Infinite weird games

Chiss paused by the window for a long time without saying a word.

Lin Chen came closer and looked down at the huge pit outside the window with the light of the lantern in Qisi's hand.

This is a mass grave, maybe even a mass grave.

The piles of white bones form a vast ocean, stacked up to the end of the field of vision. In some places, there are pyramid-shaped graves, all made of skeletons as bricks and stones.

The two corpses left by the old man who died twice were lying on the top of the grave. I don't know who moved them there. The exact same face and different wounds are very similar to the bug that occurs when refreshing NPCs in third-rate online games. It is weird and funny.

The pile of corpses was already piled very high. The players' rooms were on the second floor, less than three meters above the ground. They were within easy reach of the top of the pile of corpses.

The rotting stench and thick bloody smell poured into the nasal cavity through the small holes in the windows, and the dead eyes of the dead seemed to be stuck to the players' faces at any time.

A thin paper window won't help, and the psychological comfort it provides is better than nothing.

"This...these corpses are all dead townspeople?" Lin Chen opened his mouth for a long time before asking in a hesitant voice.

Even though he has been playing in the weird game for a month and is ranked high on the newcomer list, it is difficult to change his deep-rooted taboo against corpses and ghosts.

As soon as you open the window, you will see a pile of corpses in horrible dead shapes. You don't know when they will appear, and even the bravest people will be frightened.

"It seems so. Of course, if people other than the townspeople die, the corpses will be refreshed here." Qis looked at the skeleton tower in the farthest place and said with a smile, "When a dead person appears among us, maybe You can figure this out.”

Lin Chen said that he was not at all comforted by this hell joke, but felt even more uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Ziss did not intend to go into detail on the subject of categories of the dead.

He half-closed his eyes and said calmly: "If we can survive tomorrow, maybe we can ask the so-called 'Mr. Meng' what is the point of leaving the dead in an open pit instead of being buried in the ground."

Lin Chen continued to think along Qisi's words, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

In ancient and modern times, most people at home and abroad pay attention to "rest in peace". The end of "exposing the body in the wilderness" can be described as miserable, and it can even be used as a means of punishment, curse, and revenge.

In the ancient times of Long County, the bones of homeless people or criminals who had committed heinous crimes were often dumped in mass graves after death.

But looking at the scale of the mass grave in Yanghua Town, most of the dead townspeople are probably destined to be here - what is the reason?

When his mind came to the name and background prompts of the copy, Lin Chen asked quietly: "Brother Qi, do you think it is possible that these corpses were specially left for tigers to eat?"

"If that's the case, then that tiger doesn't know how to cherish food at all."

Qiss sat on the bed, a strange smile curled up on his lips.

"I just observed that the corpse on the surface layer is completely in a state of natural decay. Even if the skeleton is damaged, it is the cartilage that has weathered and the bones have been scattered.

"At least among the corpses I can see, there are no traces of tiger gnawing or tearing. Of course, it is also possible that they were buried underneath and were too far away to see clearly."

Lin Chen understood the implication of Qisi's words and frowned: "When I was first trapped in the bamboo forest, I seemed to have heard a sound similar to the roar of a tiger..."

"Tiger must exist, otherwise our main tasks, side tasks and background narration would not be valid."

Chiss put the lantern back on the bedside table and lay down on the bed: "The question is what is the relationship between this tiger and the townspeople - do you remember what the townspeople said?"

Lin Chen looked stern and murmured: "When the townspeople surrounded us, they said - 'Go and ask Mr. Meng to come and ask the mountain god what he means!'"

"Bang!"

There was a sound of a watch in the distance, hammering down heavily in the night sky and scattering in all directions.

"At the first watch of Xu Shi, the sky is dry and everything is dry, be careful of candles!"

The watchman's shouts were hoarse and dull, making people inexplicably quiet and afraid to speak loudly.

It seems that after night falls, the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers no longer belong to humans, but have become a forbidden area for beasts, ghosts and gods.

"Go to sleep early." Qisi covered himself with a quilt, turned over, turned his back to Lin Chen, and closed his eyes.

…

In the room on the left side of the second floor, Luo Haihua and Luo Jianhua struggled to push the bed to the door away from the window, and then pushed a bedside table to the window.

They worked together to lift another nightstand and placed it on top of the first one, just blocking the window.

The bloody smell outside the window was too noticeable. As soon as they entered the house, they went straight to the window and saw the pile of corpses behind the wooden building.

The shock brought by the huge number was far beyond that of the dead people and ghosts they had seen in the past. Fortunately, their psychological quality was good, so they were not scared out of their wits.

The paper window with several holes in it looked too unreliable. God knew whether the corpse outside would come alive at night and break in through the window.

Luo Haihua made a quick decision and decided to find something to block the window, which was approved by Luo Jianhua.

Let’s not talk about whether it can block the ghost, at least it’s for peace of mind.

After doing everything well, Luo Haihua and Luo Jianhua collapsed on the bed, panting.

In the darkness, only the lantern placed on the floor flickered like a will-o'-the-wisp.

The couple lying in a strange environment couldn't sleep for a while, so they just chatted with each other.

"Jianhua, you are so unlucky. We are about to retire and have made several travel guides. Suddenly this happened. It is hard to say whether we can get the pension. It really saved money for the federation."

"I told you a long time ago not to meddle in other people's business and just teach peacefully. That little bastard got into trouble outside the school and was beaten up, but you insisted on protecting him. You are really..."

"He is my student, of course I have to take care of him. Don't you do the same? You didn't teach him, but you also came up to stop the fight. When they found out that you called the police, they beat you the hardest."

"Isn't it because they are afraid that you can't handle it? You are a person who was told not to care..."

Luo Jianhua stopped talking.

He suddenly heard the sound of fingers rubbing on the paper window, and then the sound of "pu" piercing the paper.

"Dong, dong, dong."

Three quiet knocks sounded in the direction of the window, like sharp nails tapping on the wood board.

Even if they didn't actually see it, the two people in the room could still imagine the scene of the ghost's claws penetrating the window and knocking on the bedside table.

The window was blocked by the bedside table, and no one could see what was happening outside the window.

Various evocative and creepy sounds were unusually vivid in the silent night.

Someone seemed to be talking downstairs, chattering, and I couldn't understand the specific meaning, but I could detect the arrogance of the tone.

"Woo woo woo..."

Someone was crying, and the emotion of fear was filled in the air, infecting people to scream and want to run away.

"Tear!" The sound of something being torn apart.

"Beep, beep..." It was the sound of burning flames.

The smell of burnt barbecue curled into the window and lingered on the noses of the two people in the room.

Luo Jianhua hugged Luo Haihua tightly, stretched out his arms to protect her in front of her; Luo Haihua held her breath and stared at the piled-up bedside table.

The two dared not move, sweat seeped out of their pores, soaked the fabric on their bodies, and dripped into the sheets.

"Swoosh--"

A slight friction sound was heard, and the ghost hand that reached into the window probably found that it could not push open the bedside table, so it chose to retreat.

The strange sound and burnt smell that retreated with it left no trace, like the tide of a river.

Has the death point passed? It seems so.

Luo Haihua breathed a sigh of relief and raised her hand to gently pat the back of Luo Jianhua's hand.

Luo Jianhua released the hand that was protecting her, but his expression was still solemn.

The lantern on the floor beside the bed suddenly lit up amazingly, and the flame inside jumped up high.

The wind that came from nowhere blew down the lampshade, and the candlelight burned the lantern paper in a few seconds and climbed up along the sheets.

Thick smoke billowed in from every corner of the room, and the flames rushed to the ceiling in a few seconds. It didn't look like a fire caused by a lantern at all. It seemed that the fire had been burning here for a long time, but it was hidden by some force before and released at this time.

"Run!"

Luo Jianhua thought of something, pulled Luo Haihua back to the door, and his back hit the door heavily.

He turned around and pushed the door, making a "pop" sound.

"Hua La La -" The sound of the chain shaking was pulled by the vibration of the wooden door.

The two of them remembered that the door had been locked.

...

In the middle room on the second floor, Lin Chen slept for a while in a daze. He was suddenly startled in his light dream. As if he was touched, he opened his eyes suddenly and regained consciousness in just a few seconds.

He turned his head and subconsciously looked in the direction of Qi Si. In the dim light of the lantern, he saw a pair of open eyes, as bright as the pupils of a beast.

Did Qi Si wake up too? It seems that waking up at night is a mechanism of the dungeon. Something big might happen later...

Lin Chen was worried. He couldn't help but hold the medical record tightly. At the same time, he took out the [Umbrella with Pain] from the prop column and held it in his arms.

Qi Si seemed to be amused by his face as if he was facing a great enemy. He chuckled: "Don't be so nervous. If you can't sleep, just chat for a while."

Chat? Should I say that he is worthy of being a big boss, and he is still in the mood to chat?

Lin Chen was in awe, but he also relaxed a little. His eyes swept across the window and fell on the lantern on the bedside table.

The orange flame jumped smartly, and after being blurred and scattered by the paper lampshade, it transmitted warm light and heat to all directions. In the silent night, you can even hear the sound of burning.

But it doesn't actually mean light and sound, but rather part of this dark and silent night.

It is not as bright as electric lights, nor as lively as modern industry. It just burns weakly and hesitantly, unable to dispel the fear of the night.

"Brother Qi, do you think that players with the identity of "ghosts" and people who live in the same room with "ghosts" will definitely die?" Lin Chen asked softly.

"Ghosts" and "humans" are the identities assigned by the copy. Before the killing begins, everyone is equally innocent.

Even if the players really kill each other, it is forced by the game and cannot be blamed on specific individuals.

If you have to die on the first day just because you are assigned a certain identity and just because you have the same main task as the "ghosts", then this game is too unfair.

But from beginning to end, no player has mentioned this.

After discovering that they cannot violate the rules set by the townspeople, everyone accepted the arrangement that someone must die, and followed Qis's advice and chose the room division method with the least loss.

Lin Chen felt something was wrong: "If the 'Ghost' is going to die no matter what, then this instance is too much of a test of luck, isn't it?"

"Not necessarily." Qisi shook his head slightly, "We are not 'ghosts', and the information we know is limited to 'humans' understanding of 'ghosts', so from our perspective, this werewolf killing game is not fair.

"But how can you be sure that the 'Ghosts' camp has no other trump cards? The information gap exists objectively, and the game does not set up a certain death situation, so the 'Ghosts' camp may not have no way to break the game.

"Whether they are 'humans' or 'ghosts', our enemies are all townspeople. As an experienced player, there should be no objection to this understanding."

Lin Chen understood: "So, Brother Qi, you were trying to confuse the old man when you said those words, so as not to be discovered by the townspeople. Is it possible for our two camps to reach an alliance?"

"Absolutely." Qisi smiled and nodded, "It's also a test by the way. If my observations are correct, Luo Haihua and his wife most likely belong to the same camp, while Qiu Xin and Tang Yu don't trust each other..."

In front of his eyes, all the words and actions of the players from the time they entered the dungeon until now appeared.

He had met Tang Yu before. In the images transmitted from Liu Yuhan's soul blade, the two had been teammates several times before they separated for unknown reasons.

Tang Yu is basically from Jiuzhou and has a good relationship with Luo Haihua and his wife. During the self-introduction session, he hid these points for unknown reasons.

Qiu Xin's identity and origin are unknown. Most of the time, he doesn't speak much and has no sense of existence. It's impossible to make a more accurate judgment.

However, according to the data that Chang Xu said that massacre players accounted for 20%, there is already one massacre player in this copy, and the probability of a massacre player with hatred is only about 0.4.

After all, this is a team survival dungeon, and the background is not full of villains like "The Grand Show".

Of course, empiricism is not advisable. The current situation is turbulent, and no one knows whether there will be some changes in the weird game.

Whether rationally or emotionally, Ziss is equally suspicious of everyone whose soul is not under his control, and harbors the greatest hostility, striving to find opportunities to eliminate the threat.

"Qi...Brother Qi!" Lin Chen suddenly pointed to the corner under the bedside table and his eyes widened, "There seems to be a piece of paper here!"

Under the base of the bedside table, there was a piece of yellowed paper, which seemed to have writing on it. Only one corner was exposed, which was not clearly visible in the light in the room.

Lin Chen bent down and picked up the piece of paper, shining it again and again in the light of the lantern, but couldn't see clearly what was written on it.

Zeiss sighed, took out the flashlight from his backpack, and pressed the switch.

The white light that should have been dazzling took on a dim yellow color, almost the same as the dim light brought by the lantern, blending into the darkness of the night.

The light and shade of this copy seem to be controlled by some kind of force and cannot be changed by the player's means.

The nightfall should be the end of the day. It is not allowed to burn ointment and continue the sundial to compete for the time that belongs to ghosts and gods.

"Let's read it tomorrow." Qisi put away the flashlight and lay down again. "This copy seems to care about our health and doesn't want us to stay up late at night reading it."

Lin Chen thought for a moment, stuffed the piece of paper back into the gap under the bedside table, and frowned slightly: "Brother Qi, why do you think this dungeon is designed like this? I've read thousands of strategy posts on the forum, and none of them have been mentioned. Situation that weakens lighting props.”

Ziss praised: "The idea is good, I have learned to think from the perspective of a game designer. As for the reason..."

"Um?"

"Who knows? At least I don't know."

Outside the door, the sound of the watch was heard——

"Bang, bang!"

"Second watch of Haishi, close the doors and windows to guard against people and ghosts!" (End of this chapter)