Infinite weird games

Not all evil deeds will be judged as sin;

Not all sins are punished either.

——"Volume 2: Crime and Punishment"

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The dark night shrouded the sky over the cemetery, and from time to time a few red-eyed crows flew over and settled on the tombstones.

Qisi sat next to a short grave and fiddled with the newly plucked skeleton arm in his hand, like holding a bouquet of freshly picked crystal orchids.

One by one, white bone claw grass shoots out of the ground like buds, arranged crookedly and brightly and randomly. The thick black grave soil is soon covered with white flowers.

"Chisi... we died miserably..."

"You have to pay with your life... pay with your life..."

The wind carried the sobs of the undead. Qisi stood up and looked around, seeing a familiar statue standing in the distance.

The statue is bathed in the cold moonlight, covered with a thin layer of light red, and its lowered eyes look like pity and ridicule.

Qisi walked towards the statue step by step, trampling the fallen leaves on the ground, causing the crows to scream "Ahhh" in surprise.

Crows flew up like an evil wind and circled overhead. The fluttering wings made a strange sound of "hula hula".

"Wow!"

Lightning struck without warning, lighting up half of the sky and sending a tree of monsters flying away.

A cracked tombstone stood in front of him. The words on it were clear for a moment under the illumination of electric light. Qisi could only make out the word "Qi".

A shrill female voice screamed in her ear: "You killed me, you killed me...I want to pay with my life..."

Qisi tilted his head slightly, and a face covered by long hair was pressed against the tip of his nose. There were blood and tears flowing down from his empty eyes, filled with resentment and resentment.

"First, you committed suicide." The memory in Qisi's mind was confusing, but he corrected him kindly, "Second, I fulfilled your wish."

"Third, I have dealt with any evidence that can implicate me. I don't believe they can still find me after five years... So, why should I pay with my life?"

The woman in a red dress was covered in bloody knife marks, and at first glance she looked like she was spliced ​​together from fragments.

She raised her hands and strangled Qisi's neck, spitting out blood.

"I'm going to kill you...I'm going to kill you..."

Why can't you understand people?

Qisi looked at the woman in front of him distressedly, grabbed her hand, and broke off her fingers one by one.

The woman let out waves of resentful screams, and Qisi was the first to bear the brunt. However, he remembered something, bent over and burst into laughter.

Crazy emotions permeated the entire scene, the night glowed with a strange red light, and began to tremble violently.

Cracks extended from the edges of the picture, and soon spread throughout the whole, as if it would fall apart at any time.

[The countdown has ended and we are about to enter the next copy]

The cold electronic sound extinguished the chaotic nightmare, and the woman disappeared in an instant.

Zeiss found himself standing under a huge golden tree filled with black smoke.

The branches and leaves of the giant tree reach into the sky, heads hang from the hanging vines, and the roots like blood vessels penetrate deep into the mud. The corpses of various creatures are crawling on them, some have just begun to rot, and some have become bones.

"It's this dream again..." The memory finally returned completely, Qisi yawned blearily, "I haven't dreamed about that for a long time, is it hinting to me?"

Over the years, he has been deliberately training his will. Over time, even his dreams have become sober and controllable, making it almost impossible to be hypnotized and induced.

But after dreaming about "that thing" again after many years, he still lost the ability to "wake up" and was confused and confused by the illusory situation.

Even though he quickly regained his self-awareness, he still felt a little uneasy now, and felt that he needed to go back to his ancestral graves in his hometown in the countryside to dig up and take a look.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

The top priority is to clear more dungeons and bring more powerful props into reality.

All fear comes from insufficient firepower. If he can have enough power to compete with the official, he will naturally not have so many worries...

The scene changed, and there was a glimmer of light in front of my eyes. A life-size mirror appeared in sight, and prompt text slowly refreshed on the mirror.

[This copy is your third copy]

[After clearing this copy, you will become an official player and unlock all game features]

Qisi tilted his head and looked at it for a while, but what came to his mind was the scene at the end of the copy of "Carnivorous".

The god-level NPC told him: "In the next game, you will get symbols and revelations from the puzzles."

The oracle is most likely ambiguous, but the information contained in it may not be without value.

A lot of things happened six years ago, creating a lot of problems that Qisi still hasn't been able to figure out.

He was very curious about what kind of answer he would get in this copy.

[The countdown has ended, please enter the copy immediately]

The electronic sound sounded again, implying an urging.

Qisi raised his feet and stepped into the mirror, as if he were plunging into a pool of stagnant water.

The overwhelming darkness pressed in, and lines of silver-white writing flew across the void, accompanied by an emotionless announcement:

[A copy is being randomly generated...]

[The copy is loading...Loading completed]

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[Copy Name: "Dialectical Game\