Infinite weird games

"If I give you food once, I'll ask for it every time..."

The time is approaching noon, but the sky is still as unclear as early morning. The judgment of the specific moment has become blurred, and the people in it are listless and sleepy.

Not long after Qisi woke up, he went downstairs for the first time and bought breakfast at the snack bar in the morning market.

It was actually because the seaweed in the copy of "Hopeless Sea" was too unappetizing, and he urgently needed to eat some normal food to adjust his taste.

It was a working day, and there were only four or five gray-haired old people in the park, and the preschool children they were taking with them.

As a young man, Ziss was out of place and too leisurely.

He sat on a park bench, wrapped his fingers with a handkerchief, and pinched off a piece of sausage from the egg-filled pancake.

The skinny black dog waited aside for a long time, looking up at the meat between the young man's fingers and wagging its tail crazily.

It has a greedy look in its eyes, and its intention to beg for food is clear and precise.

Qisi threw the piece of meat to the ground, and the black dog licked it into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, raised his head again, and waggled his tail like a windmill more happily.

Qisi tilted his head and thought for a moment, then formed a black and red identity tag on his fingertips and threw it to the ground.

The black dog licked it twice, realized it was inedible, and raised its head again.

It raised its front paws and bowed awkwardly and laboriously. I don’t know where it learned it.

"What a piece of shit." Chiss was pleased, sneered, and simply threw the entire sausage to the ground in the distance.

Black Dog couldn't understand human speech, but he also knew that his lunch was in order.

It quickly ran over, picked up the sausage, and disappeared into the bushes.

The smog in Jiangcheng has always been serious. Under the gray sky, dilapidated buildings are twisted together, and the skinny landscape trees are hunched.

Qisi ate the egg-filled pancake without sausage, but after sitting for a while, he felt his nose was a little itchy, and his throat felt like he wanted to cough.

He stood up from the bench, wrapped the remaining half of the egg pancake back in a paper bag, carried the plastic bag outside, and walked towards his community.

After walking for a while, the discarded identity tag once again formed a shadow in the upper right corner of his sight, lingering.

The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly started to vibrate. When he took it out, he saw that it was a call from Jin Yusheng.

Qisi pressed the answer button and asked, "What's wrong?"

On the phone, Jin Yusheng's voice sounded loudly: "I'm counting on my fingers. You are destined for a disaster. If you need help, please deduct 1..."

Qisi knew that this guy was always talking nonsense and had no serious words in his mouth, so he immediately interrupted: "Call me at this time, what's the matter?"

"Qisi, what you said means that if I have nothing to do, can't I chat with you?"

"Let me know if you have anything to say." Qisi tilted his head and clamped his cell phone, reached out to enter the password, and opened the unit door.

The person on the other side of the phone was a little stunned: "Didn't I tell you before that I have fallen in love with a girl, and now I seem to have chased her... Why do you say "seemingly"? Because I am not sure about her attitude. I just thought I’ll invite her out, and you’ll come along and help me with my advice.”

Qisi stood in the elevator and sighed when he heard this: "You want me to follow you on a date?"

"Actually, it's not a date. It's just ordinary friends hanging out together. We made an appointment to play script killing together, but we didn't have all the people, so we just asked each other to grab some people to make up the number."

Qisi listened quietly. After arriving on the eleventh floor, he entered the door code, entered the home, and placed the plastic bag containing the egg pancakes on the dining table.

"You know this thing about script killing, right? It's just role-playing plus pushing and solving puzzles. She said that she is a senior player, and I am just a novice. What should I do if I am embarrassed in front of a girl? I thought you should be quite good at this. In the past Help me hold on."

Qisi said "Yeah": "Send me the time and place, what do you need me to do then?"

Jin Yusheng talked a lot, and then started talking nonsense on the phone, thanking him profusely.

Qisi automatically filtered invalid information, turned on the hands-free, entered the browser, and searched for content related to "script killing".

Then I discovered that this thing... is a bit like a puzzle copy of a weird game, but it is far less interesting than the copy.

——There is no crisis or death, just a group of people holding their own scripts, sitting in a circle and chatting, which is very boring.

So, should we find a way to kill a few more people and get some game slots to give away?

Zeiss touched his chin, lost in thought.

…

On March 24, it rained all day in Jiangcheng, and Qisi didn't get up until 12 noon.

The rainy day seemed to have caused a chemical reaction with a certain prop. The salty moisture gradually penetrated the entire house from the base of the wall. The white wall was mottled with large water stains and algae, as if it had been submerged by the rising tide.

Qisi held the Poseidon Scepter as the culprit in his hand and made up his mind not to bring it to reality easily in the future. Otherwise, the house left by his parents would never be able to withstand a few twists and turns and would be destroyed within a month. Soaked and festered.

In the game forum, the muddy waters that had finally been stirred up settled under the crisis public relations of the Kyushu Guild, and new posts attracted the attention of players overwhelmingly.

# The new copy of "Animal World", Fu Shen's first pass is TE, Fu Shen yyds #

# Everyone survives and clears the new dungeon, and the chief is as reassuring as ever #

# I used to think nothing of Fu Jue, until he cut off his arm to save me and almost died in the dungeon #

# I feel that Fu Jue is the most suitable player for weird games. I believe he is the protagonist of our world #

# Use MBTI to analyze the similarity between Fu Shen and savior-like characters in traditional adventure stories #

Qisi read around the idiotic speeches that rivaled those in the real-life fandom, including quotes from a demented creature that said "I want to give Fu Shen a monkey", and he almost vomited out his last night's meal.

He thought with malice: "If you are keen on standing high on the altar as a savior, the day you fall down will probably not be far from the gallows..."

Of course, amid a string of upsetting bad news, there is still good news - Ziss is particularly inspired by the smell of sea salt in the house.

He bought a basket of fish, spent an afternoon peeling off the fish skins, and spent another night grafting the skins onto a human corpse, simulating the image of a fish monster in the Hopeless Sea.

The only fly in the ointment is that in order to avoid trouble, such a work of art cannot be exposed to the broad daylight. It can only be admired in a studio, and the interest will inevitably fade a lot.

On the morning of March 25, Zis saw a piece of news:

# Lu Li, professor of history at Yenching University, died suddenly of a heart attack at the age of 22 #

The news said that Lu Li was still revising his students' papers until the last moment before his death, which caused another sigh of relief. The comment section was either mourning the Federation's loss of talent, or reminiscing about his life as a colleague or student.

The side stories outline an image of an approachable and gentle scholar, who is completely different from the mastermind in the dungeon who almost plotted to kill all the players.

Almost all players have two faces in the dungeon and in reality. I don’t know whether the weird game releases their nature or promotes the alienation of personality.

Ziss was amused by his own thoughts, laughing until tears came out: "You have enjoyed a happy life under the sun for seven years, and you killed me again. You have no regrets and died a well-deserved death."

He thought with interest about what he would do in the last half hour after returning to reality if he died in the game.

Then he discovered to his dismay that he actually had nothing to do.

It was too late to make specimens, and there was no need to write a suicide note. He would probably stay in bed, play games, and wait for death...

Afterwards, Qiss took a look at the Weird Game forum and collected some information related to the guild.

The more formal guilds have strict rules and regulations and require the payment of expensive membership fees; some small guilds are free, but it makes no difference whether you join or not.

The only regular guild that comes and goes freely is "Ting Feng", which mainly does things such as collecting intelligence and spreading fire. It looks very tasteless, but in fact... it is also very tasteless.

There was nothing going on. At noon, Qiss entered the game space and opened his eyes on the high-back chair.

His blurry figure was reflected in the full-length mirror, with a thin layer of blood mist like a cloak on the outer circle of his white shirt, and a pool of pure scarlet flowing in his eyes.

It's him, but it's not quite like him.

The face that could only be considered delicate at first was tinged with something evil. If he walked at night in the ancient mountains and fields, he would definitely be recorded as an evil spirit.

Because the identity card has been effective many times, his image is getting closer and closer to the "humanoid evil spirit" on the card.

This is probably what is called "performance". It's a pity that although he doesn't mind being a ghost, he really doesn't like being passive and inexplicable.

Qisi put the Poseidon Scepter into the item inventory and entered the game mall.

The second page of the mall was full of ordinary daily necessities. He searched around but couldn't find what he wanted, so he could only turn to the third page in pain.

After some searching, he locked the target.

[Name: Water Mirror Mask]

[Type: props]

[Effect: Anyone who sees you for the first time will not be able to see your true face]

[Note: Whose face did you see in the mirror? 】

If threats in reality mainly come from official organizations, then the Silas Guild is the biggest threat that Ziss will face in the weird game.

At first, he planned to find out the secrets related to team building props from this guild and figure out what happened to his bracelet.

But now, he thinks it's better not to have anything to do with this force.

The presence of the Puppet Master hung over his head like a thick cloud, and it would turn into a heavy rain at any time.

The opponent can have countless puppets, but he only has one life, and the comparison of strength is clear at a glance.

In just one fight, he exposed the core information of his thinking model, and also revealed the trump card that he could not be parasitized by puppet silk; and he got the Poseidon Scepter, and he was guilty of it...

If you encounter a member of Xiela again in the short term, the balance of victory and defeat will only tilt towards the other party.

Now, he was like a mouse suddenly illuminated by the light of a flashlight, stared at by countless pairs of eyes hiding in the dark.

Zeiss never underestimates his opponent's strength or overestimates his opponent's kindness, and he never wants to pin his fate on the illusion of good luck.

——He needs to make some preparations, even if it is like shaking a tree like a worm.

[Water Mirror Mask] This prop can very well prevent Xila or other chaotic forces from tracking him.

Anyway, most of the people who have seen him in the game are dead, and the people he meets again are strangers who meet him for the first time, and they will not be able to see his true face.

Qiss lowered his gaze and looked at the price column of items on sale. After counting zero, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

[Price: 200,000 points]

One-fifth of the points needed to make your wish come true.

… Very good, can’t afford it, not at all.

Qisi let out a breath, closed the mall interface without changing his expression, and then reached out to touch the golden leaf representing Liu Yuhan.

In the past few days, this girl has completed three more dungeons, all of which she has already posted guides for, with zero point rewards.

It seems that she spent points to enter the designated dungeon, just to make up the total of one hundred dungeons.

This was expected by Zeiss, and he had no intention of interfering.

The points will eventually run out, and Liu Yuhan will have to refresh the dungeon at that time, and Qisi promised that he will not leave any points to this girl in the future.

His thoughts stretched endlessly, and Qisi thought of something else. He returned to the second page of the mall, bought a bunch of eyebrow pencils, foundation and other things, and painted on his face.

The remaining fractions were thrown into a lucky player's live broadcast room as usual.

After finishing everything, he put on his hiking bag and stepped into the full-length mirror.

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