Infinite weird games

"Yilin, next we must work together to kill Chang Xu." In the room, Zhu Ling looked into Zhou Yilin's eyes and said seriously.

Because of Qisi's previous words to avoid guilt, she didn't know that Zhou Yilin had cooperated with Qisi.

After all, if the two form an alliance, Qiss can directly use his power to overpower others, and there is no need to lie to clear his name.

In her opinion, the context of the situation was clear enough. Qi Si first formed an alliance with Zhao Feng, then killed him to frame the blame, and even went to win over Zhang Licai without changing his expression...

Simply...just a moody, careless lunatic!

Zhu Ling felt scared when she thought of the young man in the white shirt. Before, her eyes were basically focused on Yang Yundong, and she almost ignored other opponents, which led to a big mistake...

"Chang Xu is probably a massacre player and wants to kill all of us..."

Halfway through her words, the following words were swallowed in her throat. Zhu Ling found that she felt as if her throat was being strangled and she couldn't say a word.

She struggled in vain, and was horrified to see the teasing and mocking in the eyes of the girl in front of her.

Before she could react, the girl pulled out a piece of silk thread from her pocket and quickly threw it to her right hand.

Her little finger was entangled in silk thread, her consciousness became blurred for a moment, and her limbs were no longer under control, like a puppet on strings.

In front of her, Zhou Yilin was smiling, the kind of smile she felt satisfied after watching a comedy show.

"Sister Zhu, have you ever heard of the Gunslinger Game? Fools will reveal their strength, while wise men are often good at pretending to be weak... By the way, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, I say hello to you on behalf of 'Xila'."

"You..." Zhu Ling's eyes widened, suddenly remembering her experience in the previous copy.

At that time, she formed an alliance with a young man and deceived him into being a "Sela member" through words. After some inner suffering, she finally chose to push him out and execute him.

It was a team copy, but the players were suspicious of each other because of the so-called "guaranteed death toll" mechanism. The execution of the members of Xiela perfectly made them put aside their grudges and heed her call to unite...

"Don't you like to pretend to be a good person? Don't you like to judge sins? Have you ever thought that one day you will also be the subject of judgment?" The girl suddenly approached Zhu Ling and reached out to grab her hair, as if she was intimate. Putting his lips to her ear, "Sister Zhu, don't worry, I will design a beautiful ending for you."

Zhu Ling's trembling lips wanted to apologize, to express her helplessness, and to beg for forgiveness, but she found that she could not pronounce a single syllable.

She couldn't even control her thoughts, expressions, and movements. She could only be led by the girl to make various weird appearances...

…

"...If you can't pass the level through the standard route, Zhu Ling or Zhou Yilin can only trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism and kill everyone else."

In the room, Qisi still held Zhang Licai's hand and smiled lightly, with the smile still in his eyes: "When the time comes, you will really die."

Zhang Licai opened his mouth and asked thoughtfully: "Chang...Chang Xu, since you already have a way to decipher the worldview, why don't you make it public?"

Qisi withdrew his hand and looked at him like a fool: "Of course it's because - I don't want to."

Suddenly there was a fierce knock on the door, and Zhou Yilin's crying voice sounded intermittently: "Sister Zhu...she seems to want to kill me! I'm so scared..."

After talking to Qisi, Zhang Licai already knew that the girl's weakness was all a disguise.

But he would rather not know anything.

At this moment, he had no choice but to pretend to be ignorant and throw himself into this absurd comedy, a funny character whose fate was beyond his control.

"Sister, don't panic, come in first!" Zhang Licai has always been a master at pretending to be confused.

He opened the door with an innocent look on his face, pretending to let Zhou Yilin in.

Zhou Yilin shook her head slightly: "Sister Zhu's state is a bit strange, I... let's go and restrain her together..."

Zhang Licai was still hesitant. He turned around and saw Qisi's smiling eyes, so he could only follow cautiously.

As soon as he walked out of the door, a ferocious-looking Zhu Ling rushed towards him. He was startled, and almost reflexively raised his hand to punch, striking randomly.

The two struggled for a while inexplicably, and then inexplicably... Zhu Ling collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Although there is not much difference in strength between the players in the novice pool, Zhang Licai still finds it incredible that he can defeat an experienced player so easily.

He smelled a strange sense of dissonance, and after feeling the direct gazes of Qisi and Zhou Yilin beside him, he did not dare to think about it further.

"Now, are we considered accomplices?" Qiss made a joke, which did not make anyone present laugh.

He looked at Zhang Lizai and ordered: "Go to the woodshed to find a rope and tie her up, so you can feel more at ease."

Zhang Licai knew that he had no choice as a pawn on the stage, so he simply showed off the enthusiasm he used to serve his seniors in the club and followed the instructions without hesitation.

Zhou Yilin next to her had red eyes and kept wiping tears: "I'm sorry, she asked me to stay and change your travel brochure before, and said she would kick me out at night... I was too scared and could only listen to her. …”

Hearing this, Zhang Licai also spat at Zhu Ling on the ground: "This stinky bitch has no good intentions. If Brother Yang hadn't lost an arm at night, nothing would have happened..."

"It's all my fault, wuwuwu..." Zhou Yilin cried with great sincerity, "Without me, Brother Yang wouldn't have died... wuwuwu..."

The truth is not important. In the later stages of the dungeon, a scapegoat is needed at any time. If the rest of the people want to avoid becoming fish on the chopping board, they must first control the old players who are most likely to dominate the group.

The current situation is nothing more than a tacit slander and a conspiracy that hits it off. The perpetrators stand on the moral high ground to judge the imperfect victims - out of consideration for their own interests.

Qis looked to the west. The sun was already tilting. It was afternoon.

He interrupted the two actors who were acting professionally and said, "I got some information from Su Po before. It can be preliminarily determined that the corpse in the background of the copy is located in the west of the village. The danger in the next few days comes from the ghosts suppressed in the ancestral hall."

He repeated Su Po's words out of context and said in an unquestionable tone: "I suggest that we act separately. Zhang Licai, you and I carry the wooden barrel to the ancestral hall now. Considering that the ghosts are 'hungry all the time', leaving the barrel of meat outside may delay them for a while."

He didn't mention Zhou Yilin's arrangement, but the implication was extremely obvious.

Zhou Yilin looked at Qi Si timidly and whispered, "I think I left something in the ancestral hall... Brother Chang, I'll go with you, so that the three of us can take care of each other..."

"Together?" Qi Si sneered, "If we encounter danger, it depends on who is lucky enough to be favored by the 'guaranteed death toll' mechanism."

"Then... I'll go with Brother Zhang?" Zhou Yilin tentatively suggested, "Brother Chang, you are better than us, and you have better solutions than us when you encounter any problems..."

This means that she has made up her mind not to explore the west of the village.

After all, Yang Yundong and Allen, the only two people who have been to the west of the village, are dead, and no one knows what is going on there.

Qi Si seemed to be convinced, and frowned slightly: "In this case, then you go quickly and come back quickly. Let's collect some clues tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and then we will go to the west of the village."

"Yeah! No problem!" Zhou Yilin was as if she had been pardoned, and reached out to pull Zhang Licai's sleeve.

The latter didn't understand, but was still pulled out of the door by her, muttering: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's not dark yet..."

Qisi watched all this with a smile, and he knew Zhou Yilin's psychology very well.

Zhu Ling and Yang Yundong, as experienced old players, must be eliminated first; as the leader at the top at this stage, isn't he the same?

If you want to deal with Zhu Ling, Zhang Licai's existence is actually dispensable. Even if Qisi and Zhou Yilin make trouble in public, Zhang Licai will never dare to speak out for justice.

Zhou Yilin insisted on keeping Zhang Licai, and Qisi knew that performing a formalistic curtain call for Zhu Ling was just an excuse, and the real purpose was probably to prepare for dealing with him.

If he didn't have a backup, it would be great; if he had a backup, he could use Zhang Licai's life to test it out.

Just like in the "Rose Manor" copy, Qisi kept Chang Xu and Lin Chen to tie up Zou Yan.

Zhou Yilin thought she had laid a perfect puzzle, but she didn't know that Qi Si was also a brilliant behind-the-scenes screenwriter.

Under the guise of separate actions, Zhou Yilin wanted to unexpectedly incite Zhang Licai to rebel.

In her opinion, Qi Si would never have thought that she would do such a thing without a conflict of interest.

But Qi Si was also an out-and-out madman, a pervert with blood on his hands.

He deliberately created opportunities for himself to act alone, and never intended to let his teammates survive.

Watching Zhou Yilin and Zhang Licai walk out of the house one after another, their figures gradually became smaller and were swallowed up by the jagged houses in the east of the village, Qi Si's eyes became more gentle.

He counted the time silently, and estimated that the two had walked away, then dragged Zhu Ling, who was unconscious on the ground, across the house gate, and walked towards the west of the village.

Zhou Yilin and Zhang Licai both had a misconception of thinking. They didn't expect that this copy could end early, nor did they expect that the player's position could be separated from the human camp.

Qi Si did indeed intentionally deepen their understanding of this area, forming sufficient time and information gaps, making tonight the most suitable time to break the deadlock.

The road to the west of the village was filled with gray fog, and the dry sand and dust were blown into the air by the wind from nowhere, dispersing, separating and reorganizing, and mixing with the fog to form a curtain.

The gray-white sunlight was smudged between refraction and reflection, and the sky and the earth in the west began to fade in the vision, gradually appearing white.

Qi Si dragged Zhu Ling to the thick fog. He didn't know how long he walked. He stopped only when he could no longer see the outline of the scenery and objects around him. He murmured to the invisible existence:

"All the mechanisms are clear. I only need to eat the divine meat every day and go to the ancestral hall to pay homage on the last day to cleanse my guilt and pass the level safely. But this is too boring. I don't like it."

"If I leave like the players in the past, you will probably have to wait for many years. And I have always been a greedy person, happy to repay favors and add insult to injury."

"Paying an extra price must allow me to gain greater benefits, and I will be willing to do so - I just don't know what price you are willing to offer for this?"

The sun has not set, and the danger of the night has not arrived; the dangerous creatures have already half-closed their eyes waiting for the night to come, and to hold a long-planned memorial service.

Without vision and reference, Qi Si raised the pocket watch high and put it to his ear.

Listening to the even and peaceful "tick-tick" sound, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat, or maybe it was just an illusion.

Countless boundaries are blurred together with the vast mist, and then turn into mist in the mountains and fields, dispersed in the wind and frost.

Zis's eyes were lowered half sleepily. He enjoyed the chaos, blankness and silence, just like sleeping in a dark room full of evil spirits and ghosts, pretending that he was also a member of the non-human group.

In the dead gray-white silence, he heard the "click" sound of the hour hand entering the slot, which was slightly more distinct than the movement of the second hand.

Tell him it's sunset.