Infinite weird games

"My name is Zhu Ling, and I won't be afraid of you laughing when I say it. This is my third dungeon. In reality, I am a heavenly master and know some ways to deal with weird things..."

The woman who calls herself "Zhu Ling" behaves calmly and generously. She seems to be used to seeing weird things and doesn't take the game seriously. Her relaxed attitude effectively broke up the stagnant atmosphere and eased the players' tension.

There was obvious joy on several people's faces. In a team copy, having a teammate who is good at dealing with weird things can really improve everyone's survival probability.

"It's a lie to say I'm not afraid. I know that many players will fail in the third dungeon. I don't know what kind of difficulty I will face next." Zhu Ling said in a sincere tone, "But I believe , as long as we are willing to unite, we will definitely be able to clear this dungeon."

Players responded with words one after another, not mentioning the "guaranteed number of deaths".

Self-introductions are carried out in order from front to back and from left to right.

Like Zhu Ling, who entered the dungeon for the third time, there was a man in a military coat named "Yang Yundong", a retired soldier, and a sinecure in the Public Security Bureau.

The white young man who just entered the game and figured out the situation is called "Alan". He is an outdoor anchor who engages in extreme sports. At the moment, he is more excited than afraid.

The girl who is also a newcomer is named "Zhou Yilin". She is a freshman at Blue Whale University and is shivering like a quail caught in the rain.

The rest of the players are entering the dungeon for the second time. On average, their surface level is similar to that of the players who entered the dungeon for the first time.

When it was Qisi's turn, he said without changing his expression: "Chang Xu, taxidermist, second copy."

I used my real name in the first copy because I was inexperienced, and I was worried that I might be backstabbed by the game in the future, which would arouse unnecessary suspicion out of thin air.

After visiting the forum and understanding various mechanisms, Qisi no longer had any worries in this regard, and naturally he would not use his real name anymore.

——He didn’t want to be told “Be careful of Zeiss” in the forum after he had harmed his teammates.

Choosing to use the pseudonym "Chang Xu" was out of some bad taste. According to Ziss, it is definitely interesting to have the name of the victim linked to the evil deeds of the perpetrator.

Zhu Ling looked around the crowd with a smile: "Have you all seen the pre-prompts? This dungeon may involve a lot of text-based puzzle solving. Are any of us good at this?"

Zhou Yilin sniffed and timidly said: "I was in the mystery club in college, and I often played scripts and turtle soup. I wonder if I can help?"

Her words, coupled with her tear-stained face, were indeed a bit joyful, and several players sneered disdainfully.

Zhu Ling looked at her seriously: "Well Yilin, it's up to you to solve the puzzle. We will definitely survive this dungeon by working together."

The bus braked without warning, interrupting the tender drama. In a burst of harsh glissandos, all players bumped forward under the influence of inertia.

By chance, Yilin Zhou was thrown back to her seat, and her back hit the soft cushion. Zhu Ling had no time to react, and her shoulder hit the back of the plastic chair with a "bang" sound.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Qisi covered his face with both arms and managed to avoid being hurt; the fat man next to him was not so lucky, his fat face was pressed against the front seat, leaving a light white mark.

When the shock subsided, the players steadied themselves awkwardly and looked ahead.

A ruined village appears in front of a windshield.

It was probably evening, the sky was gray and there was no sun. The village made of crooked bricks and stones was shrouded in gloom, and in the sand and smoke blown by the wind, it looked as lifeless as an old man.

There is a stone tablet standing beside the dusty dirt road at the entrance of the village, with the three calligraphy characters "Su's Village" written neatly on it.

This is where everyone has to survive for five days.

"We have reached our destination, please get off the bus immediately."

The car door opened with a click, and a hoarse neutral recording came from the direction of the driver's seat, accompanied by the "sizzling" sound of electromagnetic disturbance, and the tone was full of urging.

The players didn't dare to delay any longer, and stood up as fast as possible and jumped out of the car one by one.

Qisi sat on his seat, waited for everyone else to get out of the car, and then pretended not to be aware of it and leaned over to the driver's seat to take a look.

A small tape recorder lay quietly on the driver's seat, but nothing else.

Qisi picked up the tape recorder and stuffed it into his arms, then walked out of the car feeling slightly disappointed.

Behind him, the bus closed its doors automatically and drove away.

An enthusiastic male voice narrated from the bottom of my mind, reading a background introduction similar to that of a tour guide:

[Su's Village was originally a poor small village. The harvest was poor every year and everyone was hungry. They often took their families to neighboring villages to beg for food.

[During the famine years, disasters occurred in various places, but the gods took pity on Su's village and sent divine meat to help it tide over the difficulties]

[Many years have passed, and the old people in the village have died one after another, but the legend of the sacred meat has been told over and over again, attracting tourists from all over the world]

[The eleven of you are tourists who came here because of the reputation. You will live in the village for five days, taste the sacred meat, and experience the local customs and customs.]

【Wish you all a good time】

Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the word "god".

It is known that there is a main god in weird games, and there is a god who is behind the scenes in the copy of "Rose Manor", but I don't know what the god in this copy is.

"Have mercy on Su's Village, will you send down the divine meat?" Qisi chewed the narration's information silently, and a sentence came to his mind for no reason -

"God does not love the world."

Is this dungeon different from the previous dungeon, or is it just the same filth covered with a mask of tranquility?

Zhu Ling raised her hand to straighten her hair that was messed up when braking, and expressed her opinion at the right time: "About the so-called 'divine meat', I thought of a story. Legend has it that Sakyamuni Buddha once encountered a beast on the road. A vulture hunted a dove, and the dove sought His protection, but the vulture would starve to death if it had no meat to eat, so the Buddha cut off his own flesh and fed it to the vulture as compensation.”

"If that's the case, this god is pretty good." The fat man with the white mark on his face touched his bald head and said cheerfully, "I wonder if I can worship him and let him bless me. Make a fortune."

Qisi remembered that this person was called "Zhang Licai" and he was a crosstalk talker. After entering the weird game, his wish was to pay off the loan sharks he owed and own a property of his own.

A young man wearing glasses next to him listened to Zhang Licai's words and interjected: "I have read thousands of posts on the forum in the past three days, and the most important conclusion I have drawn is not to believe in the kindness of weird games. Meeting gods and the like Setting, it’s always right to assume that he is the villain.”

He changed the topic: "By the way, are any of you ready to get a strategy post related to this copy? I don't have any impression of this copy."

Everyone shook their heads, and Qisi remained calm.

He only read those strategy posts that explored the essence and rules. As for those that analyzed specific copies, he didn't read a single word.

There is no other reason. The time cost is far greater than the profit obtained. In Zis's view, if he does not make a profit, he loses money - he hates losing money most in his life.

At the front of the crowd, Yang Yundong, who always looked like he was not to be trifled with, probably wanted to say something. He put his hand into the pocket of his military coat almost out of habit.

Realizing that he didn't touch anything, he lowered his hand nonchalantly, his face even more irritated: "This is a new dungeon. In the novice pool, there were originally 429 dungeons starting with the letter 'S'. This is Four hundred and thirty."

Yang Yundong's tone of voice was solemn, and coupled with his status as a veteran player and veteran, his conclusion immediately gained the trust of others.

The faces of all the players were not good-looking, and some of them were already cursing in a low voice.

The information and precautions for each dungeon have been worked out by generations of players; the first wave of players received by a newly opened dungeon are undoubtedly cannon fodder for the dungeon. Look at fate.

Zhou Yilin was originally shaking with fear, but now she felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, and started crying again: "I don't want to die, wuwu... I really didn't know that if I clicked 'yes', I would come in..."

"Why are you crying? There's no point in crying!" The sloppy man standing behind her couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly, "If you keep crying, get the hell away, don't bother me!"

Zhou Yilin trembled with fright, but immediately fell silent, her shoulders shaking and sobbing. Zhu Ling quickly went over to hold her shoulders, patted her gently, and comforted her in a low voice.

Zeiss stood aside listlessly. Just now, he had realized that although the players in this dungeon were entering the dungeon for the second time on average, their quality was not even a little worse than the previous dungeon.

——At least Lin Chen didn't cry for half an hour, Chang Xu didn't scold the newcomer, and Shen Ming and Ye Zi didn't have their emotions written on their faces.

"Stop arguing, what's the point of bullying a little girl? If you have anything to say, we can talk to the village first." Yang Yundong interrupted the useless quarrel in time, and then gave the sloppy man a warning look.

The sloppy man looked around and saw that no one was supporting him, so he had to shut up bitterly.

Then, Yang Yundong looked at Zhou Yilin again: "What he said is right. You've already come in, so what's the use of crying? You have to wait until you can survive, and then cry when you go out."

Zhou Yilin wiped away her tears and remained silent. The first wave of disputes were settled by each party's fifty-fifty blow.

The sky has long been dark, the mist is steaming not far from the village, and clusters of dark shadows are faintly visible, swaying, which can easily trigger bad associations. The mist forms a circle, slowly and steadily shrinks in scope, and rolls towards the player.

Staying outside the village would undoubtedly mean danger.

Yang Yundong took the lead and walked straight into the village without saying a word. Everyone followed him one after another without much hesitation.

Qisi fell at the end of the team, silently reviewing everyone's reactions after the dungeon started in his mind.

Eleven people are too many and too chaotic. Standing in the middle of the crowd too early will only reveal the truth and become the target of public criticism.

When you are not capable, putting yourself at the forefront will only dig your own grave.

He knows this and is more than happy to hold good people at gunpoint and help them dig their graves and bury them.

There were some minor bugs in the previous chapter. Thanks to the book friends for pointing them out, the author has corrected them one by one. After eighteen consecutive days of military training, the author was training hard and updating the article at the same time. The author's mind was already overheated and confused (yes, he was just quibbling)... I stopped talking and went to bed. I felt so uncomfortable...