Infinite weird games

The door of the castle was equipped with the simplest mechanical lock, which could be fixed with a piece of wire.

Qi Si opened the door with the key and walked into the room.

The yellowed wallpaper was stained with water stains and mildew, and the rotten ceiling was dotted with black ulcers. The grass sprouts that broke out of the ground were like worms on scars, as if they would drip with pus at any time.

The room only had an oil lamp on the bedside table as a light source. In the middle was a large bed big enough for two people to sleep. To the right of the bed was an antique desk with some books and notes piled on it.

Qi Si thought of his few experiences playing horror games and guessed that there should be clues hidden in it.

He walked over, his pale fingertips brushed across the yellowed papyrus cover, and after picking up the page, he seemed to think of something and paused in the air.

After a few breaths, his fingers moved slightly, but in the end he just flipped through the notebook on the top casually without further reading and exploration.

Just now, he had noticed that there was no clock in the room, nor anything that could indicate the exact time.

"It seems that something is likely to happen tonight..." Qi Si squinted his eyes and took a few steps back, standing by the window and looking out.

It was already half dark, and through the dusty French windows, he could vaguely see the sea of ​​roses in the garden.

The plants were too dense, and the flowers and leaves were entangled and covered each other, always giving people the intuition that something was hidden under the branches and leaves.

Fortunately, there were curtains in the room, and Qi Si pulled the curtains without hesitation, out of sight and out of mind.

Considering that there are often scenes in horror movies where the wind blows the curtains open, he dragged the stool next to the desk to press on the curtains.

Then, he checked the gap in the door again to confirm that there was no mechanism that could be opened from the outside after locking the door.

Time was not enough, Qi Si reluctantly gave up a more comprehensive inspection and turned back to the bed.

The bed in front of him looked very flat at first glance, nothing surprising.

He lowered his eyes and looked for a while, feeling something in his heart, and pulled the bed sheet open.

On the yellowed white mattress, a bright red European-style palace dress was lying flat. The complicated borders and beads were pressed on a flat surface, and it was obvious that it had been there for a long time.

Qi Si picked up the dress and shook it, but there was nothing extra to shake out.

Boring, if it was him, he would definitely put some body parts in there to scare people.

Lin Chen followed Qi Si into the room.

He had never played horror games, and he played tower defense and open world games the most on weekdays.

But he didn't want to appear useless, so he had to start carefully from the corner and grope his way through inch by inch with the attitude of cleaning the dormitory.

There was a rustling sound of clothes behind him, accompanied by Qi Si's sinister voice: "Lin Chen, do you think it is a kind of love if you kill someone in order to own him?"

Lin Chen stood up with a start, and just turned his head and saw a weird scene.

The black-haired young man was holding the old red skirt with a smile on his face. It was a normal action, but it gave people the feeling of a perverted murderer showing the victim's clothes.

Lin Chen pointed at the skirt, his tongue tied: "Brother Qi, what is going on?"

"This," Qi Si lowered his head, his expression in the shadows was obscure, "I fell in love with someone..."

"Ah?"

"She is so beautiful, all the most beautiful words in the world cannot describe her beauty." Qi Si's voice was very calm, but the content of his words was crazy, "I humbly, eagerly and shamefully want to possess her, this love that is not tolerated by the world is destined to be unable to be expressed..."

Lin Chen suddenly realized that he didn't actually know Qi Si.

This person was the only one who came in from outside the castle, and he arrived the latest, and there was blood on his clothes. Is it possible that he has been replaced by a ghost?

The initiative to share a room may not be out of good intentions. Maybe it's just that as a perverted murderer, he has set his sights on him and wants to kill him regardless of the consequences...

"What are you thinking?" Qi Si folded the skirt in his hand and threw it on the stool beside him, and said with a sigh, "I found this skirt from under the mattress. The above is just my guess about the background story of this copy, which may not be correct."

Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought..."

"Think of what? If I were a pervert, you would not be able to stand here properly at this moment. Either you will never wake up, or you will wake up in some worse form."

Qis looked at Lin Chen with a smile, as if he had just made an insignificant joke.

Lin Chen swallowed his saliva awkwardly, thinking that he was too suspicious. How could there be so many perverted murderers in the world, and he happened to meet them?

Then the young man changed the subject and asked in a long voice: "It's you, Lin Chen, are you really a newcomer entering the dungeon for the first time? What do you do in reality, and how did you enter the game?"

People who have not been trained in counter-interrogation find it difficult to deal with such sudden questions. Lin Chen's mind immediately emerged with his experience from birth to the present.

His father is a worker, his mother is unemployed, and his family has a high loan from the Federal Foundation. He has been admitted to a good university with his hard work and received a scholarship...

Not long ago, he went out to tutor someone. When he came back, he heard someone calling for help in the alley. When he rushed over, he found that it was a group of gangsters who were touching a girl...

In a moment of passion, he went forward to reprimand those gangsters, but was rushed up, punched and kicked, and his consciousness gradually fell into a coma...

Lin Chen talked about whatever came to his mind, and recounted his past experiences like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

"Hmm, it's a good story, at least it doesn't sound flawless."

What Zes likes most is to play with people's hearts and disturb their emotions. His goal was achieved by finding out Lin Chen's true identity and making people fall into a self-evidence trap.

He lay back calmly and said, "It's getting late, it's time to sleep."

Lin Chen wanted to say something else, but saw that Qisi had already closed his eyes.

Eh? Just sleep like this? Why don't you look for clues first?

He kept muttering in his heart, but after all, he didn't dare to offend the "old player", so he had to keep his mouth shut.

Without a clock in the room, it is impossible to know the exact time. The safest way to avoid violating the rules is to sleep until dawn.

Seeing that Qisi only occupied half of the bed, leaving plenty of room, Lin Chen carefully took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.

From the beginning to the end, he deliberately kept a distance from Qiss, as if he was afraid of bumping into each other and causing unpleasantness.

Qisi noticed this and had a clear understanding of Lin Chen's psychology.

This is a very simple person who has not experienced many social dangers. He was thrown into a strange game without warning and was inevitably at a loss.

At this time, Ziss, the only one who stood up to convey goodwill, would undoubtedly be regarded as a life-saving straw by him, and was an existence that he must follow and please.

This is somewhat similar to the "suspension bridge effect" in psychology, a kind of pathological self-PUA.

Qisi is not a psychiatrist and has no intention of correcting Lin Chen's weak psychology.

On the contrary, the current trend is completely in line with his expectations.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled narrowly: "Lin Chen, there is actually a reason why I chose to share a room with you."

Lin Chen was stunned: "What's the reason?"

Qisi showed a bright and gentle smile: "Probably because your name is very similar to the protagonist of the novel, I feel that it is not a loss to invest in it."

These words sounded like great relief, but a little too warm on the pale and cold background of the weird game.

Lin Chen had been feeling uneasy about not being trusted before, but now listening to Qisi's subtext, he obviously put aside his doubts and regarded him as one of his own.

He stayed for two seconds before answering with some embarrassment: "Uh... is there any? Haha, my parents love to read fantasy novels, so they probably named me after reading the novels..."

"Well, I am the only child of my parents. When they grow old, they will have to rely on me to take care of them... I can't die yet, I must live..."

Some insignificant chatting is helpful to shorten the psychological distance and reduce the barriers between strangers; too much dialogue will appear deliberate.

Qisi turned his back and pulled the sheet to cover himself: "Lin Chen, you died of 'kindness'. The weird game gives you a chance to live a new life, which may be a reward for your good deeds; I have a hunch that you Will survive."

"However, it's getting late now. If you want to survive, you need to fall asleep as soon as possible to avoid breaking the rules."

Lin Chen kept nodding: "Yeah! I'm going to sleep now!"

Qisi waited for his roommate to lie down, propped up half of his body, and went to blow on the oil lamp beside the bed.

A wick of light flickered twice and then disappeared, leaving nothing left but darkness.

In the darkness that connected all the scenery and fear, Lin Chen's trembling voice soon sounded: "Qi...Brother Qi, I'm a little scared and can't sleep..."

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Qis said with eyes closed, "I couldn't trust them, so I didn't say anything at the dinner table. But now I can tell you, I tested it out before, Miss Anna is alive - do you remember Rule No. Seven?"

"Uh...only ghosts can kill humans, so Miss Anna can't do anything to us?"

"Okay, so sleep peacefully."

ten minutes later.

Lin Chen murmured pitifully: "Brother Qi, I still can't sleep... At this time in the past, I was still taking evening classes, and I wasn't sleepy at all..."

Qisi said lukewarmly: "Count the sheep to a thousand. If you don't want to die, then go to sleep."

Lin Chen: "Yeah!"

Half an hour later.

Lin Chen whined like a gnat again: "Qi...Brother Qi, I'm sorry..."

Feeling the tool man's fear as vivid as a lamp, Zis opened his eyes in the darkness and let out a long sigh.

He stroked the bracelet on his right wrist, and small tools such as blades, iron wires, and silver needles were changed on his fingertips, and finally replaced by a small blunt awl.

He ordered: "Turn your back."

"Oh." Lin Chen didn't know why, but he still did it.

The next second, Qisi pierced his Fengchi point with an awl.

Seeing that this weak-looking guy finally passed out successfully, Qisi fiercely took back the crime tools and closed his eyes again.

In the dark silence, only shallow breathing could be heard.

In Qis's ocean of thought, four lines of bloody words were slowly woven, taking root in his memory as if they were alive.

【My chest is rotten】

【Flesh and blood spread on the ground】

[The rose lives here]

【Tomorrow together we will live forever】

Before, Zis flipped through the notebook on the desk casually and only read these four lines of poems transcribed on the title page.

At that time, he habitually recited the words silently in his mind, and suddenly he heard the hallucination of plants growing "rustling" in his ears, and even the fingertips that touched the pages of the book felt itchy, as if something was about to penetrate the epidermis and penetrate into the blood vessels.

He immediately gave up any plans to investigate further and pretended that nothing had happened.

For something that looks a bit dangerous, it would be safer to wait until daytime and let the tool man study it.

Well, let's trick Lin Chen into contacting him first. If the test doesn't produce any results, we can then lure other players to take the bait. If no one takes the bait, we can carry out moral kidnapping...

With such malicious calculations, Qiss fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.