Infinite weird games

Chiss felt the emotion in the scream and said the conclusion he already knew without changing his face: "The man is dead."

"Dead... dead?" Lin Chen naturally heard the movement outside the door. He looked at Qisi with a white face and cast a questioning look, "Didn't you say that you can not open a blind box?"

"But it's a pity that rational people only make up a minority of the group." Qiss had already walked to the door and pushed it open. "Are you interested in going and taking a look together?"

He has seen a lot of dead people, but encountering life and death in a weird game is a novel experience.

He was curious about what it was like to die in a weird game.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, the strong smell of blood hit his face. It briefly overwhelmed the fragrance of flowers, and mixed with the original disgusting aroma in the air to form a sweet and greasy smell, which stuck to his body. Being piled on.

Qisi lowered his head and saw a pool of paint-like blood on the ground a few centimeters in front of his toes. It was half-solidified, and the surface was as uneven as magma. It was dripping lifelessly on the ground. It barely stained his face. Sole.

Lin Chen also saw the blood on the ground. The next second, he let out a high-pitched scream, like a rooster whose neck was stepped on.

He shouted and jumped up. If Zeiss hadn't dodged in time, he would have been hanging on Zeiss.

"You go back first." Qisi stroked the bracelet on his right wrist and said as calmly as possible, "If you want to vomit, remember to clean it up yourself."

Lin Chen felt like he was being pardoned. He turned around and rushed back to the room, followed by the sound of vomiting.

The source of the blood was in the center of the flat floor, where a dark shadow suddenly lay. Zou Yan and Ye Zi were looking around the mass.

Qisi carefully followed the edge of the blood stain, walked over, and finally saw clearly what was on the ground.

It was a corpse with blurred flesh and flesh and an unidentifiable appearance. It was naked and curled up into a ball. The skin on the surface was cut into small pieces by messy lines. Plush tentacles sprouted from the flesh. If you look closely, you can see that it is clearly that of a plant. rhizome.

Blooming roses spurted from the corpse's wide-open mouth, and the thick stems and leaves attached to the back were inserted straight into the throat, as if the head was used as a flower pot for planting.

Zou Yan and Ye Zi lined up on both sides, both of them relatively calm. Except for the unknown scream at the beginning, there was no evidence to show their fear.

Ye Zi said to himself: "Someone died on the first night. I don't know what rules were violated..."

There was a bit of sadness in her eyes: "This way of death is really miserable."

Zou Yan said with relief: "It's not necessarily the players who die, maybe it's the NPC who provided clues?"

"It was Brother Shen who died." Qisi made a judgment, "Height 183-185 cm, medium build, basically consistent with Brother Shen."

Ye Zi retorted like a reflex: "Even if this is the case, it doesn't necessarily mean..."

Qisi remained silent and knelt down in front of the corpse. He took out the napkin from the dining table yesterday and wrapped it in his right hand. He gently touched the rose petals that were stained scarlet with blood.

The forearm-long rose was carefully pushed aside by him, and the thick, semi-coagulated blood flowed out slowly.

Zou Yan looked at his movements with a strange look on her face: "Qisi, what are you doing?"

Qisi said calmly: "Didn't I tell you that I am a taxidermist? I specialize in dealing with corpses."

Zou Yan: This professional has a wide range of contacts. Are the specimens you make serious?

As he spoke, Qisi closed the corpse's jaw with a knuckle, and his long white fingers touched the remains of the deceased. Like magic, they slid and jumped on the corpse's face, and soon the broken face was covered with blood and flesh. A person's appearance was synthesized, and Shen Ming's face appeared in front of the three people.

The identity of the deceased was now finalized, Zou Yan took a breath, and Ye Zi's face immediately turned as pale as paper, no better than the corpse.

If there was still some luck before, now there is no room for change.

"How is it possible?" Ye Zi's voice sounded bitter, "He doesn't deserve to die, he is... he is an old player..."

Qisi asked back: "Chang Xu, who is in the same room with him, is also an old player, isn't he?"

He wiped his fingers clean with a napkin, raised his eyelids and looked around: "Where is Chang Xu? Isn't he also dead?"

Zou Yan said hesitantly: "It seems that I haven't seen him yet. Maybe he hasn't woken up yet."

"As a police officer, your vigilance should not be so low." Qisi raised the corners of his lips and showed an unknown smile, "He and Brother Shen live in the same room. Not to mention rescuing people easily, even if things go wrong, he should know something. ”

People can make associations, and these words left plenty of room for deliberate hints and inducements.

Hearing this, Ye Zi murmured: "Brother Shen is an old player. No matter what happens, he will never fail to survive the first day, unless..."

She swallowed her subsequent words, and just a second later, the door in the corner was opened from the inside, revealing Chang Xu's figure.

He was dressed neatly in black clothes. It was obvious that he had just woken up, or it was unclear how long he had been awake and how much he had heard.

Qisi squinted at Chang Xu's gloomy face, which looked like he had not seen the light all year round, and asked with a half-smile: "You don't know anything about Brother Shen's death, do you?"

"It's normal for you to doubt me, but Shen Ming's death does have nothing to do with me." Chang Xu's voice was cold and calm, as if he didn't hear the guilt in Qisi's words at all, "Last night, the NPC suspected of Miss Anna knocked on the door When Shen Ming woke up and tried to open the door, I made a noise while trying to stop him. Then, the door was opened from the outside, and a strange vine-like thing stretched out. "

The concise narrative gives people a feeling of indifference. Combined with Chang Xu's expressionless face, people can't help but feel chilled.

Ye Zi asked coldly: "Why did nothing happen to you after he died?"

Chang Xu lowered his eyes and replied concisely: "They can't defeat me, so they can only change their target and drag Shen Ming out."

"Don't you want to give him a hand?"

"I pulled him once, but failed. I estimated the strength comparison. If I pull him again, he will be torn in half."

"These are just your one-sided words..."

Seeing that the situation was tense, Zou Yan made a timely rescue: "Stop talking, the person is dead, and there is no use in doubting each other now. This is a team copy, and I don't think there is any need for Chang Xu to deliberately harm Shen Ming."

Ye Zi sneered three times, and his tone became fierce: "Team copy? There is no team at all in this game! Everyone is an old player, and they all know the 'guaranteed number of deaths' mechanism. As long as enough people die, the remaining people can If you pass the customs safely, you can even get more rewards. Who knows if any of us have this intention?"

Qisi listened quietly to the side, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Last night's question was answered. I didn't expect that the weird game would have such a mechanism full of poison-raising. It seems that the situation needs to be re-analyzed.

Fortunately, he lives in isolation and has no unrealistic illusions about "companions". He doesn't need a reason to harm people. As long as he gets the chance, he will happily stab other players in the back.

For him, the situation has not changed much.

Zou Yan pulled Ye Zi's sleeves and persuaded earnestly: "Rule 7, only ghosts can kill humans. At least in this copy, players cannot kill each other."

Ye Zi retorted: "Who said you have to do it yourself? You just need to hide a few clues and borrow the power of ghosts..."

Chang Xu had been looking down at the corpse on the ground before, but now he suddenly raised his eyes and stared coldly into Ye Zi's eyes: "You know a lot about how to harm people."

Ye Zi uttered four words: "each other."

Qisi stood aside and watched the farce in front of him at leisure.

These players seem to have secrets, and they involve a lot of secrets.

The forces in the strange game may be complicated and not as simple as imagined, and even multiple game models have gradually evolved...

Interesting, very interesting.

Chang Xu glanced at Ye Zi lightly, said nothing, turned and walked towards the stairs.

Qisi looked at his back, smiled to himself, and followed him.

"Chang Xu, I have a question. How did you determine the specific time after you woke up last night? You obviously violated the second rule, so why did you survive?"

He deliberately muddied the water, making insinuations from all angles, and pushing out an unlucky guy to bear everyone's suspicions.

At this moment, he pretended to hesitate and asked the last question: "Do you know something, or - have any other means?"

Without saying a word, Chang Xu took out a pocket watch from his arms and threw it to Qisi.

The moment I took the simple copper watch into my hands, a slight coolness penetrated into my skin, and lines of prompt text appeared in front of my eyes.

[Name: Destiny Pocket Watch (Broken)]

[Type: props]

[Effect: Mark objective time]

[Note: The God of Destiny has long established the following concept: punctuality is a good quality, especially after the contract is established]