no focus.

It seemed like she really didn't see anything.

In other words, the scene she saw was different from what the players saw.

What is going on with those piles of corpses outside?

Is it just the old lady who can't see it, or all NPCs?

The notes in "The Record of the Netherworld" popped up in Qisi's mind——

[Those who are not seen are called barbarians; those who are heard but are not known are called Xi]

【Colorless is called Yi, silent is called Xi】

Those who cannot see the form are "Yi", but why can't the NPC see it but the players can?

Is there a problem with the pile of corpses, a problem with the NPC, or a problem with the players?

Qisi asked: "Mom, can you tell me what you saw?"

"I saw the bamboo forest..." The little old lady suddenly stopped talking and said in a sharp voice, "Can't you see what it's like outside? Only the ghosts see something different from us..."

"You are overthinking." Qisi interrupted with a smile, "We can see that there are not only bamboo forests outside, but also mountains."

The old lady glanced at Qisi, still not convinced.

She muttered, turned around, walked out of Qi Si and Lin Chen's room, and walked towards Tang Yu and Qiu Xin's room.

After searching the room, there wasn't much left. Qisi and Lin Chen silently followed her out of the room.

Qisi went straight to the room on the left of Mr. and Mrs. Luo Haihua.

He noticed that during the period when he was communicating with the old lady, there was no movement from Luo Haihua and his wife, so it was probably more serious than bad.

Regarding the death of these two people, Qiss did not feel any sentimentality. Instead, he was curious about the way and appearance of their death, wondering if there was anything new.

Of course, what he cares more about is whether there will be any valuable clues left in the room between the two of them, such as letters pointing to the world view.

The room on the left was eerily quiet, even the smell and color were so dull that it seemed like it was covered with a layer of mist, as if nothing had ever existed.

Ziss walked into the house and saw no body or anyone.

The two big living people seemed to have evaporated out of thin air without a trace.

There were only two beds piled with messy bedding and two lanterns dumped at the foot of the bed to prove that someone had lived here.

Zeiss went straight to the bedside table, pulled out a piece of yellowed letter paper from under the base, and started reading.

Lin Chen followed Qisi into the house like a ghost behind him, curiously leaned over and read out the words above:

[If this city falls, the family and country will be lost, and all your children and property will be slaves and money...]

[There are many diligent kings in the southeast. After the king’s master has passed, there may be a breath left. We must cut down fuel and collect firewood, burn down palaces and destroy palaces. Pearls, jade and golden cauldrons will turn into ashes and cannot be used by enemies. 】

He habitually concluded: "This letter and the letter in our room are successively related. After they retreated to Yanghua Town, even Yanghua Town could no longer defend it. In order to prevent the invaders from obtaining supplies, they planned to Burn down Yanghua Town..."

As Lin Chen narrated, an inexplicable feeling of grief, indignation and sadness seeped into his flesh from the point where his fingertips came into contact with the letter paper. The black letter on the white paper was dotted with spots of blood at one moment, and then dispersed into clouds of smoke in an instant.

Qisi handed the letter to Lin Chen, sat down by the window, opened the drawer of the bedside table, reached inside and touched a handful of ashes.

I don't know if it was a revolving lantern or a death replay, but before his eyes appeared the phantom of Luo Jianhua hugging Luo Haihua tightly after the lantern fell over, the flames spreading along the sheets, and the thick smoke billowing.

Accompanied by the smell of smoke and burnt food, cries of fear, and the sound of things being torn apart...

The hallucination only appeared for a moment and then disappeared, unable to be captured.

However, Qisi somehow knew that it was an image from the past of Yanghua Town.

This undoubtedly corresponds to another part of the worldview. I don’t know how it is related to the "ghost", but it is very troublesome just looking at it.

Qisi withdrew his hand from the drawer, took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingertips clean. He looked at Lin Chen and said calmly: "There was a fire here last night. It should have been caused by Luo Haihua and his wife not being able to stop it in time when the lantern fell over. "

"Ah? A fire?" Lin Chen looked around and asked, "This room is clean and the furnishings are not damaged. It doesn't look like there was a fire."

"Who knows?" Qi Si picked up the lantern on the ground and said with a sigh, "If you are really curious about what happened, maybe we can try to leave the lantern alone tonight and let it fall to the ground to see what the consequences will be."

Lin Chen: Not curious at all, thank you.

He hesitated for two seconds and asked hesitantly: "Brother Qi, where are Teacher Luo and the others? Did they go out through the window?"

Disappearing at night in the copy is basically equivalent to a death sentence. But Lin Chen still didn't want to believe the biggest possibility.

Although Luo Haihua and his wife had just known him for a day, they looked like good people. He didn't want such people to die so casually.

"Maybe." Qi Si didn't intend to burst Lin Chen's beautiful fantasy, "If you can't see the body, everything is inconclusive. Maybe it just entered another space."

He said a word of comfort, staring at the lantern in his hand, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Generally speaking, a copy with a total of only seven people is unlikely to have a large number of deaths on the first night.

It is also impossible to take two people away at the same time in the same room and the same death point.

This is too wasteful and uneconomical, and it does not conform to the general rules of game design.

Moreover, judging from Qi Si's experience last night, the speed at which the lantern fell was not that fast, and a normal person could react and hold it up before the situation became irreversible.

Although Luo Haihua and his wife were not young, as veteran players, it was impossible for them not to have such a reaction speed.

At the very least, they should have life-saving props, even if they were consumables with harsh conditions.

In any case, these two people should not have died inexplicably on the first night together, and died silently...

On the other side, the old lady opened the door of Tang Yu and Qiu Xin's room and said something unknown.

Soon, Tang Yu's clear voice rang out in the corridor: "Auntie, I really didn't kill her. She disappeared when I woke up in the morning. Believe me!"

The old lady smiled and said, "I believe it. When a ghost harms someone, there will be blood. You don't smell of blood. You didn't harm anyone."

"Thank you, Auntie..."

"But your companion must have left through the window. You opened the window at night, and you don't know if a ghost has entered the house..."

"What does this have to do with me? I'm still standing here, and I'm not dead..."

"Who knows whether you are a human or a ghost now? You have to come back to me tonight and be locked up for another day."

"Damn it!"

Qis heard the conversation between one person and one NPC clearly, and his lowered eyelids covered the darkness in his eyes.

The candidate for the ghost has been settled, which is good. (End of this chapter)