Infinite weird games

Zou Yan stood outside the door of Room 2 for half an hour, still not waiting for Lin Chen's response.

It was as if there was no one in the room.

But she clearly remembered that Lin Chen never came out after entering the room.

Zou Yan has accumulated rich experience as a psychiatrist over the years, and she can tell a person's character with just a little contact. She knew that Lin Chen had no ideas or scheming, and was easy to be soft-hearted and a good person. Generally speaking, he would never leave someone alone.

What went wrong? Did he know something?

Zou Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she faintly smelled a hint of "variable".

She was a little uneasy, but after seeing her right hand covered with vines, she quickly calmed down.

It's okay, she has mastered the biggest secret of this copy. Even if she can't kill Lin Chen, she can still kill others...

It's a pity that Qiss obviously belongs to the type of person who is most suitable for weird games. Since he is unwilling to accept her olive branch, he has no choice but to die.

Zou Yan made a decision, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

In the room, Lin Chen's palms were already sticky with sweat, and he could hardly hold the slippery key. He listened to the footsteps receding outside the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zou Yan really had a problem, but luckily he didn't open the door...

Is this a weird game? We must always be vigilant. Even if we are both human beings, we cannot trust each other...

Lin Chen felt that he seemed to understand something, and the cognitive barriers formed in the past twenty years suddenly cracked.

He took a deep breath and let it out, and just as he was about to retreat to the bed, there was another knock on the door.

Miss Anna's voice came from outside the door: "Is anyone there? Can you open the door?"

Lin Chen's hair stood on end, and he could no longer suppress the urge to complain: 'Why do you all have to operate on me one by one? Do I look so easy to deceive? At least try a better routine! ’

…

On the third floor, Qiss paused at the top of the stairs, stood behind the railing and looked down.

Black-green vines spread along the handrails on both sides, dividing the line of sight downwards crookedly. Through the gaps between the branches and leaves, the road ahead could not be seen clearly, and one could only guess through the phantoms in the shadows.

Qisi said "tsk" twice: "It's a pity that there is no ambush in this terrain. Do you think there will be someone blocking us down there?"

Chang Xu understood what he meant.

The two of them have been spending an hour on the third floor, and they don't know what changes will happen downstairs.

The appearance of [Eye of Hermes] indicates that at least one of Zou Yan and Ye Zi is an experienced player and knows their information well.

One hour is enough to do a lot of things.

"Lend me a blade." Chang Xu looked at Qisi and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I have practiced, and the weapon can be more effective for me."

Giving weapons to someone else is the stupidest thing to do, especially when trust is at stake.

Qisi pretended not to hear, took out the blade from his bracelet and held it between his fingers. He took half a step back and signaled Chang Xu to take the lead.

By the way, he sent a naked moral kidnapping: "Brother Chang, those who are capable work hard. I have always admired the police profession - the next journey depends on you."

Chang Xu glanced at him, without comment, raised his hands to push aside the vines on both sides of the stairs, and walked ahead.

Qisi was half a step behind to catch up, just a distance that allowed him to advance, retreat, and defend.

After a series of previous events, the trust between the two can be said to be in jeopardy.

Originally, under the strange game's Gu-raising mechanism, there was not much trust between players. Qisi and Chang Xu were able to achieve a short-term cooperation, but they only got what they needed.

Chang Xu suffered a crisis of trust due to Shen Ming's death and had difficulty finding companions. He naturally lacked information that could decipher the world view of the copy and needed to conduct deeper exploration.

Qiss didn't know much about weird games, and his force value was even more worrying. He really needed a capable partner to back him up during the exploration.

In the exploration of the third floor, the two of them will be the most suitable partners.

But now that the exploration is over, cooperation is no longer so important; in addition, Ziss directly admitted that he had concealed many key information points...

Although Chang Xu is a bit slow in dealing with people, he is not stupid. He gradually came back to his senses. In the beginning, he was the target of public criticism, and it seemed that there was also the shadow of Qiss using words to guide the thinking of other players...

At this moment, he has already labeled Qiss as "not a good person": Forget about this copy. If you meet him again in the future, you will never believe a word of this person!

The stairs are not long, and even if they are blocked by vines, it is still not troublesome to walk.

Turning the corner, you can see the scene on the second floor. Unlike the third floor where vegetation is growing wildly, the corridors on the second floor are clean and clean, like the calm before a storm.

I don't know whether Chang Xu's pace slowed down or for some other reason, but the distance between Qisi and him was getting closer and closer. There was only half a step between them, and they were within touching distance by raising their hands.

"Chang Xu! Qisi! Ye Zi wants to kill me, please save me..."

Behind the cover of vines, Zou Yan's white trench coat was stained with reddish-brown blood. She ran towards the stairs in panic, her voice pitiful.

Qisi looked at her right hand hidden behind her back and chuckled: "Isn't Ye Zi already killed? What kind of trouble is this? An unjust soul asking for his life?"

Zou Yan was stunned for only a second, and then the surprise on her face disappeared.

It is not surprising that the disguise is seen through. Even if the opportunity for a sneak attack is lost, the head-on confrontation may not be at a disadvantage.

Zou Yan clearly knows the average strength of the players in the novice pool, and also knows what she can achieve.

She slowly lowered her right hand, and dense vines burst out from the blood vessels of her arm.

"Sorry, I was just guessing. I didn't expect you to blow yourself up." Seeing this, Qisi's smile became even bigger.

Ye Zi is dead, but the photo in the second room on the third floor does not show her face. Does this mean that Miss Anna is not omniscient in this copy?

The guests who were picked up from the air and dropped into the manor seemed to be in a weak position, but it was not necessarily impossible to break the situation.

Qisi observed Zou Yan's performance and thought quietly: "My chest is rotten, my flesh and blood are spread on the ground, roses live here, and we will live together tomorrow..."

"Let the rose merge with my own flesh and blood in exchange for power comparable to ghosts? So that's what my four-line poem meant. Thank you for helping me test it..."

Zou Yan still didn't speak. She burst out with unhuman speed in an instant, rushed to the stairs in a few steps, and raised her right hand to Qisi.

The nourishment of flesh and blood provides the soil for strange growth, and vines grow wildly in the corridors, spreading their teeth and claws.

The crisis triggered an intuitive warning. Chang Xu reflexively arched his waist, clenched his fists, and assumed an attack posture like a cheetah, ready to attack.

He has been different from others since he was a child. He is naturally able to restrain certain weirdness, and those people have always deliberately cultivated him into a machine that can deal with weirdness.

Even if Zou Yan has mastered some of the strange powers in this copy, he may not be incapable of fighting...

Chang Xu fell into a strange concentration, and Zou Yan's figure was divided into views and slices from various directions in front of his eyes; he found the right angle, kicked on the ground to use his strength, and dived forward.

However, the next second, he felt a cold feeling on the back of his neck, followed by an extremely sharp cutting pain, slicing from the artery...

His pupils dilated and narrowed, and Chang Xu realized what had just happened.

Warm blood spattered, soaking his neck and collar, followed by a coldness like falling from an ice cellar.

Death is approaching step by step, and the ending is difficult to reverse...

In his scattered consciousness, he heard Qisi's smiling voice: "As expected of the Lian family, the aorta is much longer than that of ordinary people."

The voice was so calm and gentle that it gave him the dangerous instinct of a beast facing its natural enemies. He fell to his knees weakly and looked back with difficulty.

Under the dim light, the young man's already bloody white shirt was splattered with a layer of fresh blood.

The murderer gently wiped away the blood on the side of the blade with his fingers, and his smile became more innocent and harmless, as if someone else had just taken action: "Sorry, Brother Chang, I have to trouble you to die first."

He paused and said in a joking tone: "But considering that you will most likely not remember what happened during this time later, I won't say a long apology."

It’s still this ridiculously boring sense of humor…

Chang Xu didn't know what kind of emotions he should have. Anger, hatred, or unwillingness? Or is it like the past, with nothing to do with yourself, no joy or sorrow?

All he could feel at this moment was the exhaustion that drove him to sleep, as if he was immersed in a dead sea that no longer flowed.

He glanced at Qisi again, and finally his last bit of strength was drained away. His head drooped and he closed his eyes.