Infinite weird games

Chapter 90 Hopeless Sea (Twenty-one) Upset-Inverted

Last night, Qiss asked Yuna: "Now that things have happened, I am very curious about what your wish is. To create a new sea area that belongs to you outside of reality and proclaim yourself the king here?"

Yuna smiled and gestured: "That is their wish."

The slaves were convinced of the existence of Poseidon and jumped into the sea in despair, like antelopes jumping off a cliff to commit suicide.

They used their lives as sacrifices, and the group thoughts built up a long dream that would never wake up, blocking the entire sea area leading to foreign lands.

It seems that as long as this is done, their people will no longer have to leave their hometown; as if as long as this is done, they can never go to the continent that scares them...

Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, the existence of the "Bermuda Triangle" did not reduce the enthusiasm for "triangular trade". Profit-seeking businessmen opened up more routes just to continue chasing power and gold.

"A stupid and naive idea." Zeiss commented with a smile, "Use escape and retreat to fight greedy human nature. The so-called sacrifice is nothing but useless sentimentality."

Yuna lowered her eyes, and the smile on her lips became even wider: "It's not useless."

Scenes of bizarre phantoms are presented as coherent pictures, and the illusions of the past are clearly visible.

The streets were overflowing with yellow-green smelly water, and the houses were filled with the stench of rotten vegetables and mutton fat. Dead fish with white bellies were often stranded on the coast. Soon these stale fish carcasses were sent to seafood sellers. Paving.

A girl born in such a small town was born unable to speak, and horrible fish scales grew on her throat.

People said she was a devil and her illness was a curse. Some people advocated burning her as a witch, but the bishop with red clothes and red eyes never approved.

The town relies on the sea for its livelihood. The townspeople often go to sea for fishing and trade, and the girl often sails on the sea with her parents' ships.

One day, the girl's parents fished out a strange corpse from the sea. The parents were shocked by the dead appearance of the corpse and soon threw the corpse back into the sea. However, the girl accidentally took away the idol from the corpse and secretly took it with her.

After the idol returned to the town with the girl, all the townspeople heard the evil god's ravings and dreamed of strange sea areas. They don't know the source of the change and attribute it to the girl's curse.

They guessed it right by mistake, but the girl didn't care. The world had never been kind to her anyway, and there was no need for her to leave room for the world. As long as the townspeople can't kill her, she'll do more for her own benefit.

She worshiped strange gods devoutly, began to listen to the sound of the sea, and peered into deeper secrets. She wanted to escape from the small town that bound her and control her own destiny.

Finally one day, the girl got instructions from Poseidon.

The life card of [Scarlet Priest] gave a revelation in a dream. God said: "Send enough sacrifices to the storm, and I will give you what you ask for."

So, the girl boarded a foreign ship with her beauty and went to a distant continent with the slaves...

The memory belonging to Yuna ended abruptly. Qisi's tone was half sigh, half approval: "You have used their lives to prove your value as a believer of Poseidon, and you can get what you expect in this sea area without being bullied." "

Yuna nodded and gestured with a meaningless word: "The confused and desperate lamb needs a god to guide him, even if it is just a vicious lie."

Qisi was silent for a long time, as if he finally understood a cold joke, he laughed crazily and burst into tears.

…

Angela is not from Xila, and through the process of elimination, the answer is ready to come out.

Under the dim sky, Qisi smiled and walked towards the hotel alone.

The two-story wooden building was soaked by the humid air, and the salty smell turned into salt grains and spread on the surface. The brown building was inconspicuous under the dim sky, as if it would blend with the background at any time and disappear into thin air.

With a strange solemnity and solemnity, Qisi stopped in front of the hotel door and opened the door.

None of the other players have returned yet. Only Lu Li stayed in the hall because of his inconvenience.

He was sitting in the shadows, holding a black-covered book in his hand, holding the pages between his fingertips, and reading quietly, as if he was just enjoying the holiday afternoon.

Sensing Qisi's gaze, Lu Li raised his head and smiled slightly: "Time is precious, even in weird games, it should not be wasted. When you don't know what to do, reading is the option that will never go wrong."

The voice was casual and soothing, as if he was just chatting with an old friend after a long absence.

Qisi walked over, stood half a step away from him, and asked with interest: "Is this book good?"

Lu Li closed the book, raised the cover and shook it. Only then did Qisi see that the cover was not completely black, but instead had a delicate and strange oil painting drawn on the upper right corner of the front.

In the oil painting, a half-naked woman's corpse lies in white on the autopsy table, with a gray-black skeleton Death and a tall, thin horse standing next to it.

"The Devil of Dartmoor is a very interesting story. The legendary devil pushed an innocent girl off the sea cliff. The core is surprisingly similar to the terrifying legend behind this copy, isn't it?"

"Beauty and ugliness, good and evil, the cruelty of human nature, the stupidity of groups, these factors are mixed together to become a literary motif that will never go out of style. Unless you watch the end, you will never know who the culprit is and who will kill the deer."

Zeiss smiled: "It's just a boring story using narrative tricks."

Lu Li was not angry.

He opened the book again, his tone as calm as a pool of water: "Many simple answers and simple events will present unprecedented complexity and artistic beauty through the novelist's pen. After turning the pages and entering the story, At that moment, we are all trapped in the situation, how can we see the outcome clearly?"

Qisi heard the implication and laughed out loud.

He laughed for a while and counted on his fingers what he had experienced since entering the dungeon: "On the first day, you were the first to propose cooperation, intending to seize the dominant position."

"But you know, formal players are not as easy to deceive as newcomers, and they cannot trust you without reservation just because of a few words. So, you let Hans raise questions, and then Ye Linsheng stands up to defend you, and the three of them stage a game Put on a big show and effectively distract other people's attention, making us subconsciously ignore your doubts. "

"After that, you naturally took out the emblem of Kyushu, put yourself on the moral high ground, and established a 'just and friendly' persona. Then Ye Linsheng exposed your so-called real identity, completely dispelling other players' suspicion of you, and harvesting them of trust.”

Qisi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Even I was almost fooled by you. Although the plot development on the first day almost completely conformed to the logic of drama development and was full of the illusion of deliberate performance, who would have thought that there would be Are two people willing to sacrifice themselves and perform seamlessly?"

Lu Li raised his head and stared into Qisi's eyes, the vision behind the lenses was dim and unclear.

Ziss continued: "The next day, you put yourself in the position of the victim and staged a painful plot to further deepen the trust of other players in you and arouse my suspicion of Angela. At the same time, you will' The existence of the Xila members was buried behind the incident, paving the way for the introduction of the 'Puppet Master' this morning."

"You used [Axor's Gift], a life-saving prop with only a 10% chance of success, to create a fog of pseudo-randomness and weaken the traces of the whole thing's layout. Because ordinary people will acquiesce, even if the wise man's layout involves gambling. , and you won’t place your hopes on extremely low probabilities, and what you encounter is just an unlucky coincidence.”

"And the information about the 'puppet master' has become the key to solving the puzzle. After establishing the major premise of 'there are three people completely controlled by one rational person', all doubts are easily solved. You are all puppets being manipulated, so you can't Sacrifice two people without hesitation just to establish the authority of one person.”

"The probability can be completely fixed through means. It may be difficult to increase the success rate, but it is easy to reduce it to zero. You only need to let your accomplices injure your legs, and then take out the long-lost [Axor] [Gift], claiming that it saved your life, no one will doubt your words if other players trust you enough.”

Lu Li put down the book in his hand, raised his hand to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses, and smiled with an unknown meaning: "Then you might as well guess what I want to do after making such a big circle."

Qisi pulled up a chair and put it opposite Lu Li, sat on it, and put his right hand loosely on his knee: "There are too few clues, so I can't guess your ultimate purpose, but I know that when Chang Xu and I reached an alliance, In an instant, you set your sights on me.”

"The two-person alliance is not worthy of paying too much attention among the fifteen people. I tend to think that I or Chang Xu have some qualities that you care about. At first, I thought your target was me, but now it seems, It’s just me being sentimental.”

"I guess you want to control me and induce Chang Xu to do something. I also know that you should have investigated Chang Xu beforehand and at least have a certain understanding of him."

Having said this, Zeiss shook his head helplessly: "I shouldn't have gotten too close to the idiot who started the live broadcast... This thing will be thoroughly studied sooner or later, so it's better to die early to avoid harming my teammates."

"You guessed half of it right, and you seem confident." Lu Li sat calmly on the chair, his eyes gentle, like a teacher patiently answering students' questions, "But have you ever thought that I have successfully induced you? "

"You think that you can be parasitized by puppet threads only if you touch the puppet's body, right?"

A shadow silently enveloped him from behind. Qisi turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of a long-haired young man named "Ye Linsheng" from the corner of his eye.

The latter's eyes were dull and his lips were trembling slightly, as if he was reciting some incantation.

Qiss felt a stabbing pain in the little finger of his right hand, which went straight to the bone marrow like an electric shock.

He raised his eyebrows: "In the dream the night before, you were still awake, but pretended to be unconscious and held my hand. The puppet silk was planted at that time, right?"

"That's a good guess, but it's too late." Lu Li smiled gently and snapped his fingers.

Qisi felt as if his throat was suddenly strangled, and he could not utter a single syllable.

The body no longer belongs to oneself. From the joints to the muscles to the mind, everything is as sluggish and abnormal as parts that have not been oiled for a long time, and it is even impossible to establish connections with the nerves.

He maintained a sitting posture, fixed on the chair like a sculpture, and looked up at Lu Li as he stood up.

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses bent down, casting a cluster of slender black shadows, and put the book in his hand into Qisi's arms.

He smiled strangely, but sighed softly: "I'm sorry, but I have no other choice."

I was really nervous when I wrote this plot. I probably won’t dare to watch the backstage tomorrow and the day after tomorrow... I just slipped away.