Infinite weird games

(I didn’t finish writing today, hehehe)

(For the sake of perfect attendance, I can only continue to use scrapped stamps to top up the number. Let’s just treat this as an anti-theft stamp.)

(As usual, I will replace it with the text tomorrow, maybe wait until the evening?)

(I try to bring something new every time/move my eyes)

(For the sake of my hard work in writing a copy, ahem, please don’t scold me)

Chen Jian felt that the driver who came to pick him up was a little strange.

He looks like he is in his early twenties, wearing a white coat and a pair of flat-rimmed glasses, and has a rather bookish appearance.

No matter how you look at it, you should appear in the laboratory of the institute rather than driving a taxi full of smoke and parking at the entrance of the university campus.

"You looked at me for the eighth time in fifteen minutes, and the longest gaze lasted fourteen seconds." The driver spoke, his voice was very calm, and his eyes did not shift at all, "Do you have anything to ask me? ?”

"No...no." Chen Jian swallowed and subconsciously grabbed the handle on the inside of the door with his hand, wondering whether to jump out of the car at the next traffic light intersection.

If it were normal times, he wouldn't be so suspicious, but this time is different from the past.

Half an hour ago, at six o'clock in the evening, he was playing games in his dormitory when his computer screen suddenly went black, and then a line of red writing popped up:

【Do you want to be a god? 】

【Yes or No】

Chen Jian had watched "Infinite Horror" and his first reaction was that some boring book fan was suffering from a secondary disease and learned some hacking skills to prank others.

But then, the line of text was copied crazily, covering Chen Jian's entire field of vision like a seal in a few seconds.

Not only the computer screen, but also the desktop, wardrobe, ceiling, everywhere is occupied by the same question——

【Do you want to be a god? 】

【You want to be a god...】

【Do you want...】

At this point, Chen Jian finally realized that he had encountered a supernatural event.

Relying on his many years of experience in reading online articles, he maintained his precarious calm and moved the mouse to [No].

However, the next second, Chen Jian found that his limbs were no longer under control. He held the mouse tightly with his right hand and slowly moved the cursor to [Yes].

"No...I don't want to!" He had a bad guess and struggled violently, but his right hand firmly clicked.

【Do you want to be a god? 】

【Yes】

New text refreshed like crazy, filling the screen:

[Congratulations on qualifying for the game and being selected as a player in the Gods Game]

[After the game starts, your world will undergo earth-shaking changes]

[There is only one winner in this game, the winner becomes a god, the loser dies]

Chen Jian found that his phone lit up, and a new software appeared on it. The icon was an "∞" symbol.

The software automatically opened, and the black words "Current Surviving Players" appeared on the white panel. The numbers below were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally settled at "10,000".

[All players have been summoned and tasks are being distributed]

[Your mission: arrive at No. 101 Liming Road to report on time before 20:00 on July 17, 2035]

[Penalty for failure: death]

July 17th is today.

Time is running out.

Chen Jian, who has read dozens of infinite novels, knows the cruelty of the Lord God and does not want to risk the consequences of being late.

So he called a taxi and got in it anxiously.

…

The taxi drove all the way out of the suburbs, passing through the industrial area that was spewing white smoke, running over broken bricks and stones, and stumbling to a stop in front of an abandoned factory.

A pitch-black night enveloped the land, and dim lights were scattered in the distance, unable to illuminate the road ahead.

The time displayed on the phone was 19:50, and Baidu Map showed that he had arrived at his destination. Chen Jian was about to pay when he saw the driver get off the driver's seat, walk around from the front of the car to the passenger seat, and pull open the door.

"Li Mo, I'm a player like you." The driver took out a smartphone with a broken screen from his pocket, opened an interface, and held it up in front of Chen Jian, "My mission is to pick you up and take you to Liming Road. No. 101.

The phone interface was clearly written with black characters on a white background. Chen Jian breathed a sigh of relief, but more doubts arose in his mind.

Li Mo took advantage of the situation and turned on the flashlight that came with his phone, using the white light to illuminate it and walked to the trunk of the car.

Chen Jian asked from behind: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" It made me worried for so long...

"No need, you are already in my car, and you don't have the guts to jump out of the car." Li Mo's voice was calm, and Chen Jian saw him dragging something out of the trunk of the car.

"What about now? Why did you tell me again?" Chen Jian also got out of the car and stepped on a broken iron sheet with a crisp sound.

He turned on the flashlight of his cell phone and looked forward, finally seeing clearly what Li Mo was dragging in his hand.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt, with gray hair and dark skin. He was a type that would be unrecognizable in a crowd. At this moment, his eyes were closed and he was unconscious.

Chen Jian opened his mouth wide, almost ready to scream, and then heard Li Mo say calmly: "He is still alive, but he was knocked unconscious by me. He was the original driver, and he happened to receive your order. I will guide you on the mission." I have to do this.”

"I'm telling you everything now to gain your trust. I think the mission requires me to pick you up, so that we can reach a cooperative relationship. I don't want you and me to suffer internal losses due to groundless suspicion."

The words were clear and logical. Chen Jian nodded a little awkwardly, not knowing what to say to this "teammate" who was a little too calm.

He approached carefully and probed the driver's breath with his fingers. He was relieved to make sure that he was still alive.

Li Mo waited for him to step away, carried the driver on his shoulders, and walked towards the abandoned factory step by step.

Chen Jian followed a few steps and couldn't help asking: "Why are you taking him with you?"

"To prevent him from exposing our location after waking up." Li Mo kept walking, "If the police knew we were players, it would be very troublesome."

"Why? For things like this, it's better to have the police intervene than for us to fight alone, right? It doesn't say that we can't tell others..." Chen Jian felt that he had become a problem baby, but if he didn't ask some things clearly, he would always be in a state of anxiety.

He even felt a little guilty. If he hadn't taken a taxi, the driver wouldn't have been involved in this inexplicable thing...

Li Mo said: "Only 10,000 people out of 8 billion in the world are qualified to become gods. Whether the end is evolution or death, this supernatural event is enough to constitute an unstable factor that affects order. The most economical way to deal with it is to control all 10,000 people for research."

The shaking flashlight cast a circular halo on the stone-covered mud. The monster-like tall factory iron door was open. The number "101" was written in red pen on the wall, and the four words "Doomsday" were written in the same blood color on the other side, crooked like a child's scribbles.

Chen Jian didn't care: "There's nothing wrong with cooperating with the research. I have no interest in becoming a god. I just want to stay in the dormitory and be a salted fish..."

"What if the result of the research is that it is safest to kill all 10,000 of us?"

Li Mo stood in front of the factory door and looked back at Chen Jian. His face was as pale as a ghost under the reflection of the flashlight: "As long as there is a 1% possibility, once it happens, it will be 100% death."

"So next, we must always hide ourselves and be prepared to hide in the search of the state machine."

Li Mo's tone was very serious. Chen Jian was infected by his emotions and became serious and nervous.

He thought he was willing to sacrifice for the collective interests, but if it was really like what Li Mo said, just because he was selected, he would die, which would be too aggrieved.

Of course, as a good boy with a good family background, Chen Jian felt from the bottom of his heart that Li Mo was too pessimistic. The country might not be so indifferent as to ignore the lives of innocent citizens.

But he knew that some people were skeptics and difficult to convince, so he did not refute and followed Li Mo into the factory in silence.

There was no one in the dark factory, and the dust that had settled for a long time was blown to Chen Jian's face by the wind when walking, making his nose itchy.

Li Mo put the driver down with his back against the wall, and raised the flashlight to shine around.

Chen Jian followed suit, but felt the phone in his hand vibrate.

He flipped his hand and took a look, only to see two lines of black text refreshed on the white background of the "∞" APP:

[The current task has been completed, and the new task will be distributed within ten minutes]

[Current surviving players: 9517]

……………………………………

Why do good people always not live long?

Zhang Chengwen looked at the pale body of the deceased and suddenly wanted to kill someone.

The deceased was a good person, so the person who killed him was a bad person.

Bad people should not stay in this world.

Zhang Chengwen walked to the door of the mourning hall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and held it in his mouth.

It was drizzling outside the door, slanting down on the ground, as neat as the lines of a sketch. A few raindrops fell to the ground and splashed into the room, laying a layer of fine frost on the tile floor.

Zhang Chengwen looked at the rain quietly, sucked on the cigarette, and thought about the next plan.

Should I kill one person or the whole family?

Should I kill them directly, or force the bastard to confess first?

Should I destroy the body after the incident, or turn myself in to the public security bureau?

Killing is not difficult, but it is not that simple. There are many issues to consider.

Of course, since Zhang Chengwen has never killed anyone, these troubles can be put aside for the time being.

Spitting the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it with his foot, Zhang Chengwen strode into the rain curtain outside the mourning hall and walked towards the convenience store.

What he needs to do now is to buy a fruit knife.

…

There is usually a convenience store near a funeral home, which is normal.

You always have to bring something to a funeral. Everyone else has brought something, so you feel embarrassed to go empty-handed, even if you want to buy a pack of cigarettes? With cigarettes, you always need a lighter, right?

——Convenience stores are such a good place for emergency.

But today, probably because it rained, the convenience store that used to have a few businesses was unusually deserted. There was not a single customer the whole morning.

Zhang Chengwen arrived at the convenience store at 1:30 in the afternoon.

He stepped on the slippery floor, leaving light gray shoe prints all the way, picked up the longest fruit knife on the shelf, and walked to the counter.

The person behind the counter raised his head and turned his face to him: "Most of the fruit knives now have blunt tips and anti-cutting designs on the sides. Unless you are extremely strong or find the right angle to cut the veins and throats, you can't kill people."

The man was wearing a blood-stained red windbreaker and a white hollowed-out smiley mask. At first glance, he looked like a ghost who was asking for his life, weird and strange.

Is this... cosplay?

Zhang Chengwen was stunned, but saw the man in red took out a masonry hammer from somewhere and put it on the counter: "For your current plan, it is more convenient to use this to hit your head. Six dollars and sixty, selling it to you at cost price."

The voice of the man in red was very young, but it revealed a kind of indifference to human life, as if he was used to life and death, or... killed too many people.

Zhang Chengwen clenched the fruit knife and asked coldly: "Who are you? How do you know..."

"Don't be so nervous. I just came here and bought a store and wanted to make a business.

The man in red chuckled and clasped his fingers in front of him: "Of course, I can also see that you have encountered some troubles and want to solve them through some extreme methods.

"But with all due respect, your ideas and plans are rubbish to the extreme. Not only can they not help you achieve your goal, but they will also involve the relatives and friends of the deceased in trouble - this is not the result you want to see, right?

"Based on this, we may be able to talk more deeply. For example, my hobby and main business is to help others make murder plans, and now I can give you a plan for free."

Zhang Chengwen looked at the man in red steadily, and sweat oozed from his palms.

Everything in front of him was absurd to the extreme. He wanted to kill someone, but was seen by someone. The man recommended tools to him and claimed that he could help him make a plan...

But for some reason, he felt an inexplicable touch in his heart, which deceived him into believing that he needed help and that the masked man in red could really help him...

Zhang Chengwen asked: "Why do you want to help me?"

The man in red raised his hand and touched the chin of the mask, and laughed again: "Ha, maybe it's because I'm curious about your story. "

…

Bai Qi likes to know the stories of the dead, which makes him happy.

Because for normal people, nothing is more painful than death.

And feelings such as happiness can only be obtained through comparison.

Just like a person in a wheelchair walking slowly along the street, passers-by cast sympathetic eyes on him, and there are many people with healthy hands and feet who are indeed lucky, and are glad that they have better conditions in a certain field than others.

Only by savoring the pain of others can you know that there is still room for change in your current situation. Whether it is preparing for a rainy day or gloating over other people's misfortunes, it is always happier than immersing yourself in your own miserable life and complaining about yourself.

Bai Qi likes to chew on the pain, including others' and his own, and he is not afraid to create some tragedies manually.

This is a kind of abnormal psychology. As a kind of antisocial personality disorder, it has contributed to tens of thousands of serial murders and gloriously became the research subject of the infamous prefrontal lobotomy in the last century. (End of this chapter)