Infinite weird games

It was already twelve o'clock when Qisi arrived at his hometown in the countryside.

He got out of the taxi and walked directly in the direction of the old house in his memory.

Along the way, I met some working villagers here and there. Most of them had unfamiliar faces, and they looked furtively at this uninvited guest.

There were also a few people who looked familiar, and they talked earnestly: "That's the one who killed his parents, and also killed the whole family..."

The countryside of this era has reached its twilight, leaving only broken bricks and dead grass like skin flakes and white hair, as well as boundless loneliness and desolation.

Qisi hadn't been back for a long time, but he quickly located the two-story building among the crooked old houses that had been renovated six years ago.

He walked over and took the key to insert it into the keyhole. He didn't insert it for a while, only to find that the door had been replaced with a new lock.

The situation became interesting. Qisi pursed his lips to suppress an inappropriate smile, pulled out the thin wire from the bracelet, and pried open the lock.

It was dinner time, and a large family was sitting at the dining table inside the door; a child about three or four years old was sitting in a toy car, driving back and forth by the door.

The moment Qiss pushed the door open, everyone was visibly stunned.

Several adults were the first to react, stood up one after another, and walked toward the door with unkind expressions.

Before they rolled up their sleeves, Qiss had already picked up the collar of the child next to him, put him in his arms, and said with a half-smile, "I don't remember when I sold or rented this house."

Maybe he finally remembered the identity of the visitor, or maybe the way Zis held the child was too scary. The woman at the dining table quickly apologized and said, "Oh, it's you who's back? We're all neighbors, why are we so different? That's not it. Auntie sees that you are away from home all year round, and is afraid that the house will be dirty if it is empty for a long time, so I will come over and check it for you when you have time. "

"Really?" Qisi also smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, but with my uncle's family watching here, I feel relieved, so I don't need to trouble others anymore."

Ignoring the strange expressions on their faces, he seemed to have thought of something and asked humbly: "By the way, I came back to move a grave for them. Is there anything I need to report?"

"This... you also know the rules. Don't touch a person easily after he is buried. Otherwise, it will not only ruin the family's luck, but also harm the feng shui of the neighbors."

"so?"

"If you really want to do this, just hold a pig-killing feast and give everyone in the village a red envelope worth 1,800 yuan..."

"It's so troublesome, let's forget it." Qisi paused for a moment, looked up at the man in front of him who was clearly in charge, his eyes flashed red, "I may come back in the future, so you'd better change the locks."

The man laughed: "No problem, no problem, it should be!"

In the dark palace of thought, a golden quill quickly wrote lines of text on the blood-colored pages.

In the upper left corner of the sight, a new system prompt slowly refreshed:

[The contract has been signed. This contract is guaranteed by the rules of the world and cannot be violated by any existence]

Because I agreed verbally, I skipped the dice-throwing step and was directly judged as a success?

Qisi raised his eyes slightly, bent down and put the frightened child in his arms on the ground, then turned around and went out.

After crossing the threshold, he turned back and said with a smile: "By the way, if you really want to live here, remember to clean up the house. When my cousin was carried out, there was corpse oil all over the floor."

The faces of the people inside the door became even more ugly, and they probably couldn't eat anymore.

Chiss kindly closed the door tightly and made a phone call.

In the afternoon of the same day, the Jincheng Funeral Law Enforcement Team received dozens of reports: Many families in Qijia Village were buried illegally and occupied farmland and homestead resources. It is hoped that the relevant departments will solve it as soon as possible...

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On the afternoon of March 20, Qisi was sitting at home in Jiangcheng, eating instant noodles and taking a phone call.

The man on the phone said coldly: "Mr. Qi, this is the Jincheng Funeral Law Enforcement Team. After investigation, your family has illegal burials. Please complete the rectifications before March 31, otherwise enforcement will be enforced."

On January 1, 2029, the federal government revised the "Funeral Management Regulations" and required citizens around the world to unconditionally change burials to cremations. The intensity is staggering. Now that I think about it, it should be to deal with some strange events in reality and to directly solve the problem at its root.

However, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. Many villages adhere to the agreed-upon clan rules and customs, and still cover up each other and carry out burials in secret. If it weren't for Qisi's righteous extermination of relatives and a wave of reports, the law enforcement team might not have thought that someone was buried in a corner of the fields behind the mountain.

"Mr. Qi, this is our job, and we hope you can cooperate." The other party's tone left no room for doubt.

Qisi put down his chopsticks and said calmly: "You can burn it and just scatter the ashes on the ground. It's troublesome."

"?"

"My grandparents and uncle's family believe in returning to their roots. Let them rest in peace in the land where they were born and raised." Zis finished speaking in a sad tone, hung up the phone neatly, and finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

He laughed for a while and then stopped. He finished the instant noodles happily and washed the dishes in a happy mood.

There are still two days before the deadline for entering the dungeon, but there seems to be nothing else to do at the moment.

Qisi washed his face, lay down on the bed, and let his consciousness sink into darkness.

【Returning to game space】

In the ruined temple filled with smoke and dust, Qiss opened his eyes on a high-backed chair.

[System interface update completed]

A line of text refreshed before my eyes, just like a prompt after a computer restarts.

Immediately afterwards, a line of prop bars appeared in the lower left corner of the line of sight, showing the icons of each prop, which were a red rose, a white finger bone, and a rectangular tape recorder.

[Ghost Driver's Recorder], an unexpected harvest from the "Meat Eater" dungeon, had been directly saved into the item inventory by the weird game before, and now it was really time to meet Qiss outside the dungeon.

Zeiss tried to bring up the recorder from the toolbar and got a "failed" message:

[This prop has a special nature and can only be used in the dungeon. It cannot be bought, sold or taken out of the game through the mall]

Qisi picked up the fate pocket watch that he had placed on the table, and sure enough he saw a clock pattern in the toolbar.

When he puts it down, the pattern disappears; when he picks it up again, the pattern appears.

It's just... quite fun.

The long black stone carved table in front of him was still diligently playing the death scenes of other players. The life-size mirror on the left reflected the side face of Zeiss, and slowly condensed a line of constantly changing countdown:

[Left until forced loading of the instance: 2 days, 5 hours, 47 minutes and 26 seconds]

Qisi had enough fun and put the destiny pocket watch into his trouser pocket. The moment he completed the entire action, his eyelids twitched slightly, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

He thought for a moment, entered the game mall, and spent 500 points to buy a [Prop Appearance Modification Coupon].

A piece of yellow talisman appeared out of thin air in front of Qisi's eyes.

[Name: Prop Appearance Modification Coupon]

[Type: props]

[Effect: Modify the form of the prop within a reasonable range and appropriately reduce its sense of presence]

[Remarks: A common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade]

The time retracement effect of the Destiny Pocket Watch is incredible even for official players, and Qiss doesn't want to be targeted for it.

At that moment, he took out the copper pocket watch from his arms and placed it on the yellow talisman.

The firelight flickered for two seconds, and after it dissipated, only a silver wristwatch remained. The standard was ordinary.

Qisi put the watch on his left wrist and looked with satisfaction at the [Destiny Pocket Watch] in the item bar with an extra line of notes:

[Maybe its scientific name should be ‘Destiny Watch’? 】

When everything was ready, Qiss stood up from the high-backed chair and stepped into the black vortex of the full-length mirror as usual.

[You have become an official player. Do you want to spend points to select a specific copy to enter? 】

[Note: After selecting the dungeon, you can experience the full dungeon process, but you will not be able to obtain points rewards, unlock endings and achievements]

Zis learned from the forum that if you don't specify a copy, you will most likely be thrown into a completely unfamiliar copy.

Many players who are forced to enter the game are happy to spend points to enter a safer copy after the countdown ends and survive in the world.

There are also some theoretical players who will repeatedly clear difficult dungeons in order to understand all the mechanisms, or provide strategies in exchange for benefits, or just to satisfy their desire for exploration and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Of course, there are also a small number of veteran players with twisted psychology who will enter the novice copy specifically to kill newcomers for fun.

However, the points required to specify a copy are often expensive, and the fun brought is far less than the cost. Zeiss hates deals that are too low value for money.

"No need." He said, "If I don't take the initiative to bring it up in the future, you don't have to ask anymore."

[Default settings have been saved for you]

[You performed well in the novice pool copy and obtained the qualification to live broadcast. Do you want to start the live broadcast? 】

Zeiss: "No."

He does have a strong desire to perform, but he has always been willing to be a director who plans grand dance dramas, and has no interest in being a monkey on the stage.

The anti-intellectual wave can carry or capsize a boat, and both the supply and demand sides caught up in it are fuel for the carnival. There are always people who think they can guide public opinion and become opinion leaders; how do they know that they are not puppets pushed to the stage by people behind the scenes?

Labeling, fragmentation, entertainment... If all of these are part of "sin", Qisi just wants to be a hyena hiding in the dark, enjoying the food seasoned with blood.

[Default settings have been saved for you]

[A copy is being randomly generated...]

[The copy is loading...Loading completed]

Thanks to Feihuangnuonuo for the 500-point reward, and thanks to Manfanshuofan for the 100-point reward! Thanks to Jiange Tianqi, Weiyu 233, and Book Friends 20191219151144628 for their monthly votes! (I don’t mean to diss the live broadcast article in this chapter, I just want to express my attitude. This book will not deal with the live broadcast word count/live broadcast settings for other purposes. It is related to the "behind the scenes" pie I drew before hehehe)