Infinite weird games

"Zizzi...zizi...zizi..."

In the small dark room, the sound of electricity sounded intermittently.

Zeiss sat in the chair, held still by the straitjacket and leather straps, leaning back half-deadly.

After the initial confusion, he gradually adapted to the rhythm of the electric shocks and found the rules.

For example, there will be a two-second pause after each electric shock. One second can be used to adjust the state, and the remaining second can be used for fragmented thinking.

For another example, after every three electric shocks, some fragmented images will flash in the mind, sometimes without beginning or end, and sometimes with severely exposed images.

Under the light gray sky, the dark green forest grew into clusters, suffocatingly surrounding the pond that was rendered as green as moss by algae.

The layer upon layer of blood stains and scales separated into ocher and dark purple layers in the water, and were diluted and dispersed into translucent bright red and light pink.

The swollen baby corpse at the bottom of the pool shed pieces of pale flesh, and after dissolving in the water, the tooth-yellow oil floated, accumulated on the algae leaves, and formed oily-green ulcers.

"Cheng Ping, you are crazy! Do you want your life?"

An urgent voice.

"Wake up, let me ask you, what is two plus two equal to? ... Wrong, it should be equal to five."

An indifferent voice.

"My condolences, people cannot be resurrected after death, and Xu Qing would not want you to be so depressed if she were alive."

A worried voice.

Zeiss divided all the information into categories, used the intervals between electric shocks to arrange and combine them, and conducted analysis as calmly as possible.

First, judging from the name of the image in his mind, the character Cheng An he plays has part of the memory of Dean Cheng Ping, and the relationship may not be just an ordinary colleague or acquaintance.

Ziss has learned that there is a misinformation effect in psychology. The human brain will subconsciously fuse the received information with its own memory, thus forming a completely wrong memory.

Although people will unconsciously attach the memories of others they have witnessed or heard to themselves, they will never misremember their own names and identities - the latter already falls into the category of mental illness.

Of course, judging from the current situation, it is true that Cheng An has mental illness, otherwise he would not frequently fall into hallucinations and be tied here at this moment and receiving electric shock treatment.

Second, it can be inferred from the content of the video that Cheng Ping was stimulated after Xu Qing's death and most likely did something outrageous.

This kind of thing is definitely not the trivial things like "killing baby girls" or "murdering pregnant women" as Cheng An said before, but something more crazy that can shake the interests of many people.

He seemed to have run into some trouble because of this. Electric shock therapy, a method of treating mental illness, could not be ruled out as targeting him.

"I have endured the pain myself, so out of the responsibility-sharing effect, let me also go through it, so that I can feel the same way as him?"

Qisi looked at the void in front of him and twitched the corners of his lips in amusement.

He has always been a very adaptable person. He can adapt to the eating frequency of one meal every two days by starving himself a few times. He can use the knife on himself without changing his face if he dies a few times. Now, he has become accustomed to using electric shocks. Think intermittently at intervals.

"I ran out of the office with Sun Dekuan. I can confirm that I did not have direct contact with anything weird."

"Entering the office cannot be a death condition, otherwise the key clues are destined to be unable to be passed on, and the TE line of this copy will not be able to be opened - even if you do not have strong control over the world, Weird Games will not arrange unsolvable questions."

"We do not rule out the possibility that 'the last one to leave the office' will serve as a condition for death, but the probability is unlikely because the order of leaving often depends on luck. Without any clues, it is obviously unfair to use this to determine life and death. "

"The difference between me and Sun Dekuan is that I have access to the documents on the table, and...my identity is Cheng An, who has more contact with the dean."

"Well, now we have completed the prerequisites and started a new plot, right?"

Ziss joked in his mind while consciously dividing his mind into two halves, one for thinking and analyzing, and the other for receiving the image fragments produced by the electric shock.

Fragmented pictures and words were interspersed and reorganized before his eyes like a puzzle. One moment, Ziss was a witness from a first-person perspective, and the next moment, he flew to the sky and looked down from a God's perspective.

In the picture created by the phantom of memory, beside a pond crowded with frogs and carrion corpses, a man with a vague face walked out of the forest.

Wearing a white coat, he was carrying a woman's body on his back and holding a dead baby covered in bruises. Regardless of the dirt and putrid smell, he stepped into the rust-green pond.

The frogs all over the pond started chirping noisily, as if they had seen their enemies. One after another, they jumped on the man's arms, shoulders and head. They grew sharp nails and dug into his skin, biting his teeth desperately. Ear lobes and neck.

The frogs bit off piece after piece of meat, and he turned into a bloody man in a few seconds, walking steadily towards the center of the pond step by step.

The woman's back was dripping with thick blood, which merged with the fresh blood left by his injury, dragging a bright red highlight on the water, like eyes that were squinted open. .

As the man walked and muttered something, the frog on his body suddenly stopped moving, and fell off like sand like a dead cicada, plopping into the pool water.

The rotten water in the pond surged violently, and blue, green, or red evil spirits flew back and forth under the water, but they could not get close to the man.

A white stone platform rose from the ground in the center of the pool and stopped in front of the man.

The man placed the female corpse on his back and the baby corpse in his arms side by side on the stone platform. He used his nails to cut the blood vessels in his wrist and smeared symbols on the stone platform with the gurgling blood.

As the symbols were drawn, the female corpse sat upright, and the dead baby next to her also let out a cry that reached the sky at the top of her lungs.

The two corpses were given the characteristics of living people, but the death energy on their bodies did not diminish at all, giving people a sense of terror.

The man was not afraid. Instead, he came closer and murmured tenderly: "Aqing, Xiaoyu, when I complete the final ritual, I will definitely be able to truly resurrect you..."

"Ritual"?

Qisi caught the key word, his mind moved slightly, and his eyes moved upward.

On the stone platform where the corpses were laid out, a statue of the Virgin holding a baby appeared at some point, and its shadow enveloped half of the pond.

The white marble body is spotless, and every detail from the hair, eyelashes to the pleats of the clothes is clearly visible. The skirt is embroidered with patterns of the starry sky, marine life and vegetation, as if a living person was sealed with lime in the blink of an eye.

He sat quietly and relaxed, with his eyes downcast on his soft face, gazing compassionately and kindly at the baby in his arms, as if he was completely unaware of the death and blood around him, and seemed to be looking down at all living beings indifferently through the baby.

It was clearly a sacred scene, but surrounded by a pool of blood and corpses, it was indescribably weird.

The veins on Qisi's forehead suddenly jumped, like a warning from some kind of instinct hidden in his genes.

My heart seemed to be wrapped tightly with a piece of frosted paper, and there were bursts of itching from the inside out.

Several pieces of non-narrative information flashed in his mind, and he suddenly knew that the god corresponding to the ritual had died, and the remnants left behind were completely weird. He didn't know what kind of malicious existence would crawl out of the remains...

[The hidden effect of the identity card "Peeper" has been triggered and cannot be activated again in this copy]

[Note: The chief priest who planned the disaster traveled around the banquets of the gods. He was always behind every conspiracy and oracle, and he also knew the secrets belonging to the gods. 】

His mind was broken, and the blood-colored card in the upper right corner of his vision shone with a strange red light. There was a moment of reflection and an illusion of inspiration in front of his eyes.

Zeiss understood from this that the hidden effect of the [Scarlet Priest] card was to gain knowledge of part of the god’s level, and the trigger condition was to gaze at the god’s derivatives…

The lingering ghosts of gods and other things are not a good sign after all.

It is known that the relationship between weird games and gods is inextricably linked. The more contact there is, the closer it is to the core of the game, and the easier it is to attract the attention of high-ranking beings.

But for Qis, who covets the throne of God, knowledge about gods is exactly what he needs.

Information is precious at all times, especially so-called "secrets" that are not widely spread...

"Shh-"

On the card, the officiant in red slowly raised his index finger to the corner of his lips, and a sea of ​​blood and corpses bloomed in his scarlet eyes.

"Zizzi..."

Another electric shock, and Zeiss's mind fell to the ground from the patchwork of phantoms.

After this electric shock, fragments of images flashed through his memory again.

The content is repetitive with those that have appeared before, and I wonder if the amount of information that can be given has been squeezed out.

After reviewing everything he had just seen, Qisi couldn't help but sigh: "In order to resurrect his wife and son, he did not hesitate to hold a ceremony at risk. It is such a cliché and stupid plot..."

He suddenly remembered the old routine in "Double Happiness Town" in which the gourd boy saves his grandfather and ends up being destroyed in the town. It's just as hard to understand, just as... it's hard to describe in a word.

Value will be lost in the process of transmission, and sacrificing oneself for others is an uneconomical transaction, even if the other party is an acquaintance or lover.

What's more, there are huge risks and costs behind it...

Chiss estimated that he would never be able to empathize with this in his life.

The information is almost collected, there is no need to stay here any longer.

The toolbar is embedded right below the line of sight from beginning to end and can be called up at any time.

Zeiss controlled the cursed pendulum to fly out from the cuffs, starting from the collar and cutting downwards through the straitjacket on his body.

I thought it would be easy to cut through the restraints, but I never thought that the pendulum only moved two centimeters before sinking softly into the cloth. All its strength was removed, and it was even difficult to recall it through thoughts.

Qisi's eyelids twitched slightly, and he had a vague feeling that something was in trouble.

He struggled to control the pendulum to fly up again, changed its direction, and cut the leather straps binding his limbs.

Visual inspection shows that the soft belt is hard and cannot be damaged by the pendulum.

There were no doors or windows in the room, and there was nothing in front of him except an iron bed with a female corpse on display.

Zeiss was tightly tied to a chair, and the only tool that allowed him to move freely was the cursed pendulum, which could not save him.

There are no keys, no prompts, just boundless darkness, bloody smell, and one after another electric shocks...

In front of him, the blood on the female body was gushing more and more. The edge of the pool of blood was only half a slap away from Qisi's toes. It would soon touch the soles of his feet and climb up along the tops of his feet and ankles...

Getting blood on your hands is never a good thing, and most missions have a time limit, either explicit or implicit.

The pool of blood on the ground is undoubtedly an implicit time limit.

The situation is much worse than imagined.

Chiss took in a breath of cold air and narrowed his eyes into a narrow line.

…

Green Frog Hospital, Dean's Office.

There is a small white marble statue in the center of the purple desk. The Virgin holding the body lowers her eyes lovingly.

Neatly stacked documents were piled on both sides. Most of the handwriting was blurred, and only a few could be read.

Lin Chen and the female teacher stood in front of the table and carefully read the three letters on the table.

[Dear Sir (DATA EXPUNGED):]

[…All the patients admitted to Ward 404… have had their personalities changed to a certain extent after being admitted. 】

[Dr. Cheng An, who was supposed to strictly abide by the rules, actually rushed out of the room like crazy in the middle of the night and fainted in the corridor...]

[The other three patients with clean information voluntarily walked out of the ward while they were awake. I am sure they are not suffering from sleepwalking...]

【……】

[Your Excellency, I think you must know something...]

【(DATA EXPUNGED)】

…

[Dear Sir (DATA EXPUNGED):]

[Thank you for informing me about that matter... I will definitely take care of everything before the deadline. 】

[...I have been observing them calmly and restrainedly for the past two days...I hope they can help us complete the final step within five days, as you predicted...]

[However, they still brought me some surprises. Last night at the Green Frog Hospital, they actually came up with a clever plan to make those difficult female ghosts and damn frogs kill each other! 】

【……】

【(DATA EXPUNGED)】

…

[Dear Sir (DATA EXPUNGED):]

[...I led Cheng An and a patient to the fake office and successfully separated them. I believe that without Cheng An's mischief, they would no longer be able to cause any trouble. 】

[How to deal with Cheng An is a troublesome problem. Too strict and accurate calculations are really not conducive to flexibility. The three extra people who died before have already eaten up most of the fault tolerance. If one more person dies... that would be really bad! 】

[Keep him here first, he can’t escape...]

【……】

【(DATA EXPUNGED)】

Lin Chen looked at the letter, sweat dripping down his back, and felt as if there was a pair of sinister eyes spying on his every move in the dark, seeing everything he did.

That person knows the existence of the players, knows their behavior, and even wants to use the players to achieve a certain purpose...

What's more, the letter said that "Cheng An", played by Ziss, was trapped and unable to escape.

Did Chiss know that he was entering a fake office? What state is he in now, and why is his consciousness disconnected?

No, calm down. The person in the letter is obviously trying to avoid killing him immediately. He... must have a way to get out of trouble, right?

Lin Chen comforted himself, but more unfavorable information flashed before his eyes.

What is the message behind "data expungement"? Who is the recipient? How does the writer know so much information?

It's scary to think about it.

The female teacher suddenly walked towards the wall beside her desk, raised her hand and slapped it three times.

A crisp "pop" sound sounded, indicating that there was a hidden space behind the wall.

The female teacher raised her leg and kicked it against the wall, and a secret door that was only large enough for one person to pass through quietly opened.

The smell of blood and putrefaction hit his face. Lin Chen took a look from a distance and saw densely packed dead bodies lying inside.

The two bodies closest to the edge bore familiar faces to him.

The female player Bai Xiaowei died on the first day and...Yu Kun died on the second day! (End of chapter)