Infinite weird games

The players came out of the room one after another. Although most of them had dark circles under their eyes and looked bad, there were no new scars on their bodies.

The situation is already clear. Except for Qi Si and Yang Yundong, who each lived in a separate room last night, everyone else lived in pairs as on the first night.

After seeing Yang Yundong with his left arm broken and half of his body covered in blood, Zhou Yilin wiped the corners of her eyes again, unable to speak a complete sentence, like a frightened bird.

Yang Yundong raised his right hand to press the injury on his left arm, looked around at the four players who came out later, and asked, "Did you encounter any problems last night?"

The players looked at each other.

"No, I've already eaten the sacred meat. What could happen?"

"I've been sleeping since last night."

Everyone's expression was suitably confused, with no trace of deception at all.

Yang Yundong sighed and said: "Last night, Chang Xu and I both encountered ghosts. If I hadn't accumulated a few life-saving props, I might not be alive today."

He paused and continued: "Please disclose the contents of the travel brochure. I suspect that the clues we each obtained are different."

Maybe it was because Yang Yundong's wounds were too ferocious, or maybe because his tone was unquestionable, no one raised any objections at this time, and they all went back to their rooms to get the travel brochures.

Qisi stood next to Yang Yundong and collected the travel brochures one by one.

On the title page of the newly collected travel brochure, four lines of poetry are written:

[Don’t stay alone in a house, don’t be alone in a temple]

[Don’t mourn the newly dead ghosts, why should you weep when your sins have been cancelled]

"One person" and "two people" are just one word different, but they lead to completely different results.

If Zis hadn't used the tape recorder in time to break the situation, and had the Pocket Watch of Destiny set the stage, the players' camp would have lost numbers again.

Zhang Licai slapped his hands and cursed: "The horizontal line above the 'two' was probably added later. What kind of bastard is so wicked?"

Zhao Feng looked at Yang Yundong, frowned and asked, "Do you suspect that one of us has done something wrong?"

The answer was very clear, but he had no good intentions to stand up for Yang Yundong before getting Chis's instructions; and Chiss didn't want to make it clear too early.

Yang Yundong's eyes swept over Zhou Yilin and Zhu Ling, and stayed on Zhu Ling for an extra long time.

Zhu Ling noticed it and said with a wry smile: "It's probably a false clue left by a weird game, trying to sow discord. I saw it on the forum a few days ago, saying that some copies will deliberately give out disturbing information..."

Zhang Licai didn't know whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid, so he murmured in a low voice: "No way, if all the clues written in black and white are false, can we still play this game?"

After all, he did not question Zhu Ling, who was obviously having problems.

It was obvious to the naked eye that Yang Yundong was dying. For the sake of a dying man, offending another "thigh" who was obviously very powerful was not worth the loss.

At this moment, Yang Yundong was already alone.

"The food is ready, come and eat!" The discussion was interrupted by Su Po's shout.

It's breakfast time.

Most of the players had little appetite, and everyone left the table after eating a few mouthfuls of steamed buns.

Seeing others leaving the table, Chiss gave up the idea of ​​continuing to eat, got up and walked towards the door.

Yang Yundong stood alone by the door, with only the shadow of one arm stretched thin and shaky in the morning sun.

Qisi leisurely approached and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, let's cooperate."

Although he couldn't understand why someone would be willing to be a thankless good person, he didn't dislike a character like Yang Yundong when there was no conflict of interest.

On the contrary, he is happy to create branches outside of the unchanging plan, just to see the behavioral choices and endings of these righteous people, so as to add to the disguise and layout in the future.

At this moment, he faced Yang Yundong's hawk-like scrutiny and did not shy away: "You should have seen that there are only three days left, and there are only six of us left. There is a high probability that some people are already planning to kill other players to trigger the guarantee. Death toll mechanism."

"As the de facto leader, you must bear the brunt. In order to cause the chaos they expect, the speculators will first find a way to deal with you who is presiding over the situation. Of course, there is also me who can't figure out the details."

"This time, you and I got away with it; next time, we probably won't be so lucky."

Use the same situation to resonate and create an isolated context; some generally accepted facts, coupled with appropriate exaggeration, are easy to convince.

Yang Yundong was silent for two seconds and asked: "I will cooperate with you, and then what? Exclude other players first, and then you and Zhao Feng will control me?"

Qisi didn't feel any embarrassment about being exposed, but instead showed off his face: "As expected of Brother Yang, it seems you don't know anything about the conspiracy."

"But so what? Cooperate with me and end the dungeon early. At least four people can survive. Survival is always the first priority. Is the method really that important?"

Yang Yundong said solemnly: "I can't see through you, but I can feel that you have no respect for public order and good customs, nor do you have the bottom line and self-knowledge of being a human being. If someone like you survives, it is very dangerous for other players. "

Qisi did not refute, just looked at him with a half-smile: "Brother Yang, let me ask you a question, if there was a terminally ill young man in Eagle County across the ocean and needed your full set of organs to treat him, would you be willing? "

Yang Yundong suddenly raised his eyes and stared into Qisi's eyes, as if judging the purpose of the words.

Qisi did not dodge, but the smile on his face remained: "If your answer is no, then what position do you have to ask me to give up survival for the so-called bottom line? If your answer is yes, why don't you go immediately for me? die?"

"Or are you a boring utilitarian who wants to use factors such as location, age, knowledge, and health to measure the value of everyone before deciding whether to sacrifice? Or, you and I are the same people, and we are both used to it. Do you decide whether to save or kill based on your preference? "

Before carrying out targeted thinking training, few people can separate the confusing things one by one and analyze specific problems in detail.

Logical traps such as presupposition fallacies, ad hominem appeals, and false dilemmas often fail most people.

As the questions were asked one by one, Yang Yundong's face became increasingly ugly, and he was obviously entangled in the paradox carefully woven by Qisi.

Qisi clapped his fingers and said in a calculating tone: "Of course, I believe that you have already preconceivedly placed me in a hostile position. There is a high probability that you are not willing to believe the facts I told you. Then I can discuss the matter and provide you with Several viable options.”

"First, you kill me based on the principle of eliminating harm for the people, and then die in the procedural justice of group judgment. As my ally, Zhao Feng will definitely be eliminated quickly."

"Second, you go and trade with Zhu Ling. The result will be similar. I promise to eradicate her alliance group. The remaining three people will survive if they are lucky; if they are not lucky, I will survive."

"Third, you take away the most innocent Zhang Lizai. There are exactly four people left, two alliance groups, to reach a Nash equilibrium, and we will survive together."

Zeiss tilted his head and said a conclusion that was not true or false with a serious analysis attitude: "According to the principle of utilitarianism, the third option has the best economic benefits - do you think that's right?"

Yang Yundong said coldly: "It is not a pity to kill the homeless people who kill others for self-interest."

"Slaughter flow" is a general concept. This type of player has a certain anti-social tendency and adheres to an absolute zero-sum thinking. Rather than win-win cooperation, they are more willing to kill other players to obtain more benefits.

Qisi knew in his heart that the so-called name was just a man-made definition. Killing one person was a sin, and killing tens of thousands was a god.

He smiled, his eyebrows curved: "But life is precious, isn't it? You are not God, so what qualifications do you have to judge whether your behavior choices are right or wrong?"

Yang Yundong said: "Those who kill should pay with their lives, and those who harm others should also receive retribution."

As if he didn't hear it, Qisi protracted his voice and asked word by word: "So, what is your choice?"

…

Not long after, the players gathered outside the house.

A crisis of confidence has emerged, but everyone is tacitly silent about it.

Still led by Yang Yundong, the six players walked towards the ancestral hall in the direction indicated on the map.

Shallow footprints are etched on the dirt road in the village, dotted with dots of blood that look like paint.

The sun has not yet fully risen above the roof, and dust is flying on the dirt road under the white sky.

The houses on both sides are in dilapidated condition. The further you go, the more decayed and old they become. Weeds submerged the dilapidated mud walls, and fine bricks and tiles were scattered in the mud.

The players walked around the locust tree and stopped in front of a house.

Arrive at the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall in Su's Village is tall and beautiful, with two large red lanterns hanging under the eaves. The colors are bright and incompatible with the dilapidated village.

The door pillars and window lattice are exquisitely carved, and even the paint is obviously brand new, but it gives people a cold and forbidding feeling when viewed from a distance.

Zhu Ling frowned and said: "The feng shui of this ancestral hall is very strange. The locust tree planted in front of the door attracts evil spirits. The door opens to the east and west, and the evil spirits linger. It seems to be suppressing something."

Zhang Licai trembled when he was told: "Sister, don't scare me, I don't know anything about Feng Shui..."

While the two were chatting, Qisi had already walked to Yang Yundong and used a wire to open the lock on the door knocker.

He raised his hand to pull the vermilion door of the ancestral hall. He thought it would take a lot of effort, but he didn't expect that he just pulled the door knocker and the door opened by itself.

It's like being blown away by the wind.

Qisi raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and made a joke that was not funny: "I didn't expect them to be so enthusiastic and eager to invite us in."

Yang Yundong's face was as gray as dirt due to excessive blood loss, and his figure was slightly swaying, but he did not show any obvious fatigue.

He glanced at Qisi lightly, turned to look forward, and raised his feet to step over the threshold.

Qisi pursed his lips and followed closely.

The interior of the ancestral hall gives people a strong sense of discomfort, as if there are countless pairs of eyes watching the visitors from all angles, without hesitation, which makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

Behind the incense table in the ancestral hall are densely packed tablets, stacked in rows. At a glance, there are probably dozens or hundreds.

There was no statue of the god, and there was no sign of anything related to the god. The players looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Qisi thought about the clues he got last night and basically made a judgment.

He saw a wooden barrel placed in front of the incense table, which was exactly the one Su Po was carrying yesterday.

There were only some scraps of meat left in the barrel, and the edge of the barrel was covered with messy tooth marks, which looked like human teeth marks.

The size and angle of the tooth marks are different. You can almost imagine a group of hungry things, whether they are humans or ghosts, swooping up and biting the meat in the barrel from all angles like wild beasts. They ignore it and even accidentally bite the wood. .

"Crack."

Something dripped to the ground and formed a sticky puddle.

Zhang Licai followed Qisi closely and looked up when he heard the sound. After seeing the thing above his head clearly, he took a deep breath and made a "ho ho" sound in his throat.

I saw human faces of different sizes arranged neatly on the ceiling. Their wrinkled skin seemed to turn into bark and fall off at the touch of a touch, but they all had a cheerful smile on their lips, which looked extremely strange in this situation.

Qisi raised his eyes for a moment, then looked away, his eyes lingering among the crowded tablets.

These tablets all start with the word "Su" and have different years of birth, but the same year of death. Without exception, they are the year when the changes in the villagers first occurred.

The records in the village history corresponded to the actual objects in front of him. Qisi felt something in his heart. He took a few steps back and stood by the door, and showed an innocent smile to Zhou Yilin, who was also standing by the door.

Zhou Yilin looked at her nose, nose and heart, and carefully leaned to the side, moving him to a more convenient position for walking.

The two of them had a tacit understanding about certain things.

The surgery was done, it was benign, and I still need to get an intravenous drip... I am now typing miserably with one hand.