Infinite Weird Game

Chapter 122 Shuangxi Town (23) Abandoned

Everything is gone, including sounds, memories and images.

In the darkness, Qisi lost all sense of touch, as if he was suspended in a sea of ​​dense fog, and his whole body was wrapped in invisible things.

He couldn't see anything, but he could feel a line of sight wandering in the depths of his soul as if it were real, peering from the most unobstructed place, or... searching.

Yes, look for it.

Qisi felt like he was like a pile of cotton wool with a pearl buried inside. A hand was opening him up from the inside out, searching for the pearl meticulously.

Of course, a hand is not a hand in conventional understanding. It is more similar to a polymer of sight, thoughts, ideas and other indescribable things. It is a tactile imagination of an indescribable image.

Zeiss could only try to understand what he was and was about to encounter through the fragments of chaotic scenes that emerged in his mind.

He vaguely realized that the misfortune he suffered was probably due to "the crime of possessing a jade". Even if it was not entirely the case, it was probably part of the reason.

Considering that he was already half-dead, he simply remained motionless and concentrated on pretending to be a piece of rotten meat, allowing the other party to search diligently.

Gradually, he became a little tired of the tossing, and asked impatiently: "What are you looking for? Tell me, and I will help you find it together."

The other party didn't seem to expect that he was so kind. His hands froze for a moment, and then he continued to search silently.

Time passed by, and Qisi wanted to fall asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep while being watched.

...It would be nice if there was a quilt, and a straw mat for wrapping the body would also be good.

He thought endlessly, and miscellaneous memories suddenly surged uncontrollably.

When he was 12 years old, he quietly killed a neighbor's large dog. After practicing, he learned from his experience and dealt with a classmate who had been causing him a lot of trouble.

A few months before I turned 17, I sat on the windowsill and ate sesame seed cakes that were so cold that they hardened, while watching the bloody scene of a red-clothed ghost killing my uncle and aunt.

Unimportant pictures were fast-forwarded, because the speed was too fast, and finally mixed into mosaic-like blocks of color. The red, yellow, and blue paints were knocked over in front of the eyes, and at a certain moment they were separated into countless small dots, and the collage was formed. Recognized picture.

Enter the weird games, Rose Manor, Carnivorous, Dialectical Games, Hopeless Sea...

Copies flashed in front of his eyes, and Qiss realized that the other party was searching his memory.

There are no secrets. Everything you experience and think is seen through. There is no way to stop or refuse...

Qis suddenly felt a strong sense of nausea, as if a tapeworm he accidentally swallowed while eating noodles was squirming in his blood vessels, slowly and stickyly crawling all over his body.

He felt like vomiting, but since he couldn't move, vomiting would most likely only cause him to choke to death on bile.

When the gap between strength and personality reaches a certain level, small creatures may only be able to look up to the great beings in the sky and resign themselves to waiting for natural disasters and death to come.

Qisi watched the scene in front of him drowsily as it was frozen in Double Happiness Town, witnessing his every move as a bystander in a fog.

[This information has been locked for you and you have no right to know it]

Suddenly, a line of blood-colored writing popped up, but it was not on the system interface, but in a dark void.

This sentence was probably a warning to the being who was searching for memories, because Qiss felt that the hand that was searching for him froze.

I couldn't stand the rules anymore, so I stopped it out of fairness?

Zeiss thought with a bit of humor.

Sure enough, the next second, the memory stopped abruptly, and all thoughts that could point to specific details were disrupted, making it difficult to piece together the full picture of the situation.

The shock that did not belong to him came through his soul, and Qiss wanted to laugh.

He suddenly realized that he was not helpless.

The plan that was made in advance and seemed to be desperate because of desperation may have seemed too crazy and whimsical at the beginning, but at this moment, it seemed that there was a possibility of success.

Although he is located on the opponent's home court and is at a disadvantage in terms of props, experience, trump cards, etc., he has an absolute advantage in one aspect.

That is - the amount of information.

Yes, he entered the game 36 years late and lacked a lot of intelligence and information, but he still knew some things that the other party didn't know, such as... the location of the thing the other party was looking for.

Although the total amount of information the other party knows is much more than him, including many secrets such as the nature of the weird game and the origin of the rules, but when you are eager to find something, the value of the information related to that thing is enough to be put aside. to the maximum.

——Even played a role in deciding the victory.

"Tell me where the authority of the contract lies. It is not a creation that mortals can touch." A voice sounded from the bottom of his mind, with a hint of threat and command.

The wording is enough to explain the problem. The identity of the other party is ready to be revealed. He is an evil god with similar status as "Qi".

At the same time, Qiss also knew what the evil god was looking for.

Yes, [Soul Contract], a skill that involves rules, and authority that only gods can possess, was given to a newcomer who had just entered the strange game.

But this newcomer lives alone, is isolated, has no ability to compete with God, and even knows nothing about many dangers.

Putting himself in his shoes, Qisi felt that he would be sorry if he didn't take some measures.

Huge benefits often mean risks, but as long as the benefits are substantial enough, it is worth risking your life and fortune.

Thinking of this, Qiss smiled: "It seems that your god is not omniscient and omnipotent at all. What good does it do me to tell you the position of the contract authority?"

God said, "You can leave alive, and I will allow you to believe in me and answer your prayers."

The tone of giving alms is consistent with the image of gods in monotheistic religions.Unfortunately, there is clearly more than one god in Weird Games.

Qis thought for a while and said: "How about you bid with Qi? Whoever bids the highest price will be the one I trust. Qi gave me the skill [Soul Contract], do you have anything of higher value that you can give me?" ?”

"..."

The space suddenly shook violently, and a pair of golden eyes suddenly opened in the darkness, casting their gaze.

For a moment, Zeiss was overwhelmed by a feeling of fear deep in his soul, as if those eyes were a cat's and he was a mouse living in a ditch.

Severe pain, as if countless knives were stabbed into the flesh from all angles, rotated and agitated, and then picked out the blood vessels... The pain-sensing nerves were run over with needles, punctured and provoked repeatedly...

Wave after wave of pain was like endless waves, but a voice told him in a persuasive way that as long as he told him the location of the contract authority, he would be free.

The pain was so extreme that Qiss laughed out loud.

If he had been passive at first, now the initiative has returned to his hands, and even the success rate of the plan has increased from 1% to 99%.

The other party had no more effective way to deal with him and could only use the most primitive method of extracting a confession.

Although he is afraid of pain, he is also very good at being patient, especially when he knows that he can make the other person extremely unhappy. He would rather lose eight hundred to himself than let the other person have his way.

The depression I had felt since entering this dungeon was swept away. It was like holding a peppermint candy in your mouth. After all the pungent taste faded away, the tip of your tongue finally tasted sweetness.

Qisi's laughter became more and more unrestrained, gradually turning into a hearty laugh.

When asked the same question again.

He uttered two words with great pleasure: "Guess."...

Shang Qingbei had a dream. In the dream, there was darkness, with only a yellowed page floating in front of his eyes.

There is something written on the page in words that do not belong to any country, but the meaning can be understood the moment your eyes touch it.

[Side mission: Destroy Xi'er's happy event]

This is what is written on the paper. Shang Qingbei saw his signature in the lower right corner of the text, and he signed it with his real name.

He remembered from this that on the first night, he made a deal with a certain existence in the serial dream. That existence helped him wake up from the nightmare, and he had to complete the side mission.

However, the way in which this line of tasks was completed was obviously contrary to the requirements of that existence. Does this count as a breach of his promise?
Now that I am trapped in a dream again, is that existence going to settle the score?

Shang Qingbei suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and then he saw the page in front of him change.

The side mission written on it was uncovered and then disappeared into the void; but underneath, there was a page with completely different words written on it:
【Kill Qiss】

His name is also signed in the lower right corner.

The deal actually had two terms, and Shang Qingbei suddenly realized that in his dream last night, the existence never clearly told him what he needed to do.

It turns out that waiting here... rescuing Xi'er is not part of the transaction at all, it is just a misdirection caused by the other party's use of word games!
Shang Qingbei took a breath of cold air, but there was no anger after being fooled.

It is known that the other party is in an absolutely dominant position and is likely to have higher authority. There is no benefit to be gained from arguing with the other party.

On the contrary, he felt lucky that the mission of rescuing Xi'er that he messed up was not important and he would not be held accountable for it.

At this moment, Shang Qingbei's eyes returned to the terms of the contract again.

[Kill Qiss], who is "Qiss"?
There is no doubt that this is the real name of one of the players.

Shang Qingbei recalled all the details at the beginning of the copy, including the performance of Du Xiaoyu and "Qi Wen". It can be determined that "Qi Wen"'s surname is "Qi"...

A portrait emerged in the darkness, confirming Shang Qingbei's judgment.

The next second, he felt someone push his back.He staggered, sat up from the bed suddenly, and saw the dark sky outside the window.

He sat for a while, pulling away from the confusion in his dream and gradually calming down.

Dreams are creations of the subconscious mind and can stimulate people's instincts.In a dream, one may take killing as a matter of course, but in reality, one cannot give up morality after all.

There was no light in the room, and the light was so dim that only the outlines of the figures could be seen clearly.

Shang Qingbei turned his head and glanced at the figure lying on the middle bed, his eyes a little complicated.

It’s true that he doesn’t have much affection for “Qi Wen” or Qi Si. Maybe it’s because the latter always likes to verbally criticize him, or maybe it’s because they are both players who are good at solving puzzles, but they have different opinions. ...But these are not going to lead to a life-and-death fight.

Under the "guaranteed death toll" mechanism, Shang Qingbei may feel happy about the death of his companions, but he will never kill other players with his own hands.

After all, everyone is human, and the biggest enemy is weirdness, which needs to be faced together.

What's more, he is just a high school student. If he kills someone, can he return to his original life?

While he was hesitating, "Ziss" sat up from the bed without warning and turned on the LED light of the makeup mirror under the pillow.

There is now light in the room. Although there is only one light source and it is not bright, it is enough for people to see each other clearly.

Shang Qingbei saw the young man wandering to the wall and patting Xu Yao awake who was lying in her clothes.

Shang Qingbei woke up from a dream and glanced at Du Xiaoyu, who was drooling all over the pillow next to him. He leaned over with some disgust and slapped his back with the English dictionary in his hand.

Du Xiaoyu jumped up from the bed, his face was not very good, but he woke up in an instant and realized that this was in the dungeon. The few people had agreed before going to bed that they would go out at night to explore the "Ghost Gate" mentioned in the rules. ".

As long as you investigate the ghost gate and find a way out, you can clear the level...

In the stillness of the night, the players dressed neatly under the light of the makeup mirror and went out one after another.

"Zis" stood at the front holding a makeup mirror.

In the courtyard, the darkness of the sky and the earth merges into one. The light from the makeup mirror is like a drop of water falling into an ink pool. It cannot dispel too much darkness. Instead, it shines on the ground with scattered paper scraps, making people feel more confused. Weird associations.

Shang Qingbei unknowingly leaned closer to the young man holding the light source. He felt the air-conditioning there and could not help but shudder.

Did "Ziss" transform into a refrigerator?Or did you go down a well and get frozen?

Shang Qing cursed in his belly, but kept walking, following the young man outside the courtyard.

The first night he was resistant to going out at night to explore, but now he has a positive attitude.

On the one hand, the hope of clearing the level is right in front of him, so he must hurry up and improve his performance points; on the other hand, everyone is acting together, giving him a sense of security that "the law does not punish everyone."

The young man walking in front pushed open the wooden door, and the biting cold wind blew in his face, taking away almost all the heat.

There was water mist outside the house, and the small water droplets suspended in the air reflected the light of the LED lights, making the eyes look white.

Shang Qingbei recalled the scene in his first night's dream for no reason. Standing here with him at that time was a ghost with the face of "Qisi".

Thinking of this, he looked the young man up and down and saw the bracelet and watch on the other's wrist, as well as the pendant on his neck.

——All the props are there, and it can be confirmed that Qiss is a human at this time.

The young man was oblivious to Shang Qingbei's probing eyes. He looked around and said, "We don't know the location of the ghost gate. We may have to be prepared to find nothing tonight."

Shang Qingbei agreed with this judgment and went on to say: "Our troops are divided into two groups. One group goes left and turns left when encountering a fork in the road; one group goes right and turns right when encountering a fork in the road. Tonight Let’s find the ghost gate first.”

He thought of the four characters [Kill Qisi] on the page in his dream, and added: "Qi Wen and I are in a team, let's go left. Let's explore as many places as possible."

He has a trump card in his hand that can kill anyone, but the activation conditions are too harsh.

However, as long as he can be inseparable from Qiss, the initiative to kill Qiss or not is in his hands, and he can act according to the situation.

Xu Yao nodded and said, "Then I'll team up with Du Xiaoyu. Let's go to the right."

Du Xiaoyu thought of something and looked at the young man holding the makeup mirror: "Brother Qi, let's separate the lighting props, otherwise we won't be able to see the road clearly. I remember that the phone with all false clues is quite bright when it is turned on."

The young man said calmly: "Throw it down the well."

His face was half-dark under the illumination of the LED light, cold and distant: "If you can't see the road clearly, walk slower."

"Let me ask, do you have such an attitude? It's a shame that I called you 'Brother Qi' for so long..." Du Xiaoyu finally couldn't hold back his temper and cursed in a low voice.

The young man turned around and walked to the left side of the road as if it had nothing to do with him.

Shang Qingbei followed closely behind.

There was a suona sound in the distance, eerie and harsh.

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