Infinite weird games

[The copy of "Carnivore (Beginner)" has been permanently closed due to force majeure]

[Last passer: ** (This player has no nickname set to be displayed)]

In the Ruins of the Sunset, all players heard the system announcement and saw the changes on the stone tablet.

Discussions exploded.

"What's going on? A novice copy can be permanently closed. What happened?"

"This time and the last broadcast of "Rose Manor" by TE were exactly 72 hours apart. It couldn't be the same person, right?"

"The newcomers are all monsters. What I'm more curious about is what he did to the copy of "Carnivore", other than blowing up the copy, right?"

"Who knows, maybe he will compile a strategy. I'll check it out on the forum then."

"People who have been here tell you not to have high hopes. The guide for clearing the TE level last time is gone!"

Although the players had a lively discussion, they did not put too much real emotion into it.

After all, it's just a novice copy.

In the past thirty-six years, there have been countless newcomers with amazing talents, most of whom failed in the third copy and disappeared into obscurity.

Whether you will ascend to the throne of God or fall into the abyss remains to be seen when you become an official player.

…

In Beidu, in the mountains far away from the busy city, a building completely covered with white metal stands silently. The street lights among the trees cast a blazing light, and the sparse tree shadows are reflected on the building shell through the forest leaves.

There are no inscriptions or signs indicating its function around the building, but several military trucks are parked. Personnel in black uniforms go between the trucks and the building, removing sealed iron boxes wrapped in black cloth from the trucks.

After the iron boxes were moved into the building, they were sent directly into the cold underground by the elevator, and then transported into individual iron rooms with only a small window left.

The words "contained object" can be vaguely seen on the door of the room, as well as various numbers indicating the level of danger.

In the bottom corner of the fifth underground floor of the building is a recording room, and the voices of statements are heard steadily.

"The dungeon of "Carnivore" is an eleven-person large-scale team survival type, with triggered rules and weird stories. The main task is to survive for five days. The rules that have been tested are as follows:

"First, the ghosts in Su's Village cannot be killed by forces from outside the village..."

Yang Yundong sat back in his chair, tiredly but calmly repeating the rules one by one and the written information in every corner.

A middle-aged man stood silently aside, holding a recording device with a solemn expression. His identity is not a secret here - Shao Qingmin, deputy director of the second room of the Weird Investigation Bureau.

"Third, the ghosts in the ancestral hall are always hungry..."

"The danger on the first night comes from hunger, and the solution is to eat sacred meat; you can get enough sacred meat by going to the village chief's house, and the village chief's weakness is sunlight; you have to go to the ancestral hall to worship, and the ancestral hall is only open in the morning..."

"The subsequent development is unknown, the point of death is unknown, and the ending is unknown."

The moment he heard "The ending is unknown", Shao Qingmin already understood everything.

He half-crouched down, held Yang Yundong's hand tremblingly, and asked in a harsh voice: "Old Yang, what happened?"

Yang Yundong slowly moved his eyes to look at Shao Qingmin, and saw a pair of equally tired eyes.

He continued in a reporting tone: "Three people who claim to be Zhao Feng, Zhou Yilin, and Chang Xu have a tendency to massacre casual players. Among them, 'Chang Xu' is more dangerous. If he survives, he meets the criteria for being included in the key observation list." ”

Through Shao Qingmin's blurred eyes, Yang Yundong saw the blood oozing out of his mouth and nose, and felt pain belatedly.

He wondered for no reason, would it be as painful as being burned by fire?

"Old Yang, can you still hold on? Describe the appearance of that 'Chang Xu' so I can build a file..."

Yang Yundong was silent, the young man's sarcastic words echoing uncontrollably in his mind.

‘What is public order? What is justice? In order to maintain peace and stability on the surface, the whole federation is talking about ghosts. Children who are born with the ability to see ghosts are treated as monsters, and victims of strange events are sent to mental hospitals...Brother Yang, what does this mean? ’

As his consciousness faded, the pain became more and more vivid. Yang Yundong shook his head gently and subconsciously reached for his pants pocket.

This time, it wasn't empty inside. With trembling hands, he took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

Shao Qingmin helped him light the cigarette: "Old Yang, please describe the appearance of 'Chang Xu'."

The silvery white smoke curled up like silk threads for a while. Yang Yundong took a sudden breath, letting the smoke swirl in his lungs before blowing out.

He stared at the smoke filling the air, and it suddenly seemed as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to the time when he was still a soldier six years ago.

He saw the faces that had long been blurred in his memory, and the corners of his eyes felt a little sore.

"Old Yang, please describe the appearance of 'Chang Xu'." Shao Qingmin said.

Yang Yundong didn't answer.

He took another drag on his cigarette and exhaled clouds of smoke, his voice lazily reminiscing: "In that fire, our entire class died in it, except for me..."

"I don't have a family. They all have wives and children... Why wasn't I the one who died?"

Yang Yundong's pupils were dilated, and his voice and breathing gradually became softer together, almost inaudible like gossamer: "Old Shaoqian said that the federation knew that it was weird, and that it was full of ghosts. People can't get rid of them..."

"Why... why do you have to let us fill it in one by one?"

…

"Why do people like you still live in this world?"

Zeiss had a long nightmare.

In the dream, all the creatures that had died at his hands long ago were still alive, and they frequently asked questions that were either contemptuous or disgusting.

The children laughed and tore up his books, and announced in a tone they had expected: "Chisi is as bad as everyone said after reading such terrible things all day long!"

The aunt held the broom and pointed at him with one finger: "You defeated your parents to death, and then they come to eat us and use ours. It's really unlucky!"

Shovelfuls of dirt were poured down on the body in the deep pits of the wasteland in the countryside. Vicious dogs raised in black factories were barking all over the mountains and plains. Wet snakes and insects wrapped around the neck of the young man hiding behind the coffin. Military trucks full of people were wearing white robes. The saints, the bodies being dragged out, the fire...

All kinds of tiny pictures are mixed in front of my eyes, and all kinds of shadows are on the stage after you sing, it's so lively.

Qisi watched the commotion of these monsters and monsters with boredom. He estimated that his brain had received sufficient rest before he fell back and woke up from his dream.

He sat on the sofa, yawned blearily, lowered his head and continued to read the book in his hand that he had half-read before entering the copy.

The book is very short and I finished it in less than half an hour.

Being too bored, Ziss turned to the postscript and read it word for word.

[During the inspection, I lived in a village called ‘Su’s Village’. The person who entertained me was an old man who called himself "Po Po Su". Many of the stories in the book were pieced together from her narration...]

The calm narrative contained a wealth of information, and Qisi frowned slightly.

He took out his mobile phone and searched for the words "Su's Village". He looked through a bunch of messy text junk and couldn't find any information that matched the description in the postscript.

The author of that book collected stories in Yuzhou, and no matter how he searched for the term "Su's Village in Yuzhou", he could not find an exact match.

The date marked in the postscript is July 6, 2017, and now it is March 13, 2035. The huge village has disappeared in eighteen years, which is a bit strange no matter how you look at it.

Later in the night, Qisi was sure that he could not find any information on the public Internet, so he entered the game forum again.

There is only one post containing the keyword "Su's Village".

# A new copy "Carnivore" has been added to the novice pool. The known rules are as follows #

This post was from the Kyushu Guild, and Qisi read it at a glance.

The long article was just a retelling of the text information in the copy of "Carnivore". I don't know how the Kyushu Guild knew this.

After searching for another long time, but still unable to find any valuable content, Qisi directly dialed his friend's phone number.

His original intention was just to leave a missed call record so that his friend could call back the next day.

Unexpectedly, my friend answered the phone within a second and responded like a barrage of words: "Old Qi, do you think this is a coincidence? I was just thinking of calling you to report the investigation results. Why did you call me?" Are you here? Don’t worry, I’ll do the work, you don’t need to rush me..."

"Jin Yusheng," Qisi interrupted his friend's chatter, "If you keep talking nonsense, I can't guarantee that I won't stuff you into the suitcase next time we meet."

To be able to survive by Zis's side and maintain a friendship with him for six years, this friend is certainly not an ordinary person.

This person's main job is a heavenly master, and his side job is an intelligence dealer. He hangs around in gray areas on weekdays, and has friends with all kinds of religions and nine schools. He knows all kinds of trivial things. It is not an exaggeration to call himself "a hundred Xiaosheng in the contemporary world".

"Old Qi, I was wrong!" Jin Yusheng knelt down quickly on the phone, "Getting back to the topic, I checked all the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the craftsmen who made your bracelet. They are all good people, so I sent him to the Seventh National Congress. I dropped by Auntie Guba’s house..."

Qisi was a little hungry, so he got up and walked into the kitchen to open a package of instant noodles, poured the noodles and seasonings into the pot, and scooped out a bowl of water.

"...I'm not saying that you should go check it out if you are persecuted. I think it will not only torture you, but also destroy your friends."

Qisi turned the fire to the maximum and said to himself: "I have one more thing to ask you. Check whether the 'Su's Village' mentioned in the postscript of the book "Yuzhou Chronicles" actually exists. What is the specific situation? And whether there is really a person named Su Po. "

He looked out the window through the glass door of the kitchen.

The low night sky was illuminated by car lights and billboards on high-rise buildings, and the traffic on the road stretched all the way to the horizon. A city without night is full of prosperity, and all the evil spirits, weirdness, and strange stories seem to exist only in the surprises passed down by word of mouth, and there is no living space in the streets and alleys.

Chiss knew that there were ghosts in the world. He could naturally see ghosts before he was sixteen years old. When necessary, he also used those supernatural powers to do some less legal things...

The memories of the past fade with the passage of emotions, gradually becoming as pale as traces of water, and as illusory as an imaginary dream.

Even if he encounters all kinds of weirdness in the weird game, Qisi always feels that there is a barrier between the game and reality, which is another life...

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Hey, let me tell you, why didn't I realize you were so serious before? You have to find out why other people's novels are just made up."

Chiss hung up the phone directly.

Guessing that the time was almost up, he poured the noodles from the pot into the bowl.

Seeing a layer of diced beef floating on the surface, he tapped his little finger and activated the [Evil God's Finger Bone] prop effect.

As his thoughts expanded endlessly, Qiss suddenly thought that if weirdness could enter reality, there would definitely be many organizations in the world that focused on weird games.

Three days ago, people from the Public Security Bureau investigated Liu Ajiu, which was already very suspicious.

Afterwards, he checked the official report from the federal government and found that Liu Ajiu had not committed any crime in recent times. What on earth were those people pretending to be police officers investigating?

——Do they also know about the existence of weird games?

The power of the officialdom and the various private forces growing in the shadows cannot be underestimated.

Zeiss knew that anyone with a better weapon could easily physically eliminate him.

He was alone and trusted no one; the only thing he could rely on was his seemingly unique ability to bring game props to reality.

But I wonder, after gathering enough strength, can he also sit at the negotiating table and seek greater benefits?

Qisi held his chin with his hand and stared at the diced beef in his noodles.

The effect of [Evil God's Finger Bone] seems to be literal, it can only change the taste of meat.

The diced beef still looked like diced beef, and it might taste vegetarian, but Qiss, who had just experienced the "Carnivore" copy, didn't want to swallow this thing at all.

So, he picked up the chopsticks and began to patiently pick out the diced beef one by one...