Infinite weird games

On March 13, Qisi got up early.

I don't know if it was because of the influence of the copy of "Carnivorous", but he found that his appetite became much stronger - he woke up from hunger.

Considering that there was no food without minced meat at home, he had to change into a white shirt and reluctantly went out. Within five minutes, he got into the crowded morning market.

The smog was still serious, and the reverberation of the noise was as usual a headache. The old radio was full of noise, and it muttered one message after another:

"The federal government plans to pass the Curfew Bill. No one is allowed to go out between 1 a.m. and 4 a.m. without special circumstances."

"The Public Security Bureau has launched a severe crackdown on the Tianping Church and has recently destroyed all its strongholds in Fujian Province."

"After investigation, the 'strange arrival incident' circulating on the Internet is a rumor, and the communicator has been arrested for promoting feudal superstition."

"..."

Qisi put on his headphones and walked into the breakfast shop on the corner of the street in a familiar way. The smell of oil smoke and sweat was immediately carried by the heat and hit his face.

The proprietress stood next to the frying pan, her hair tied back by a plastic cap, and her mask covering most of her face, only revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes. She carefully looked at the passing diners, and it seemed that if she just asked her a few questions about how she was doing, she would be happy. You can get a big basket of bitter water.

Qisi had no intention of understanding other people's lives, so he walked over and said concisely: "An egg pancake."

"okay!"

The proprietress neatly swung a piece of dough into the pot, cracked an egg on top, and added a piece of sausage.

"I don't eat meat," Ziss said.

The landlady obviously didn't believe it and kept chattering: "Why do you, a young man like you, suddenly stop eating meat? I still remember the last time you came here, the last time you came here, and the previous few times you came here. They’re all ‘egg-filled pancakes’.”

"Egg-filled cake" has one more word "guan" than "egg cake". In actual terms, it means one more sausage, which is three yuan more expensive.

Ziss emphasized his tone: "If you still remember consumer rights, I suggest you don't put meat in it."

"This is a joke. You young people spend all day scrounging for food rations. If you ask me, your body is your capital. You can't save food by saving anything..."

The proprietress wrapped up the dough in her own way and stuffed the sausage into it: "I won't charge you more, so I treat you as a treat. We are all regular customers. Why are you so different from me? Next time you come to eat , Auntie will give you a half discount!”

"My aunt's unlucky son is as old as you. His favorite food is egg-filled pancakes. He eats them every day and never gets tired of them."

"Oh, it's not easy for you young people. It's hard to find jobs..."

After listening to the chatter, Qisi almost realized that the landlady regarded him as an unemployed vagrant who couldn't find a job, and his maternal instincts overflowed for a while.

He thought for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and looked up the report about his specimen exhibition.

It was too cold, and his hands were a little sluggish because of the cold. Before he could call up any valid information, the landlady had already bagged the egg-filled pancakes and handed them over.

Qisi gave up the nonsense and paid nine yuan with Alipay. Then he picked up the plastic bag and walked out of the breakfast shop.

"Hey! Six yuan is enough! I won't charge you more!" Behind me, the proprietress shouted at the top of her lungs.

Zeiss pretended not to hear, quickened his pace, and almost hid himself in the crowd to avoid the plague.

Turning the corner, I saw an overturned trash can. The leftover soup flowed all over the floor, giving off a rotten stench.

A black dog with sparse hair was scratching at the edge of the bucket, lowering its head and poking at the leftovers spilling out of it with its mouth.

Smelling the aroma of fresh food, it raised its head tremblingly and stuck out its white tongue at Qiss, its amber dog eyes filled with greedy light.

Qisi threw the egg-filled pancake in his hand into the trash can, and it landed right in front of the black dog's mouth.

The black dog didn't know how to twist and turn. He lowered his head and took the meat and cake into his mouth. As if he had received a kind donation, his tail started to wag happily.

…

At eight o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, in the assembly hall of a hidden base.

Mu Dongxu, director of the first room of the Jiangcheng Branch of the Weird Investigation Bureau, was standing in front of the big screen to summarize his work.

He was wearing a dark green military uniform. Under his messy hair was an upright square face, with light wrinkles arranged neatly, showing the weather of the years.

In fact, he is not a professional soldier, but due to the special nature of the Weird Investigation Bureau, investigators will be equipped with uniforms and certificates of various organizations to facilitate investigations on various occasions. So broadly speaking, every investigator can be an army officer, policeman, civil servant, or even an archaeological team member...

"Last year, there were a total of five strange intrusions in Jiangcheng, with the highest being A-level and the lowest being D-level. There were two more incidents than the year before, and the overall danger level had gone up to a higher level." Mu Dongxu looked at the documents in his hand. , read out solemnly, "We still have no ability to effectively solve weird incidents above B level, and the response methods have not made any progress compared to ten years ago; but the penetration of weirdness into reality is getting stronger and stronger. If things go on like this, we will eventually One day I will lose the battle with the weird game.”

Someone whispered: "There were only five cases. I remember there were eight cases in 2023."

Mu Dongxu seemed not to have heard, and continued with a sullen face: "We have eradicated the power of the Sila Guild in Jiangcheng and cut off the largest source of strange pollution. Why are the number of strange invasions increasing instead of decreasing? The guild has been in power for more than thirty years. Is it possible that the Silas Guild really has no plans and can be eradicated so easily by us? "

After three questions, no one dared to laugh out loud. Everyone put away the joking on their faces and waited for the answer.

Mu Dongxu took a long breath and said:

"Fewer and fewer free players are willing to enter new dungeons to explore. Even if they have to match new dungeons, they lack the initiative to explore the world. More and more people are accustomed to the existence of weird games, and are more inclined to leave the dungeon than to try to If things go on like this, the hope of triggering the final copy will only get slimmer.”

"The further decline in the support rate of the 'Kyuzhou' guild can reflect the degeneration of cooperative thoughts and the rampant zero-sum game thinking. In the dungeon, more and more players are leaning towards the law of the jungle principle of the weird game, and their psychology has become twisted and crazy . Soon, we will have more than just weirdness to deal with.”

A young investigator raised his hand. After receiving approval, he stood up and asked: "Director, are you too pessimistic?"

"It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Since Weird Games has designed investment and other mechanisms, some people will naturally take advantage of it and stay alive. Even if these people insist on matching new dungeons, the probability of triggering the final dungeon is extremely low, and they will have no use except adding chaos. "

"Basically all the players on the list have certain psychological problems. If they want to survive, they have to adapt to the survival rules of the weird game. The weird game does not have a mechanism to strengthen the player's body. No matter how powerful they are in the game, in reality they are all just one shot. Things that can be solved..."

Mu Dongxu raised his hand and made a stop gesture: "Last week, the image of 'door' appeared in the prediction of Tingfeng Guild. The biggest weird thing in history has arrived, and there will be a gap between the weird game and reality. Opening the door to an unprecedented disaster."

"Headquarters and the Listening to the Wind Guild unanimously suspect that 'him' is related to the Twilight of the Gods twenty-two years ago."

"Weirdness will eventually run rampant in the world, and mystery will eventually come to the world. Soon, the technical problems that the Silas Guild took thirty years to solve, and the methods that the Balance Church is still struggling to find, will be easily realized. The barrier between games and reality will be broken, and strange events will be extradited into reality by 'He'."

Mu Dongxu took a deep breath and exhaled it, his deep eyes slowly scanning everyone in the venue.

After looking to a corner, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Xiao Chang, are you listening?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on one place.

In the corner of the venue, I saw a young man in a black sweatshirt sitting upright on a chair, holding a huge chicken drumstick in both hands, and munching quietly and religiously.

"Xiao Chang!" Mu Dongxu called again.

The young man raised his head suddenly, his black eyes as deep as pool water, and it seemed that his soul was no longer here.

Mu Dongxu sighed: "Xiao Chang, I finally cleared a copy of "Rose Manor" with TE, but I don't know anything about the process. You are young, can you eat?"

The young man said "hmm" and continued to chew on the chicken leg in his hand. After chewing the shreds of meat clean, he sucked the marrow juice from the bone.

Mu Dongxu: "Look at the stone tablet at Sunset Ruins. Where do you rank on the newcomer list? Are you sorry?"

"Um."

"Don't you know anything else but um?"

"oh."

Mu Dongxu couldn't bear it and raised his voice: "Bringing food in during meeting time will be demerited once!"

Hearing this, the young man's expression finally became serious.

He raised his head and looked at Mu Dongxu, and said seriously: "The contract says you get off work at six o'clock. It's already eight o'clock now. According to regulations, dinner time is at seven o'clock."

Mu Dongxu: "..."

Investigators: “…”

After five seconds of silence, an angry shout rang out over the Great Hall:

"Chang Xu! If you dare to let food appear here again, your food expenses will be halved next month!"