Infinite Weird Game

The faint green flame emitted a faint light through the thin paper lampshade, and the faint light points merged into a stream, swaying and pointing in one direction.

The green lantern leads the way for wandering souls to return home.

Qi Si stood up straight, holding the lantern and walking down the stairs, followed by Qiu Xin, who was as silent as a ghost.

The two of them went down to the first floor lobby, walked out of the residence, and met Lin Chen, who looked dazed.

In a seven-person puzzle dungeon, if three people can survive, it is considered a good survival rate.

If it weren't for the confusing operations of Luo Haihua and his wife, and if it weren't for Qis killing someone on the first night, more people should have survived.

"Brother Qi, Teacher Luo and the others can't leave without the Qingdeng, right?" Lin Chen asked in a hoarse voice.

Qis's well-founded plan of sacrificing one person to save the majority was based on the premise that Luo Haihua and his wife were able to leave the copy.

Qi Si, Qiu Xin, and Luo Haihua and his wife, a total of four people, against Lin Chen and Tang Yu, is an absolute majority. Tang Yu's sacrifice is justified.

But if we don't count Luo Haihua and his wife, the number of people in the ghost camp and the human camp is exactly equal, so it's easy to decide which side should be sacrificed.

Qi Si nodded: "From the hint text, it is true. But it is not a pity. They cooperated with the ghosts to deceive people and provided false clues. They deserved to die."

He told Lin Chen the facts he had just confirmed in the Zhendong residence, which earned him a look of astonishment from the latter.

Lin Chen never thought that Luo Haihua and his wife would mislead players on key clues. Firstly, this was a team copy that could theoretically be cooperated in. Secondly, Luo Haihua and his wife were members of the Jiuzhou Guild and looked like good people.

There is no benefit in deception and hostility. Even if all other players are dragged into the water, it does not mean that they can leave alive without the guiding green lantern.

So why do it? Is it just selfishness?
Lin Chen felt that his three views had been reshaped again and again in this copy, and were almost beaten to the point of being full of cracks and in tatters.

He thought for a moment and asked again, "Brother Qi, half an hour ago I saw five green lanterns guiding the way. How come they suddenly became four?"

"Who knows?" Qi Si, who had taken the initiative to scrap a guiding green lantern, remained calm. "Maybe there was a bug in the system, or maybe Tang Yu felt that the green lantern was useless and extinguished one?"

The hatred that knows everything but cannot say a word due to the soul contract:...6.

The three of them walked all the way to the west as indicated by the green lamp, but they did not encounter any figure, only ashes.

The scope of the east of the town seemed to be even wider than when we came here. There was no edge or end in sight at a glance, as if we were wandering aimlessly in the grassland where the gods died.

The air seemed to be filled with the tentacles of an invisible being, and a maddening feeling of suffocation entered the body through the nasal cavity, filling the cavities and blood vessels.

The further I go, the more I feel enveloped by an inexplicable fatigue and numbness, as if I were wandering at the bottom of the lightless and silent deep sea.

The ashes beside him began to burn without flames due to the heat. After the flat surface ground was burned, the bumpy ruins below were exposed.

The ruins were littered with all kinds of human corpses, including men, women, young and old, tall and short, fat and thin, but without exception they died with their eyes open and their bodies covered in blood.

The fear deep in the genes caused a dull pain in the heart, and the feeling of nausea continued to rise. Even people who were used to seeing corpses could not escape it.

It was more like some kind of mechanism in the dungeon, a deliberate challenge designed before dawn.

At the same time, a peaceful scene unfolds before our eyes. It is the intact Yanghua Town, where countless men and women in ancient and modern costumes live, with happy smiles on their faces.

"Don't go any further. It's so hard. You can't get out..."

"There's nothing good about reality. It's better to stay here, away from death and fear..."

"We all live here, we won't be alone..."

Thousands of whispers merge into one stream, tirelessly pouring into the players' minds.

Qi Si patiently picked out a few sentences and listened carefully, then laughed: "It's so boring to stay here and not be able to die."

He moved the lantern to his left hand, grabbed Lin Chen's wrist on the right, and pulled him forward.

When I glanced back by chance, I could no longer see the figure of Qiu Xin.

After walking a little further, what I saw were no longer ancient people, but figures wearing modern clothes.

"Stay here," they said. "You have already become ghosts. What's the point of leaving the dungeon?"

"You will harm everyone. You are pollution, a virus, and part of the weird invasion of reality..."

"Stay here, just for the sake of other players..."

Qi Si suddenly thought that Luo Haihua and his wife did not seem to have much ill will towards the players, otherwise they would not be willing to lend him the [Photographic Film].

Was the reason for leaving misleading clues in the east of the town also because he was instigated by these Xiyi and felt that keeping everyone in the copy would be beneficial to the safety of more people outside the copy?
What a righteous and self-righteous idea...

"Why?" Qi Si, who had already become a ghost, asked with a smile, "What does the fate of others have to do with me? If I can't return to reality, what is the need for reality to exist?"

The voice beside me changed to an accusatory tone: "You are so selfish! If everyone thinks like you, no one will be able to pass the final dungeon!"

Qi Si said "Oh" and asked seriously: "So, you guys are not trying to say that the purpose of knocking over the lanterns in the first few days was to prevent us ghosts from returning to reality?"

Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had known this, I wouldn't have turned other players into ghosts. Now we're in trouble. We've all become ghosts. What should we do?"

Qi Si's tone did not contain any regret, but rather was full of sarcasm and thorns.

He thought of the strange thing called "The Eternal Fire" that he extradited when he was sixteen.

The ghosts of those who died in the fire are trapped in the flames, endlessly igniting the flames, burning more and more passers-by to death.

Out of projection and compensation psychology, humans always want to drag others into the same situation when they are in trouble.

"Ghosts" are often more vicious than tigers, simply because they want to use the misery of others to highlight their own luck.

Qi Si knew all this and sneered, "If you really want to save more people, you can tell us the relevant information on the first day of the dungeon with pen and paper; if you are truly upright, you don't have to hide in the dark corners and wait for an opportunity to overturn our lanterns.

"Only those with the Green Lantern can leave the dungeon. You lost the Green Lantern for some reason and are trapped in the dungeon forever. No matter how much you talk, you are just trying to keep the others here to die with you.

"This is the selfish gene of human beings. I have it too, so I can understand it. But isn't it ridiculous that he has such dirty thoughts but still wants to make up a set of excuses to please himself?

"Light that is so blinding that it blinds people means darkness. Being forced to sacrifice without freedom is not greatness, but a sin. I admit that I am guilty, what about you?"

Lin Chen listened silently and asked hesitantly: "Brother Qi, but if we really become ghosts, what should we do?"

Qi Si sighed and looked at him with a caring eye: "So what if it's a ghost? So what if it's a human? Most of the thousands of corpses in Yanghua Town died at the hands of humans.

"Humans will not show mercy to you just because you are human, nor will they kill you just because you are a ghost. They may even be a little bit respectful of you.

"It seems that being a ghost is more comfortable than being a human, isn't it?"

Lin Chen tilted his head and thought for a while, then whispered back, "But this is different, right? The timeline of Yanghua Town is in ancient times, and there is also the background of alien invasion..."

"What's the difference?" Qi Si asked, "Humans are always used to dividing groups into pieces based on ethnicity, region, gender, and other elements, as if they have a few similarities that will allow them to fight against different kinds of people together.

“But the fact is that wealthy people of the same ethnic group will not be generous just because of their skin color, and there is often a gap between the rich and the poor, the high and the low in the same region, and people of the same gender will fight to the death when they encounter conflicting interests.

“Sometimes the difference between people is greater than the difference between people and beasts. The rentier class cannot understand why the lower class would kill for three thousand dollars, and the ruling class thinks they are wise when they make unjust laws.

“People of the same ethnicity, region, and gender have different interests and demands because of their different positions, and they are bound to do only things that are in their own interests. Who knows whether the person sitting in that position is a human, a ghost, a monster, or an alien?

"Correspondingly, as a single individual in a group, what difference does it make whether we are human, ghost, monster, or alien? In the final analysis, we are all selfish people driven by self-interest."

Lin Chen listened blankly and asked in a hoarse voice: "If that's the case, then Brother Qi, why do you save me again and again?"

"Why..." Qi Si narrowed his eyes, as if he was really stumped by this question and needed to think and recall carefully.

Two seconds later, he gave a familiar answer in a calm tone: "Maybe it's because your name sounds like the protagonist of a novel, so I think it's worth investing in it."

The same words can derive new meanings in different contexts and experiences. Lin Chen caught the word "investment" and his eyes dimmed.

After establishing the guild, Qis very deliberately instilled some dark sides into him, probably hoping that he could adapt to and devote himself to the treacherous and smokeless war as soon as possible.

He also gradually understood that the so-called pure whiteness only exists in ideals. In reality, there is no kindness without reason, and all the gifts of fate have been secretly marked with a price.

Since Qis saw his potential and invested in him, as the beneficiary, all he could do was try his best to create value and prove that Qis did not invest in the wrong person.

——You saved my life three times, it’s never too much.

The two continued their journey westward in silence.

The Xi Yi around them all dissipated after they realized they couldn't deceive them. The pressure on their bodies was much less, and although they still had difficulty breathing, they weren't suffocating.

Before long, they arrived in front of the huge mirror that divided the town into two.

Qi Si and Lin Chen stepped over one after the other, as if they had sat up from the bottom of the lake, finally freed from all the shackles and feeling relaxed.

Looking to the side where Meng's house was originally located, I saw a flame suddenly burning on the pile of ashes that should have been extinguished. It was as hot and strong as a ghost on Halloween, twisting into various shapes in the night sky with its fangs and claws.

The flame was clearly green in color, but it was out of tune with the coldness of the surroundings. The fuel that fueled its combustion was a green object, and when you got closer, you could roughly make out that it was a human figure.

After the tiger demon was killed, Meng Fang regained his body according to the deal with the evil god.

It was not known whether he was doing it to atone for his sins, or because he felt that all the townspeople were gone and life was boring as a commander without any troops, he jumped into the fire like the townspeople and lit a bonfire with his body.

Qi Si said that he could not understand this kind of self-sacrificing plot, especially when the protagonist did a lot of inexplicable things and was not popular with anyone.

Fame and fortune are all gone, and all efforts are in vain. Maybe it is just because you cannot accept the reality that you choose to break up? Who knows?
"Bang, bang, bang!"

The night watch gong sounded in the silent night, and nothingness was beating the watch dutifully in the deserted town.

Meng Fang is dead, and the copy mechanism that makes people fall asleep is naturally broken, and sleepiness has nowhere to grow.

The sky suddenly brightened, as if a huge knife had split the pitch-black sky apart. Brilliant white light was born from the belly of the night, pouring over every person and thing, and sharply condensing into a shell.

Clusters of black smoke formed by countless human faces surged in from the west of the town. The wronged souls that were supposed to possess the scarecrow at this moment could not find their bodies and let out screams of confusion or fear.

But soon, all emotions turned into joy.

They noticed the bonfire that was lit by Meng Fang's body. The green color was burning dimly, and it was not clear under the brighter light of the day, but it did exist.

After the fire that ignited the entire Yanghua Town was extinguished, only this fire was still burning tirelessly. It was clearly a ghost fire, but it did not frighten people. Instead, it added a sense of grandeur and solemnity.

"The lamp... is a guiding green lamp..."

"Take us away... home..."

All the black smoke turned around and rushed towards the last green fire between heaven and earth.

The billowing smoke did not extinguish the flames, but instead made the fire burn brighter and brighter.

However, the bonfire, which was as tall as a person, burned warmly, wrapping up all the remaining ghosts, like a ship in the wind and waves, carrying passengers back home.

Lin Chen stood still, watching the scene that signified the true end.

Qi Si also repeated to him the part about Meng Fang's worldview background.

The venue has been destroyed, all NPCs are dead, and the permanent closure of this copy is a foregone conclusion.

As a ghost, he will not leave any record of passing the level, which just allows Lin Chen to fill the gap as an MVP and stand in front of the stage to attract fire.

Lin Chen didn't know what Qi Si was thinking.

He stared at the bonfire and murmured, "When the country prospers, the people suffer; when the country perishes, the people suffer. Starting from Mengfang and ending at Mengfang, it can be considered a good ending."

The silvery-white text refreshed, accompanied by the festive sound of exploding fireworks.

[The ghost (exit) door (exit) has been opened, all the rules and worldviews have been cracked]

[Congratulations to the players for clearing the team dungeon "Ghost"]

The lantern in his hand turned into a shadow and disappeared. Qis felt something in his heart and looked up at the western sky.

There, green spots of light faintly outlined two doorways, as if they were the way to guide lonely souls from foreign lands back home.

It makes people feel at ease and yearn for it.

His perspective was suddenly pulled away from the ground and suspended high in the sky.

He saw his red-robed body floating up lightly and being sucked into one of the green doorways.

Then the sky and the earth spun, and the scene changed rapidly. When it settled down again, I saw a dense and lush bamboo forest, and terrifying tiger roars came from the depths.

A middle-aged man dressed as a traveler was lying quietly on a huge rock in the woods. Suddenly he opened his eyes and sat up.

He looked into the distance and muttered to himself, "What I just saw was bizarre. Was it real? Or a dream?"

The scene changes, and a middle-aged man sits at his desk, writing furiously without any corrections, and completes an article in one stroke.

【I was wandering in the universe and found an old story. Although there is no place to verify it, it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false, but looking at its meaning and learning from history, it can be a teacher for future generations. 】

The scene changed again, and what came into view was a blazing fire, engulfing the house and books.

The armed soldiers took the middle-aged man to the prison. Someone kicked him into the prison and spat at him: "What's the point of writing these? You may even lose your life!"

The middle-aged man was charged with "misleading the world and slandering the people" and was escorted to the execution ground.

Amid the cheers of the onlookers, a head fell to the ground with a thud.

The bodies were thrown into a mass grave, and the thin soil beneath it also buried Yanghua Town and would bury more people.

It was not until several years later that a stone tablet was inserted crookedly in the center, with only three large characters "Yanghua Town" engraved on it.

Someone put a food box in front of the monument, and it was full of Qingming dumplings.

【The most vicious tiger that devours people is the human heart. Only a wise and brave person can subdue the tiger in the heart. Others are deceived by the tiger in the heart, and fame, wealth, power, desire, time, situation, justice, and reason can all make it their accomplice.】

["The Ghost" True End-"Fu Hu" has been included]

[A copy will be automatically sent out after three minutes]

The ending CG roughly explains the experience of the character played by the player.

When this unlucky guy passed by a bamboo forest, his soul was accidentally sucked into Yanghua Town, and under the player's control, he experienced a chaotic experience.

After leaving Yanghua Town and returning to his place, he was deeply moved by this dreamlike experience and wrote an article to warn the world, but he accidentally lost his life...

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Qi Si.

The picture gradually dimmed, leaving only the silver-white text standing out.

Qi Si half-closed his eyes and waited for the settlement, the distant sound of the night watchman's drumming faintly ringing in his ears.

A shout like a hallucination came from the sky:

"It's midnight, everything is fine!" (End of this chapter)