Infinite weird games

Chapter 86 Hopeless Sea (Seventeen) Queue-queue

The pus-yellow eyes occupied half of the sky, converging the entire island within the scope of its gaze.

At the moment of sight, countless broken thought fragments poured into my mind, almost occupying the original rational thinking and becoming all cognition.

His consciousness was slowly torn apart, and his emotions were divided into categories. Qis felt like his shell was peeled off layer by layer like a shedding snake, leaving only the most fragile body to face the weirdest horror.

He suddenly gained a perspective of looking down from a high place. He watched his body get up from the bed, walked step by step to the window, and stared at the sea in the distance almost obsessively.

Shadows like fish scales floated on the sea shrouded in thick fog. The floating corpses of people who had come all the way to pay homage to the gods were prostrate devoutly. The soothing and almost stagnant wind carried distant songs. Qisi heard his own murmur:

"I really want to go to the beach... I really want to go to the beach..."

The evil spirit on the identity card twisted its tentacles made of black smoke uneasily. Qiss remained calm and looked down at himself in a withdrawn state.

The bubble of reason expanded and exploded, making a soft "crackling" sound.

The pictures in my mind flew by, and the clues I had sorted out before scrolled and played back in front of my eyes, arranged and reorganized.

Xu Maochun and Gao Musheng respectively correspond to two ways of death... The windows in Xu Maochun's room are wide open...

Variables and reasoning occurred and were completed in a second. At the moment of inspiration, the wandering soul poured into the body. Qisi let the inertia control his elbows and raised his hand to close the window.

This movement almost consumed all his energy. He gasped and leaned back against the center of the window pane, making a muffled sound.

The weird songs stopped abruptly, the weird scenes were blocked out, and there was only a wall between tranquility and terror.

After partially returning to consciousness, Qisi raised his hand and touched his face, which felt cold to the touch.

He felt the joyful smile on the corners of his lips, expecting that at this moment he must look like a doll with cheeks smeared with blush. This association made him laugh from the bottom of his heart, and he had to use his hands to recuperate the muscles in the lower half of his face.

There was a soft "squeaking" sound from his back, like sharp nails digging into the wooden wall. The sound brought about tactile synaesthesia, and Qisi felt a faint itching on his back.

The half-centimeter-thick wooden board was as thin as paper for a while, conveying the feeling of being rubbed through the fabric. From time to time, there were a few blows from various directions, getting heavier and heavier, as if trying to test which angle would make it easier to open the window. .

The good news is that the first point of death does come from the window. As long as the window is closed, it will be safe.

Bad news, the window will soon be knocked open.

Qisi's eyes slowly moved to Chang Xu, who was already asleep on the bed in front of him, and then fell on the bedside table next to him.

He hooked the bedside table to the window with his feet and placed it under the window slit. Then he jumped on the bed and dragged the dead Chang Xu down.

In just a second, the window was blown open by the wind again.

Qisi dragged Chang Xu and stared down at the floor, trying not to look at the scene outside the window.

When he was about to reach the window, he directly stood Chang Xu up in front of him.

I have to say that this guy looked thin, but was actually quite heavy to carry. Qisi staggered under the weight and almost fell backwards.

He took small steps to the bedside table he had placed before, placed Chang Xu in a sitting position on it, and closed the window again. After letting go, Chang Xu's back just pressed against the wooden window - perfect!

Chang Xu's eyes were closed tightly, and he was lying against the window like a dead body. The banging sound of "bang bang" sounded outside the window without stopping.

Qisi took a step back, touched his chin and looked at it for a moment, still feeling uneasy.

So, he took out the thin wire from the bracelet, placed it across the side of Chang Xu's neck, and then fixed the other two ends in the wall board.

Rule number two makes it clear that it is safe to sleep in a hotel room.

As long as the window is knocked open, the thin wire will cut off Chang Xu's neck, which is contrary to the rules.

Qisi stared at the old wooden window with leisurely eyes and smiled maliciously:

"Of course you can continue to try to kill me, but first you need to find a way to blow open the window without hurting the sleeping person..."

"Rules are supreme, even gods must abide by them - can you afford the price of breaking the rules?"

He sat down on the bed calmly, as if he had already understood the method and the answer.

And this is indeed the case.

The banging outside the window stopped, and in the dead silence, you could even hear the ticking of the hands of the watch.

Qisi's fingers tapped the edge of the bed one after another, and he waited silently for a long time, but no new changes appeared.

If he realized something, his sarcastic smile had a hint of compassion.

"These are cold and rigid rules."

A faint sigh filled the night sky. Qisi leaned on the bed and took a nap. He took out a compact tape recorder from the toolbar and pressed the play button.

[Sister and brother go to grandma’s house...]

The crisp children's song started playing, and Qisi cut to the next song without any expression on his face.

[Fearing and praying, I only see the sea and the souls who fell into the water...]

The song is melodious, like crying, declaring the purest faith in survival itself.

The distant waves seemed to be surging nearby, and the sound of the roaring tide sounded in my ears.

Qisi took out the strange Poseidon statue from under his pillow and held it in his hand, thinking silently:

"God, what is it?"

…

Regarding the question of what a god is, the fourteen-year-old Zis once had a completely different answer than he does now.

He thought that the sun suddenly fell to the ground in the dark sky, igniting a fierce forest fire, and dimming the stars and the moon - that was God.

Zisi has been an unpleasant child since he was a child. Within a few months of entering junior high school, he was isolated by his classmates because of his weird behavior.

He enjoys leisurely life, often holding dark and bloody books alone, sitting alone in a corner and reading quietly. Until one day, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat next to him holding a book.

The boy said: "You also like to read mystery novels, and so do I. Let's be friends."

In fact, Ziss never liked reading mystery novels, but the book he was holding called "The Demon of Dartmoor" happened to have a mystery flavor.

He asked the boy: "They said they would beat anyone who dared to ignore me. Aren't you afraid?"

The young man smiled gently: "I am the monitor, they don't dare to do anything to me."

After that day, the number of isolated people increased from one to two.

Qisi no longer believed in true friendship as early as elementary school, but he was still moved by the young man's self-sacrificial sacrifice. After accidentally seeing the injuries on the boy's body, he said: "I can kill them with you, and it won't leave too many traces."

The young man shook his head: "There are always things you can't do. People are not born to be beasts."

Qisi tilted his head and looked at him: "Then I allow you to kill me, and then all the trouble will be over."

The young man laughed and did not answer.

Later, Zisi was unexpectedly transferred to a junior high school in the countryside. When they left, he only had time to put a book into the boy's arms——

"The Devil on Dartmoor".

…

In the room, Liu Yuhan leaned against the wooden window and stayed awake all night.

The moment she discovered Yuna's secret, she realized that she and Zhang Hongfeng were bound to die, and it was only a matter of time before the final outcome came.

She shouldn't have taken Zhang Hongfeng to the kitchen. Even if there were key clues there, she shouldn't have been so arbitrary and impulsive...

In the past few dungeons, she had relied on her "Strange Notes" skill to decipher the secrets of the dungeon again and again. She was so smooth sailing that she underestimated the possible dangers.

And now she realizes that as a decision-maker, a mistake will not only cost her life, but also affect many people who believe in her judgment...

But it's too late. Liu Yuhan couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.

At this point, what if a lesson has been learned? Will she really have a future?

In the past year, she had been too trusting in "wisdom" and "information", thinking that she only needed to have the ability to solve puzzles to survive in the dangerous dungeon.

After gaining points, the first thing she does is never to buy life-saving props, but to designate old dungeons to enter, study puzzles and tricks, and write customs clearance strategies...

Amidst the compliments from "big bosses", she lost herself. Did she really think that her personal abilities were outstanding and could surpass the copy?

No, to be precise it is not lost, but a kind of indulgence. Survival is not an easy task. Living is too tiring for her. She doesn't want to spend too much energy thinking about other things. She even feels that death is not so unacceptable...

But when death is about to come, who can truly accept the silent death calmly?

It was useless to feel sorry for herself. Liu Yuhan forced herself to calm down and immersed herself in writing and drawing in her notebook.

Yuna didn't give her a soothing soup. Even if she could fall asleep, she would definitely wake up in the middle of the night. It was better to use the last time to conduct deductions, maybe she could get key clues and survive the disaster.

Over and over again on the page, she copied what she had seen and heard since entering the dungeon, even down to the demeanor and behavior of each player, just like a poor student who was rushing to fill in the blanks in the exam paper and get a score in the last half hour of the exam.

The bell rang, announcing that two more hours had passed.

The countdown to death kept ticking, and it became increasingly difficult for her to concentrate. The memories of the past kept coming up one after another, like a revolving door of what was heard and seen in the legend of a person dying.

She thought of the small town where she lived for the first half of her life. It was dark, dirty, cramped, and depressing.

She thought of the mountains of exercises, the red banners, the train bound for Jiangcheng, and the high-rise buildings on both sides.

She thought of the endless accusations and curses, the fragmented and entangled struggles...

The noise and chaotic picture were crushed into a ball, and a black metal card among the mottled color blocks was unusually vivid. At that time, she reached out and touched it as if possessed, just like she had received the pen from her father many years ago.

【In the weird game, you can get everything you want】

The voice told her so.

She said without hesitation, "I want a new life."

The clock struck twelve at midnight, and Liu Yuhan heard a rustling sound coming from outside the door. The sound was far away and near, as if it was wandering in search of something.

The tragic scene of Gao Musheng's body appeared in his mind. Liu Yuhan felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, her teeth couldn't stop chattering, and her face was as pale as paper.

In the face of death, everyone is vulnerable. She began to regret that she should not have offended Yuna so impulsively, and should not have rashly explored when there were only two of them...

——If you had it to do over again, would you still enter the weird game?

she heard her own voice question quietly.

She nodded and shook her head: "I don't regret it."

In an instant, the pages of the notebook in front of him were flying, and the dark golden writing like embroidery thread burning on fire burned lines of red gilt on the paper.

[Clue analysis in progress...analysis progress 1%]

The unknown presence outside the door has already locked onto the target, and a small rustling sound stops at the door, and the door panel is rubbed against the door, making a rustling snake sound.

[Analysis progress 37%]

Those things started knocking on the door, and the sounds of "dong dong dong" came one after another. They were not consulting or asking for instructions, but more akin to temptation and intimidation.

[Analysis progress 61%]

The knocking on the door became louder and louder, almost like smashing the door. The tribesmen one after another tried to break into the room with brute force. The rotten wooden door was already overwhelmed...

[Analysis progress 96%]

The door was knocked open from the outside, and countless black figures poured into the room. They were monsters with fish heads and human bodies, with strange fish scales dotting their bodies and suspicious mucus dripping from them.

At the last moment, Liu Yuhan calmed down, lowered her head and stared at the floating notebook, the illusive golden pen was scribbling on the page.

A strange picture gradually took shape, with a pair of scarlet eyes embedded in the blank darkness, and a pale figure standing under the bloody gaze...

[Analysis progress 100%]

With the last touch, the people in the picture have faces and expressions.

It was clearly a familiar face, but it seemed so unfamiliar at the moment. He smiled jokingly, but his eyes contained the indifference and compassion of a higher creature towards insects and beasts.

"God, save me, the cabin is crowded, corpses and cargo are piled up..."

Ancient songs were heard outside the corridor, full of noise as if they had been transcribed by a tape recorder, but they could still soothe the chaotic mind and bring a moment of peace.

Liu Yuhan raised her eyes and stared. The half-fish, half-human ghosts that were close at hand seemed to have been appeased. They stopped one after another, slowly turned around, and raised their heads towards the place where the singing came from.

They started to move, like a sleepwalker who hears the call from his hometown and follows it in confusion and confusion.

Liu Yuhan followed her out by mistake, maybe because of the guidance of her notes, maybe because the singing voice naturally has some kind of magic power.

She stood in the corridor, her whole body immersed in the dreamlike group thoughts, wrapped up in it, and disturbed by emotions that did not belong to her.

The ghosts had already suppressed all their restlessness, and were as ignorant as children. They were lining up outside the corridor with shuffling footsteps and water marks.

They have different shapes and crawl together, out of the pursuit of the hope of survival by the dead.

Liu Yuhan's figure was slumped, standing awkwardly among the ghosts, looking ahead.

The young man in a white shirt and black trousers held up an old-fashioned tape recorder with one hand and lowered it casually with the other hand like the conductor of a band.

"...Give up, give up, there is no hope of going home..."

Singing came from the tape recorder.

Surrounded by twisted and terrifying ghosts, the young man is calm and even indifferent, condescending, without sorrow or joy, and does not care about gain or loss, truth or illusion, alone or in a group.

But at that moment, he truly controlled a person's life and death.

- Like a god.

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Sorry everyone, this chapter has been stuck for a long time. The following are the reasons (explanations): First, I was about to get a big job, so I wanted to create a famous scene; second, I had some doubts about the handling of Liu Yuhan’s role, so I went to the Tieba forum for consultation. After a round of opinions, it has finally been finalized; thirdly, this chapter has pictures. I have been waiting for the artist to finish drawing, but I didn’t expect that the artist is also a procrastinator and has not touched a single stroke until now (this is the legendary bird of feathers flock together) ? )...The writing will (should) go more smoothly next, and the most difficult part is over, cough cough cough.