Infinite weird games

Chapter 87 Hopeless Sea (18) Role - Role

When Chang Xu opened his eyes, the bell from the distant bell tower struck the fourth time.

He sat up straight from the bed, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and his waist and back felt suspiciously sore, as if he had been sitting on a hard bench all night.

He was a little confused and turned his head slightly, only to see Qiss sitting on the bed next to him, lowering his head and fiddling with the watch on his left wrist.

There was also a man and a woman standing awkwardly next to them, it was Zhang Hongfeng and Liu Yuhan.

Chang Xu thought for a moment that he was still dreaming, otherwise how could he see such a crowd gathering as soon as he opened his eyes?

He remained calm and looked sideways at Qiss: "What happened last night? What did you do?"

The experience in "Rose Manor" had already made him aware of Chiss's unscrupulous behavior.

Therefore, his first reaction now was that Zis already knew part of the solution and implemented it behind his back.

Qisi raised his eyes to look at him, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then smiled brightly: "A lot of interesting things did happen last night, and I did know the world view of this copy..."

Chang Xu pricked up his ears and held his breath.

Then I heard the young man chuckle: "It's a pity that I don't plan to tell you this time."

"..." Listen, is this what people say?

Zhang Hongfeng felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere and quickly came to the rescue: "Brother Si won't say anything, but he probably has his own plans. I've heard before that some things are more dangerous the more you know about them."

Liu Yuhan added from the side: "It was Si Qi who saved us last night. Without him, Uncle Zhang and I wouldn't be alive today."

Chang Xu had an intuition that the three people in the room were hiding something from him, and most likely reached some agreement behind his back. But without concrete evidence, it’s hard to push too far.

There was something wrong with everything. Chang Xu looked at Qisi and said firmly: "You didn't drink the soothing soup last night. You induced me to drink the soothing soup first because you wanted to act alone while I was asleep."

Qisi said "Yeah" and threw the recorder casually: "Didn't someone on the forum summarize it? Weird games generally don't tie the player's life and death to the happiness and anger of an NPC. Let's please Yuna in exchange for the soothing soup. It must not be the only solution to the point of death.”

"I have some guesses about how to spend the night, so I wanted to test it out. If it succeeds, everyone will be happy; if it fails, it will only kill me. By the way, it can also mess up Xi La's plan, so why not?"

Chang Xu suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes flashing: "Why do you take such a big risk? You obviously have the soothing soup, so you can ignore other people's."

"What are you thinking about?" Qisi tsked, lowering his eyes and said, "I just want to decipher the world view and improve my performance rating."

Everyone's definition of the value of life is different. In Zis's eyes, if you can't control the overall situation in the most perfect way, you might as well die.

But in the eyes of others, this is a bloody drama that sacrifices oneself for others.

Chang Xu felt for a moment that he had misunderstood Chiss a lot before, and that he might not be as morally weak as he thought.

He was about to say something, but Qiss had already stood up, walked straight to the door, and pushed it open.

Zhang Hongfeng and Liu Yuhan were here to avoid disaster. Now that the crisis was over, they couldn't help but thank each other and went out to disperse.

Chang Xu was confused for a moment alone, then walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Qisi, and silently started to work behind the scenes.

Compared to the first day, the players all got up relatively early today. Not long after the four bells rang, there was already a line of people standing in the corridor.

Some people's complexion was visibly bad, with sunken eye sockets and droopy eye bags, and they looked like they would fall asleep at any moment.

I don't know whether it was because of the stuffiness or because sleepiness was contagious. After standing in the corridor for a while, Qisi felt tired and let out a long yawn.

"You didn't sleep last night, can you hold on?" Chang Xu asked.

Qisi narrowed his eyes and made a joke: "When I die, I will have plenty of time to catch up on my sleep."

These words sounded very ominous. Chang Xu vaguely sensed something different and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Did something happen? I have a lot of contact with weird things. If something happens, I might be able to help."

Qisi smiled coldly and asked abruptly: "Brother Chang, you only sleep for such a short time every day, aren't you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy." Chang Xu didn't know what was going on, but still answered seriously, "When the bell strikes ten, you fall asleep and wake up when it strikes four. If converted to a twenty-four-hour clock, you can sleep twelve hours a day. . And seven to nine hours of sleep is enough for adults.”

Qiss was noncommittal and smiled strangely: "You have so much energy."

While the two were talking, Lu Li was supported by the long-haired young man and walked out of the room.

He changed into a suit, and the bleeding on his leg had stopped. Apart from his pale face, there wasn't much difference.

After standing firm against the wall, he looked around at the players gathered in the corridor and frowned slightly: "There is one person missing, Hans didn't come out."

Zisi remembered that Hans was the white man with stubble on his face. He questioned Lu Li's proposal to live together on the first day, and had an argument with the long-haired young man on the second day. He was a character who refused to accept anyone and liked to mess around.

Such a person doesn't look like he's going to stay in bed, and he's probably in trouble.

Several players had already reacted and knocked on Hans' door, violently breaking it open within seconds.

Chisi walked into the room languidly among the crowd.

Unlike the room where the dead man lived the day before, this room was still dry. The salty smell of the sea water was within normal limits, and the players had long been used to it. The faint smell of blood is almost inaudible, and there is no trace of blood visible at first glance. The most conspicuous thing is the mold spots and stains on the wall.

Hans's body lay flat on the bed quietly, as if asleep. If such a big movement hadn't woken him up, no one would have thought that he was a corpse at this time.

Qiss sniffed the light smell of blood and looked in the direction from which the smell came.

In a shadow-shrouded corner of the room, an extremely inconspicuous hammer lay quietly at an angle, with blood stains still stained on the hammer head that had not had time to be washed off.

Lu Li obviously noticed the hammer, his face changed slightly, and his lips trembled visibly.

The long-haired young man felt something strange about him, understood immediately, helped him walk over, bent down and picked up the hammer.

They were making a lot of noise as they came and went. The other players gathered around and looked at each other in shock after seeing the bloody hammer.

Lu Li took a long breath and said in a harsh voice: "If my feeling is correct, this should be the murder weapon that almost killed me yesterday. Only this type of hammer can smash the back of my head from that angle."

The real murderer who was still being searched for yesterday evening died this morning. No matter how you look at it, this is ridiculous.

Some players reluctantly questioned: "Could it be framed?"

Someone immediately said: "No, it should be him!"

The man came to a conclusion and then analyzed rationally: "I should have thought it was him. If you want to quickly penetrate the victim's skull, you must be at least taller than the victim. There are not many of us taller than Professor Lu. He is just right." He is the most powerful among them.”

This hindsight remark was well-founded and was unanimously recognized by the players. When everyone looked at the corpse on the bed, their eyes had a hint of "deservedly dead".

Lu Li motioned to the long-haired young man to help him to the bed.

After standing still, he lifted the sheet from the body and focused his gaze on the right side of the body.

Qisi stepped forward and followed Lu Li's gaze. He saw that the right hand of the corpse was strangely twisted, and the skin was mottled with wooden patterns, as if it was not a human hand, but a piece of wood.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a circle of white silk thread wrapped around the little finger of that hand. The texture is flexible, just like the silk thread that pulls the puppet.

"Puppet master." Lu Li spit out three words, his voice trembling.

"I have dealt with him before. Please be careful not to touch the puppet's body... Anyone who touches it may be parasitized by the puppet's threads."

Upon hearing this, the players scrambled to retreat. Some even retreated outside the door, wishing to stay as far away as possible.

Everyone's faces turned ugly. As official players, their ability to collect information is not much worse. They are no strangers to the title Lu Li mentioned.

"Puppet Master? How could it be him?"

"What a bad luck. I didn't reach the dead line at all. I was so free that I matched the dungeon at this point!"

"It's impossible for someone of that level to be here... right?"

For most people, the Puppet Master only exists in legends. His real name, appearance, gender, and abilities are unknown. All more specific information is shrouded in fog, as if he is just a code name or a totem. Born to draw the guild.

Will this kind of existence, which has been packaged as a god in legends passed down by word of mouth, actually end up in person?

"It's not the puppet master himself." Lu Li took a deep breath and regained his composure, "If he were here, none of us would be alive now."

"What is coming should be just his puppets. They are no different from ordinary players when they are not under his control. He has thousands of puppets at hand, and he may not be able to notice us. We just need to clear out all the puppets as soon as possible. "

Lu Li paused for a moment, and his eyes behind the lens glanced at all the players: "Xila's configuration of the official copy is usually a group of three people, which means that there are probably two puppets mixed in among us. Next, you guys Everyone has to be careful - including me."

Deathly silence spread like threads in the almost stagnant air. Five people have died, and the remaining ten are in the dark. No one can be trusted.

The pressure brought by the main mission and the dungeon's own mechanism has not been completely diluted, and a new crisis that has been brewing for a long time has been unveiled. No one can maintain a good mentality.

In the silence, Qisi suddenly asked: "How did he die?"

Nine lines of sight focused on him. As if he was unaware, he pointed at the corpse on the bed: "He most likely spent points to enter the designated dungeon. He must have some knowledge of the information about this dungeon before entering. How old does he have to be?" Why did the trash die so inexplicably?"

"Who knows?" The doubt was obvious. Lu Li didn't know what he thought of. He raised his hand to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses and sighed, "The mechanism and weird rules of the dungeon can never be exhausted..."

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