Infinite weird games

Seven years ago, Qisi was fifteen years old and in the third grade of junior high school like Lu Ming.

At that time, he had not yet transferred to a junior high school in the countryside, but was studying in a private middle school in Jiangcheng. He was the most unpopular child among the crowd and the isolated "black sheep" in the group.

As the world's will to reject the uninvited guests, malice and rejection formed the entirety of his memory like a jigsaw puzzle, and they only increased as he grew older.

He is like a rat that wanders into the city, or a flying insect that suddenly appears in a greenhouse. People hate his existence, but they inevitably pay too much attention to him.

While they expressed their disdain for him, they also watched his every move in order to ridicule him. A familiar environment is conducive to digging into other people's past, not to mention that the event is too famous and those involved do not hide it.

Chis' various deeds were circulated among the students, and soon most of the students in the school knew that the solitary, gloomy and lonely young man was a unique monster.

Not only does he often go to mental hospitals for treatment and likes to read bloody and dark books, he is also burdened with a disaster curse that killed a former "friend".

Most children at this age have a curious mind. When they hear rumors that they think are novel, they will spread them among themselves by word of mouth. Some of them are bold enough to get close to Qisi and deliberately talk loudly.

"Everyone, stay away from Qiss. He is a disaster. Everyone who gets close to him will have a bad end. Haven't you heard? His best friend in elementary school died miserably!"

"Who doesn't know? It's such a big deal! It took a full week to find it after it was missing. All the skin and flesh were gone, leaving only some broken bones, as if it had been eaten by a monster..."

"I've seen photos of the scene, and it's so miserable! After the luminol reagent was sprinkled, the blue circle on the ground was filled with blood. It looked like a cult altar. It was really weird!"

The more the teenagers talked, the more detailed they became, as if they had been to the scene in person and seen the whole thing.

Describing the tragic death of his friend in front of others is undoubtedly a kind of bad cruelty, and it is bound to arouse fear and sadness in the other person before he is willing to stop.

Ziss, who killed and ate his "friends" with his own hands, just sat quietly, looking down at the book in his hand, and casually making notes in the black notebook next to him.

The hostility exerted by his peers and the disgust expressed by strangers overwhelmed all kindness, tenderness and love, and constituted his earliest recognition of emotions, which was more common than the wet ground after rain or the fallen leaves on the ground after the wind.

He cannot understand the morality of universal values, nor can he put into practice the empathy that is unique to human groups, just like animals such as sheep, which can safely abandon their companions to predators and eat them senselessly next to their corpses. Grass.

But Zis is not a sheep, he is more like an incomplete mirror that can only reflect black, white and gray, almost instinctively reflecting all the sins and injuries he has suffered.

"Lu Li from high school has been so close to Qisi all day long. He doesn't know when something bad will happen, and it looks like he will die a bad death, right?" Someone said in a gloating tone, winking at Qisi.

Another person pretended to be telling a secret: "Do you think that the dead child was killed by Qiss? He read those messy books all day long. He will definitely be a criminal when he grows up, right?"

Zis wrote down new names and flashes of inspiration in his notebook, closed the book in his hand, calmly raised his eyes and looked at the speaker, and asked: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

At that time, he had not fully grasped the behavioral patterns of the human species, so he was somewhat curious about some words and deeds that were difficult to understand, and he did not hesitate to ask questions humbly.

But the other party only thought he was provoking, picked up his collar and threw him against the wall, cursing: "What are you pretending to be? Who are you trying to scare? You make it look like who is afraid of you!"

Qisi felt a little uncomfortable being pushed, and frowned slightly, but he also completed the missing piece of judgment on people's hearts in the palace of thinking.

He smelled the fear and the pretentious look, so he gently brushed the man's hand away, revealing his white teeth and smiling like a ghost.

The friction quickly spread and became a new after-dinner topic.

Students in the third grade of junior high school are faced with the pressure of being diverted. The crossroads in life and the uncertainty of the future make them anxious all day long.

They need to vent, and they need a target as a tool to unite the group, as if as long as everyone says the same thing and does the same thing, they will not fall out of the group.

The students taunted Ziss over and over, threw rubbish on his seat, scratched his desk, chair and stationery with knives, bumped into him casually on the road, and once even pushed him down the stairs.

The body was falling, the sound of broken wind passed by his ears, and a figure in a red suit and trousers hung on the ceiling, looking down, and time and space froze for a moment.

The man, who had a face exactly like his, looked at him with interest and asked, "If I said I could solve all the problems you encounter, would you be willing to pray to me?"

Qisi looked at the man and saw the shadows of trees and vines growing in his scarlet eyes.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am you." The man put his index finger to his lips and replied with a smile, "The other me, when you feel pain, I will come out to find you."

Qisi's back fell to the ground, and his spine and flesh were painful from the impact. He heard the high-pitched screams of people nearby, the unclear inquiries from students in the distance, and the malicious laughter of the instigator.

The blue and white blocks of school uniforms and the black heads of the crowd gathered in front of his eyes, forming a vast ocean of cold colors. What flashed back in his mind was the bloody scene that was about to happen. The vivid and colorful death scene flashed back in front of his eyes, and even the air he breathed became warm.

He couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, or the specific details of those people had never stayed in his memory.

The butcher would not deliberately remember the image of the lamb. He didn't tell any adults about his experience in school at that time, which was to plan a perfect revenge that would not cause trouble.

"I don't feel pain, and I don't want to pray to you." Qi Si looked up at the sky and made a calm judgment. "You appear here with such an image and words. I can easily associate it with the legendary evil god who tempts people to fall, and then I have to be more cautious."

The man in red smiled happily: "There is nothing wrong with this. Since I am still alive in this world, it means that you don't need to pray to any god.

"But I believe that when I see you next time, you will need my help. "

His figure shattered into sharp blocks of color like mirror fragments, disappearing in a sea of ​​cold tones.

Qis had been with ghosts since he was a child, and that nightmare-like encounter had never left a deep mark in his heart.

At that time, he was unveiling the first grand performance of his life, like a naughty boy who was about to destroy an ant nest or a child who was about to knock down a castle on the beach. His heart was full of the shocking destruction that was about to happen, and there was no room for anything else.

First, a girl fell off the rooftop after getting drunk because of the pressure of going to school; then several boys skipped classes to swim in the river and were swept into the drain by a sluice gate that suddenly malfunctioned.

Finally, hundreds of people fell down due to food poisoning, and the Public Security Bureau intervened urgently, only to find out that the supplier had added old poison to the raw materials of the opponent due to commercial competition. Rat poison.

Although the fifteen-year-old Qi Si was inexperienced and still had a lot to learn, he was able to move people's hearts without leaving any trace.

Age also became a good cover. No one could have thought that so many vicious incidents would be related to a boy who was usually silent.

Now recalling the past, some parts of Qi Si's memory were touched again.

He suddenly remembered that the god who had given him a fire, the god who had rescued him from the pit, and the god who had appeared in his dream... It seemed that they were all the figure in red, claiming to be "another him".

And what he was playing at the moment was the evil god who tempted people to fall, and was about to ask for sacrifices and prayers from others.

"Lu Ming, what are you going to sacrifice, and how do you ask me for help?" Qi Si smiled and asked the outline that was gradually becoming clear in the thick fog.

Lu Ming's thin and pale figure walked towards Qi Si, and his dark eyes without whites looked directly at Qi Si.

He said word by word: "The game is about to continue, and the restrictions no longer exist. ”

The sky was full of bright red prayer belts that fell like blood vessels, and the golden words on them flowed as if they had life.

The faded prayer belts that fell on the ground melted into mud, and the bloody red spider lilies grew in full swing, spewing golden stamens.

The red lines flowed and woven into lines of text:

[Game name: "Escape from Rabbit God Town"]

[Mission goal: Prevent Lingzi from being chosen by the Rabbit God]

[Warm reminder: Be careful of rabbits]

[Save points: ① "Suspicious questions"; ② Lingzi's Rabbit God mask; ③ Lingzi's prayer belt]

[The last game process was unexpectedly interrupted. Do you want to continue the game?]

Qis looked at Lu Ming through the words in front of him and understood that the other party had a general idea of ​​what he was seeking, and the enemy of his enemy is often a friend, which is probably correct.

He chuckled and said, "Yes. ”

[“Escape from Rabbit God Town” Act 3, continued]

The fog around me became thicker and thicker, and a white moon hung high in the night sky, casting a cold glow. After the scene of Hope Middle School turned around, it was the forest of Rabbit God Town.

In front of Qi Si, Reiko's body opened her eyes wide, and her protruding rabbit face slowly shrank back, her short hair beard and fangs gradually receded, leaving the girl's beautiful face.

There was no blood, no wounds, as if she was just a corpse of a frightened person in a musical, or she was trapped in a long and deep dream.

The murderer took two steps back, looking innocent and harmless, and quietly read the newly refreshed handwritten text.

[Obtained save point ④ Reiko's death]

[For In order to prevent Reiko from being chosen by the Rabbit God, you killed Reiko. The body that died before the Rabbit God Festival naturally cannot become the Rabbit God's flesh and blood.

[But the Rabbit God Festival must be carried out as scheduled. After Reiko's death, a new child must be chosen as a sacrifice, and you are "the child who looks most like the Rabbit God"...]

In the [Current Task] column, the original text faded quietly, and the new text that emerged was [Participate in the Fireworks Festival in Seven Days], which was no different from the main task.

There were flickering lights in the distance. Qi Si looked at it, and his vision was blocked by the heavy forest. Only a figure was moving in the dark green.

The fat boy Akira Kurokawa, who had disappeared, staggered out.

"Reiko, Xiaoqi, are you okay?" He ran and shouted breathlessly, "It's terrible, so... so many ghosts!"

Qis looked down at the body on the ground and said lightly: "I'm fine, but Reiko suddenly fell down. I don't know what happened. "

The little fat boy ran a few steps, squatted in front of Lingzi's body, stretched out his hand to feel her breath, and his fat face, which was red from the wind, immediately lost its color: "Ling... Lingzi she..."

"What happened to Lingzi?" A voice asked from a distance, in an anxious tone.

The little fat man cried and gritted his teeth and said, "She's dead..."

The fire in the deep forest gradually approached, accompanied by the sound of messy footsteps, a group of people came through the forest with open fire and leaves.

Qi Si turned sideways, facing the light behind him, just enough to cover his calm face.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the adults in short kimonos held torches and surrounded the two people and the body in the center.

The flames were flaring, the light and shadows were mottled, and a small piece of night scene was fluid, twisting around the torches like an unstable dream.

The leader was a stern-faced sturdy man. Qi Si learned his identity from the prompt text above his head - the head of the Kurokawa family.

He stood beside Reiko's body, his expression becoming more and more solemn: "What happened? Why are you here? Why did Reiko die?"

This time, a total of 20 people came. It must be that the head of the Kurokawa family hurriedly brought his retainers after discovering that his son was missing.

At this moment, the accompanying retainers looked at Reiko's body on the ground and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"How could she die? Did the Rabbit God hurt her?"

"But she had no injuries on her body, just like she was sleeping, how did she die?"

"Poor child, dying at this time..."

The head of the Kurokawa family walked up to the little fat man, put his hand on his shoulder, and said coldly: "Kurokawa Akira, you have been spoiled by your mother and are too lawless. What exactly is going on, you must explain it here."

The little fat man was so anxious that he was about to cry, and he kept looking at Qi Si: "I don't know anything! After the fog came, I saw a lot of ghosts, so I ran towards home, and then I met you... It was Shichiro who was always with Reiko!"

Everyone's eyes were on Qi Si, waiting for him to give an answer.

Qi Si raised his eyelids, his expression unchanged: "I don't know what happened. Just now, many human faces suddenly flew out of the mist, claiming to be children who died in the Rabbit God Festival. They danced around Reiko and sang the music of the Rabbit God Festival. After singing one song, Reiko fell down."

The head of the Kurokawa family narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at Qi Si: "You know everything?"

"Yes." Qi Si looked straight into his eyes, "I know that the Rabbit God was trapped in Rabbit God Town by our ancestors, so we had to fulfill our wishes; I also know that a child must be sacrificed every eighteen years as a container to imprison the Rabbit God in order to maintain the seal. Not only me, but Kurokawa Akira and Reiko also know it."

The expressions of the retainers became more sad, and now they talked openly.

"What can we do? Can we still hold the Rabbit God Festival this year?"

"It's definitely not going to happen. I'm afraid that the two hundred years of foundation will be destroyed in our generation..."

"Yes, Reiko is dead, who else can serve as the container?"

The night wind blew the flames and made them jump restlessly. The mist was swept into various forms of scenery. The dancing ghosts gradually disappeared, and the pupils of Reiko's body were dilated.

The children knew the truth about the Rabbit God. How could they sincerely reconcile with the Rabbit God?

Reiko, who had already decided to sacrifice, died early. Who should Akira Kurokawa and Shichiro Kanna sacrifice?

If the Rabbit God Festival this year fails, will the Rabbit God break free from the confinement of humans and launch a crazy revenge?

In the stagnant atmosphere, Qi Si suddenly said: "If only one container is needed, I think I can replace Reiko."

Under the flickering firelight, the young man's eyebrows curved: "After all, I am the 'child who looks most like the Rabbit God', right?" (End of this chapter)