Infinite weird games

In front of him was a European-style cemetery, and it was night. Rows of pale tombstones stood neatly, as if the earth had grown teeth, and the loose soil was the festering gums.

A tall statue of a god was erected in the center of the cemetery. Its white and shiny appearance was smeared with a layer of glaze by the scarlet moonlight. The hands placed on the chest held a bright red object, which was cruel and dazzling.

Qisi walked over leisurely, and suddenly there was a "swish" sound behind his ears.

He turned his head in response and saw a white hand bone breaking out of the soil, looking like a bloody rose in the scarlet light.

"it's beautiful."

Qisi held his breath for fear of disturbing the rare beauty.

He watched intently as his hand bones bent and his fingertips dug into the soil, using the support of the ground to drag his entire body out inch by inch, like a ridiculous dance at a Dionysian banquet.

The bones of his hand twisted and struggled, but he could not pull himself out of the earth for a long time.

Qisi kindly stepped forward, grabbed the hand bone's wrist, used all his strength, and pulled it out like a carrot.

The "click" sound of broken bones sounded suddenly, as if I accidentally broke my father's finger bone when making a specimen for the first time in my memory.

Everything in the dream was chaotic and hazy, and the unpleasant memories failed to trigger the same amount of sadness, and were quickly suppressed by the illusion in front of me.

The bones of the hand are as smooth as jade, and the beauty is breathtaking. Thinking that he could soon take it as his own, Qisi smiled and frowned.

However, the next second, clusters of gray mist occupied all his sight, and a strong wind suddenly rose, blowing him backwards.

His back hit the ground, and his whole body trembled. Qisi opened his eyes on the bed and looked at the ceiling above his head, which was mottled with grass buds and black spots.

"When-when-when-"

The bell outside the door tolled in even rhythm.

It's three o'clock in the morning.

Qisi soon realized that Shen Ming's previous suggestion of "Don't think about anything and continue to sleep" was nonsense, as outrageous as "Don't think about the pink elephant".

He immediately put his right hand on his left wrist and counted the seconds based on his pulse.

The sound of light and skillful footsteps sounded above my head, like the tapping of a wooden cane or the dancing steps of a tiptoe. When I heard it, it sounded like ants crawling on my heart.

Ziss noticed that the footsteps upstairs were obviously different from Miss Anna's footsteps.

The voice was lighter and trembling, giving people the impression that they would lose their footing and fall down at any time.

Is there anyone else on the third floor? Who could it be? Is it a ghost or a living person?

Qisi turned his head and glanced at Lin Chen beside him. He was breathing evenly and was feeling dizzy.

Thinking that he might cause trouble by startling him, Zeiss gave up on trying to wake him up.

The footsteps above the head sounded again, then stopped suddenly without warning.

About half a minute later, a burst of footsteps of the same pace came from the direction of the stairs.

——Things from upstairs have come down.

Zeiss held his breath and stared in the direction of the door with his eyes open.

Slight murmurs lingered in the corridors, approaching and then receding, as if they were looking for something, yet unhurried, like walking aimlessly.

The sound stopped at a certain place, and then, there was a knock on the door in the silence, and a soft and slow "knock-knock" sound spread between the floors.

If Qisi remembered correctly, the door that was knocked was the door of Room 1 where Ye Zi and Zou Yan lived, which was diagonally opposite to his room.

The two of them were probably asleep, and the knock on the door was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, without causing a single ripple.

The thing outside the door knocked for a while, but when there was no response, it had to let out a long sigh and give up.

The footsteps sounded again, but they changed direction. This time, as if they had a target, they went from far to near in a few seconds.

"Knock knock knock."

The familiar knocking sound fell on Qisi's door, and the frequency was the same as the previous one.

The strong fragrance of flowers condensed in the air, and there was a hissing sound between the cracks in the door, as if something was trying to squeeze in.

Qissi sat up from the bed silently and turned the bracelet on his right wrist.

The cold blade popped out and was held between his fingers.

"Knock knock knock." The thing outside the door knocked three more times, and then stood silently for a while.

There was no response, the footsteps gradually faded away, and the strange noises between the cracks in the door stopped for an instant.

Qisi squinted his eyes slightly and breathed long and slow, almost blending into the silence around him.

Sure enough, the next second, the steps that were supposed to go away suddenly turned back.

It was an impressive comeback.

"Are you asleep?"

A woman's voice sounded outside the door, soft and slender, vague as if she was talking in sleep.

It sounded like Miss Anna's voice, but it was a little distorted, giving people an indescribable weird feeling.

Qisi remained silent, his fingertips firmly clasping the blade. A trace of tension stimulated untimely excitement, and his breathing became a little rapid.

"Are you asleep?" asked again.

The current situation is very clear. Staying awake at night undoubtedly means danger, but I don’t know how the danger will come and whether it will break into the door unreasonably.

From the beginning to the end, Ziss had been counting the seconds in his mind, so he can still tell the exact time - three eleven minutes and twenty-seven seconds in the morning.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the ghosts outside the door could not attack him directly.

"You're not sleeping, right? Let me in, okay?" "Miss Anna" outside the door said softly, as if persuading, as if pleading.

Qisi glanced at the rules on the system interface and stopped at the fourth one.

[4. Don’t refuse Miss Anna’s request and try to satisfy everything she asks. Miss Anna hates disobedient guests]

To satisfy Miss Anna's request, do we really have to open the door and invite her in?

However, is it really Miss Anna outside the door?

[5. Miss Anna likes to wear red skirts. Miss Anna wearing a red skirt can be trusted; if you see Miss Anna wearing black clothes, please try to keep a distance from her]

There isn't even a peephole on the door of the guest room. How can you tell what color Miss Anna is wearing outside the door?

The violation at dinner can be justified by saying "the law does not punish the public". Still violating the law now is almost equivalent to saying to God, "I want to die, don't save me."

Qisi touched his chin and thought for a while, then decisively decided to continue pretending to be dead.

After all, the person outside the door is clearly requesting. How can requests and demands be confused?

And doesn’t “try your best” itself mean something you can do or not do?

Ziss believed that his logic had no flaws and made sense.

No matter how you deal with an inevitable random event like a natural disaster like waking up at night, you cannot be 100% correct. Whether you live or die depends entirely on luck.

Although he has been unlucky since childhood, he is not afraid of gambling. As long as the risk is within an acceptable range, what if he loses?

After waiting for a long time for a response, Miss Anna's voice became sharp: "You're not sleeping! You must not be sleeping! Open the door and let me in!"

The door panel made the sound of nails digging into the wood. Zeiss could imagine how Miss Anna was lying on the door, scratching angrily.

But this also confirms one thing: Miss Anna cannot enter the room without the player's permission.

Qisi felt much relieved, and even found the sound of digging on the door particularly pleasant.

You will find it interesting just to imagine this scene of being unable to get in and being helpless and furious outside.

He sat upright with his knees in his arms, resting his chin on his knees and looking straight ahead with interest.

"You still don't see me...why? Why?"

Seeing that she couldn't open Qisi's door after all, as if she had given up, Miss Anna's voice sounded a bit pleading: "Please, let me in, okay? I just want to take a look at you..."

"Let me see you, I love you so much...please..."

The tone is sad and sorrowful, like a resentful girl who cannot love her, as if she is resentful and admiring.

"You clearly promised me that you would take me with you tonight... You have obviously made an appointment..."

"The time has come, why don't you come to me? I came to you, why don't you see me?"

Qisi, who was originally calm, stood on his head for a moment, and his shoulders finally couldn't help but tremble.

Fortunately, Miss Anna did not continue this script for too long.

After talking to herself for a while, she sighed quietly and murmured to herself: "It seems that she really fell asleep."

Light footsteps sounded, walking towards the last door.

Zeiss took a deep breath and exhaled, pushing the nausea back to the bottom of his stomach, but he couldn't relax for long.

In the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sound of wind whistling seemed to be real and illusory. Even though the windows were closed, the sound came straight in.

Almost without thinking, out of instinct, Zeiss lay back and closed his eyes tightly.

The moment he hit the bed, a gust of wind blew open the curtains from nowhere, and the stool holding the curtains fell to the ground with a clang, making a "crackling" sound.

The house key in his breast pocket felt faintly hot, and lines of text were refreshed on the system interface in the void.

[Name: Key to Room 2]

[Type: props (copies cannot be taken out)]

[Effect: When the holder is in the corresponding room, other entities cannot forcefully enter the room without the holder's permission]

[Note: Guests should also have the right to be alone, which is polite; of course, except when the host is extremely angry]

Qiss felt a line of sight falling on him as if it were substantial, licking every corner of it stickyly.

He calmly kept his breathing steady, as if he was really asleep.

The blade was pressed into the quilt with the fingertips, and it didn't move at this moment.

The gaze outside the window stayed for a full minute before reluctantly moving away.

There was a sigh floating in the night wind, which sounded like disappointment and helplessness: "It seems that I really fell asleep..."

At the same time, a knocking sound could be heard at the door of Room 3 of Shen Ming and Chang Xu, unhurried and never stopping...

…

In Room 3, Shen Ming opened his eyes as early as three o'clock in the morning.

Thinking of the first two rules, he panicked for a moment, and even the rhythm of his breathing was messed up for a few beats.

He is not a person with ideas. In fact, he became the workshop director of the factory by working through seniority. On weekdays, he does nothing if he can. This time, it was too bold for him to stand up, pretend to be fat, and seize the leadership position.

But he had no choice. This was his third dungeon. If the rumors were correct, his mortality rate in this dungeon would be much higher than that of others, and he would be shattered to pieces if he was not careful. He must take advantage as much as possible, preferably by tricking other players into going to mines for him.

Unfortunately, things didn't go well. Chang Xu had a good idea, no matter what he said, he kept a cold face and said nothing; Qisi looked gentle and harmless, but he obviously had his own plans; Zou Yan was unpredictable, and Lin Chen was dispensable...

Shen Ming couldn't help but blame his niece in his heart for giving him advice. She talked about "establishing a reliable and upright character" and "occupying the moral high ground". It was easy to say, but in fact, it was impossible to operate at all. Instead, she put herself on the line. Roast over fire.

He dragged this stupid niece into the game. He originally just wanted to find a backing for himself to test the death point, and didn't want to cause so much trouble.

"Knock knock knock."

The knock on the door passed through the first two rooms, like the guillotine falling suddenly on the execution platform, and finally arrived together with the footsteps.

Shen Ming's whole body tensed up and he broke into a cold sweat uncontrollably.

A soft female voice came from outside the door: "You're not sleeping, right? Let me in, okay?"

[4. Don’t refuse Miss Anna’s request and try to satisfy everything she asks. Miss Anna hates disobedient guests]

The rules on the system interface were clear and clear. Shen Ming sat up and was about to get out of bed.

Without warning, a pair of cold hands covered his mouth from behind and pushed him back onto the bed.

Shen Ming struggled violently subconsciously, and then heard Chang Xu's low voice coming from the side: "If you don't want to die, just be quiet. Don't let Miss Anna know that we are awake."

As if to confirm his words, the voice outside the door became shrill: "I know you're not asleep! Open the door and let me in!"

‘She already knows! It's against the rules if you don't open the door! ’ Shen Ming screamed silently in his heart, unable to stay rational anymore.

He struggled suddenly, and although Chang Xu was still controlling him on the bed, he still made a loud "bang" sound.

As if some switch had been touched, the door opened slowly and steadily with a long "squeak" sound.

A red figure stood at the door, with messy white hair covering most of his face. It was easy to think of the rumored red-clothed ghost who came here to seek his life.

Shen Ming was startled, then remembered that the fifth rule said "Miss Anna in a red skirt can be trusted", and he felt relieved again.

However, in the next second, several vines stretched out from the darkness, entangled the red figure and dragged it back, mixed with the sobs of "Why do you still come to see him?"

Several more vines rushed straight into the room, heading towards the big bed.

Shen Ming's heart almost stopped beating, but fortunately he was not completely unprepared. Before entering the dungeon, he donated most of his wealth to the guild in exchange for life-saving props.

He raised his hand tremblingly, held the amulet hanging on his chest, and activated its effect.

[Name: Disaster-Reversing Talisman]

[Type: props]

[Effect: Minimize the sense of presence and avoid strange sight (duration 30 seconds)]

[Note: They can’t see you anymore, so they have to find your roommate]

The amulet in the palm of his hand was faintly hot, and Shen Ming saw that the vines that were originally coming towards him turned around and stabbed Chang Xu next to him...

In fact, I had been thinking about the whole time trick before writing it, but I felt that it would be easy to fail if I did this in the first copy, so I regretted that I stopped.