Infinite weird games

Chapter 77 Hopeless Sea (8) Hesitation-Hesitation

Qisi opened his eyes and saw a gray sky.

Under the sky is a row of dark yellow European-style buildings, made of alternating wood and stone bricks. The houses are very close to each other and are clustered together so tightly that no light leaks out. The religious murals and shrines are bathed in shadows, adding a sense of depression and gloom.

Men and women in ragged clothes walked between the arches. They were all Caucasian faces with high noses and deep eyes. Their expressions were so solemn that they were almost expressionless. Their gray faces looked like ghosts from a distance.

Sis sat on the steps in front of a small wooden house. He lowered his head and saw dead fish thrown randomly on both sides of the door.

The scales and fish blood were trampled into mud by the people coming and going, and were smeared on the ground in a sticky manner, making it extremely dirty.

Qiss frowned and realized that he didn't smell the bloody smell as he imagined.

Then he realized that he was dreaming.

He was not in a hurry to stand up for a moment, lazily resting his chin on his hand and analyzing the current situation.

"According to the rules of the Gunner game, Lu Li should be the first to be attacked. According to the persimmon-picking theory, I don't believe that I am the only newcomer who has just become an official player. Other than that, I shouldn't have done anything special. If something happens if you drink that bowl of soothing soup, Chang Xu also drank it and will die together..."

There was a "squeak" of the door opening behind his ears, interrupting Qisi's thoughts.

He turned his head in response and saw Chang Xu, dressed in black, standing in the doorframe with an expressionless face, his eyes blank, as if he couldn't understand the situation.

Qiss: "..."

After a long silence, he took the lead and said with a smile: "Brother Chang, what a coincidence, you are here too. You are more experienced than me. What do you think this is?"

Chang Xu tilted his head and glanced at Qisi, said "hmm", then turned his head back and sat down on the steps.

Qisi was slightly startled.

A guess flashed through his mind. He tentatively stretched out his hand in front of Chang Xu's eyes and waved it, but received no response.

Chang Xu stared blankly ahead from beginning to end, his consciousness not clear to the naked eye.

"Could it be that... I am the only one who can stay awake in the dream?" Qisi made a judgment and thought of countless interesting ways to play in an instant.

Most people are fragile in their dreams, and will unconsciously reveal the deepest things buried in their subconscious. With just a little inducement, many secrets can be revealed...

Thinking of this, Qisi approached him maliciously and lowered his voice very softly and slowly: "What's your name?"

Chang Xu was a little confused. This man obviously seemed to know him, so why did he ask like this? But he still replied: "Chang Xu."

Zeiss asked again: "Gender?"

With the first question as a foreshadowing, Chang Xu answered naturally: "Male."

"age?"

"twenty five."

"Where are you from?"

"Jiangcheng."

Using a series of irrelevant questions to relax the subject's vigilance, and then quietly going around to the key point, is a common hypnosis technique.

Qisi's tone remained unchanged and he smiled and said: "What a coincidence, I am also from Jiangcheng. Where do you live?"

Chang Xu's eyelashes trembled slightly: "I can't say."

"Why can't you tell me? Let me guess, your identity is most likely very special. You are not the policeman you claim to be... You work in the confidentiality department, right?" Qisi stared at Chang Xu's face without blinking. Observing his status, "I know that the Federation has noticed the existence of weird games and has set up corresponding agencies. You work for the Federation, right?"

"If you can't say it, you can't say it." Chang Xu's speaking speed became faster, and his eyelids trembled violently, looking like he would wake up at any time.

Chiss realized that he couldn't ask any more questions and decisively changed the subject: "What is your relationship with the deceased in the copy of "Carnivore"?"

Chang Xu calmed down: "Uncle Yang is a respectable elder. He gave me food when I was nineteen years old."

"I see."

The speculation was confirmed, and Yang Yundong was indeed closely related to Chang Xu.

Qisi was determined to keep the matter of the copy of "Carnivore" a secret, and asked calmly: "Since you two know each other, why didn't he point it out when you were impersonated? Doesn't he know your name?" "

Chang Xu said: "I didn't have a name at that time."

"..."

The door behind opened again, and Liu Yuhan walked out with her head lowered, and sat down between Qi Si and Chang Xu without saying a word, as if someone owed her five million.

After noticing Qisi's scrutinizing eyes, she raised her face as white as a dead man and stared at Qisi.

Two seconds later, she suddenly grabbed Qisi's sleeve and said word by word: "Go to my father quickly. If you are late, it will be too late."

...Very good, it seems that this girl is not awake either.

Qisi's face once again had an inductive smile: "Liu Yuhan, what's your camp?"

Liu Yuhan: "Abba said, don't talk to strangers."

"...You were the one who spoke to me first."

"Go find my father quickly."

"..."

Qisi's eyes twitched and he secretly pulled out his sleeve from Liu Yuhan's hand.

However, the next second, he felt that the other sleeve was also grabbed.

He turned his head and saw Lu Li appearing out of nowhere, holding his right hand with both hands and speaking sincerely: "Classmate, please send me a draft of your paper before nine o'clock tomorrow night, and I will revise it for you. Be prepared and do well in the seminar next week.”

Qisi, who never went to college: "..."

Players appeared one after another on the street. From their clothes to their appearance, they were incompatible with the surrounding aborigines, but no one felt that there was anything wrong.

I don’t know if it’s just an act or what happened, but it seems that among everyone present, only Chiss is conscious.

Zeiss counted, including him, there were thirteen people in total. The backpacker who bargained with Yuna in the evening was nowhere to be seen, and another man who looked a little sinister was also missing.

"Is it because only thirteen people drank the soothing soup?"

While Qiss was thinking about it, all the players who were talking nonsense and talking to themselves suddenly quieted down, lined up in a long queue in an orderly manner, and staggered towards one direction.

Chiss followed silently, always keeping two steps away from the last person.

The team passed through the arch, turned several turns in the narrow alleys, and merged into the bustling crowd like a stream.

In front of you is an oval square. The slightly sloping terrain allows everyone to look up at the church.

The tall and majestic spiers of religious buildings sit on high marble platforms, rising as steeply as a crack across the sky under the gray sky.

People in common clothes and skirts gathered in front of the church, whispering.

"I had that dream again yesterday. There was a yellow sky and a yellow sea, and there was nothing but an isolated island. It was so scary... I hope the bishop can save us!"

"When I went to sea last month, I heard someone calling my name in the sea. I managed to get back with my life. I can still hear the voice of the evil god from time to time... This must be the curse brought by that damn witch! "

"The murmurs in the dream are becoming more and more frequent. The island is getting closer and closer to me. The evil god is watching us! It must be that our prayers are not pious enough, so the Lord is not willing to protect us..."

Qisi probably understood: These people are all believers of a certain religion. They have been cursed by some unknown source, haunted by the evil gods' whispers, and always dream of the scene of the Hopeless Sea. They gathered here because they wanted to seek help from the so-called "bishop" to solve their problems.

"They dreamed of the Hopeless Sea, and we in the Hopeless Sea dreamed of them. It was really fate."

Qisi thought of the allusion of "Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies".

Do players dream and become believers, or do believers dream and become players? This is a question worth thinking about.

"The Bishop is here!"

"God, save us!"

The crowd suddenly became noisy and crawled in one direction.

Qisi looked in their direction and saw the door of the church slowly opening, and a man in red appeared on the high platform.

The man had long black hair and an oriental appearance. The red clothes hanging on his body were in the style of Chinese sacrificial robes.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was full of the air of a god: "Each of you has sinned, and God is willing to give you a chance to atone for your sins..."

Qisi's expression became strange. He really didn't expect that a certain evil god would be so haunted that he would have the time to play role-playing here.

...and not doing his duty at all, and he didn't even change his appearance.

The man in red didn't seem to notice the existence of Qiss at all, and continued on by himself: "Pay the price you can, whether it's money, flesh and blood, or pain, and I will listen to your prayers and fulfill your wishes. "

The believers cheered, stood up one after another, and rushed to the high platform. The players all followed suit, with the same enthusiasm in their eyes.

Qisi mingled among the crowd, walked up to the high platform step by step, and stopped in front of the man in red. His expression seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Your Excellency Evil God, you just broke free and ran around. Aren't you afraid of being exiled by the rules again?"

no respond. The man in red always looked at the crowd below with compassion, a playful smile on his lips.

Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly and stretched out his hand to touch Him, but his fingers slipped out of His body, as if passing through a mass of invisible shadows, unable to reach their destination.

The identity card in the upper right corner of his vision trembled, and the shadow of a bloody card appeared on the man in red.

This is definitely a main card. On the card, a bishop dressed in red lowered his scarlet eyes, holding a black cross in both hands, facing the dark crowd in the audience.

[Identity card: Scarlet officiant]

[Effect: It will be easier for you to gain the faith of other beings in you and transform faith into your own power]

It looks amazing, I really want to...

Qisi's breathing quickened, and for a moment he felt that his [Humanoid Evil] card was no longer good.

Instead of establishing contact with the evil god, it is better to ascend to the throne of God and harvest faith...

Pray to yourself, answer yourself, control your own destiny...

Zeiss raised his hand to grab the newly appeared card, but it only flashed twice before disappearing, replaced by a line of blood-colored text:

[This copy does not support role-playing, and the identity card cannot be unlocked]

Qiss: "..."

Under the high platform, believers lined up in a long queue in front of a copper donation box, muttering "I hope I won't be watched by the evil god", but they didn't know that the biggest evil god was watching them on the stage.

They prayed devoutly, then put gold coins into the donation box, or cut their arms and dripped blood.

Using extreme faith to fight against the evil gods' ravings, I don't know whether to fight fire with fire, hedging risks, or just emerging from the dragon's pond and entering the tiger's den again.

Within a moment, the players also lined up and walked to the donation box.

Different from the believers, after approaching the donation box, thick black smoke erupted from the players and poured into the man in red.

Qisi naturally recognized what the black smoke was, and said to himself with empty eyes: "Weird Games really never misses any opportunity to collect sins..."

"Weird game?" Chang Xu's confused voice sounded in his ears.

For some reason, this guy didn't keep up with the large army. Instead, he floated next to Qis like a ghost, like a follower pendant in some mobile games.

Zis asked: "Aren't you going to donate?"

Chang Xu said: "I have no wish."

"How can there be no wishes? Individuals will have wishes. For example, my wish is -" Ziska was stunned.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't quite explain what his wish was.

When he was sixteen years old, the wingless God squatted by the pit and said to him: "Pray to me and become my believer, and I can grant you a wish."

At that time, Zisi silently told Him: "I have no desire."

God said, "You are going to die."

Qisi said: "When I turn into a ghost, I will demand my life from them."

God is silent.

Zeiss asked: "Don't you want me to die?"

"..."

"Then if I don't pray to you and don't want to be your believer, can you dig me out?"

"..."

Zisi did not die that day and has been living tenaciously to this day.

But he still didn't know what he wanted.

Cure? That's just incidental. If the disease cannot be cured, it is not impossible to choose a good-looking way to commit suicide, die early and be born early.

Destroy the world? This sounds as false and empty as "My dream is world peace"...

Qiss subconsciously looked at the man in red who was standing solemnly and meticulously presiding over the donation ceremony. He was still standing there, but his eyes were directed to a certain place at some point, staring with a smile.

Zeiss followed his gaze and saw a little blond girl holding a white ivory statue, squatting quietly in a corner overflowing with smelly water.

She has a sweet face, but there is an ugly fish scale on her throat, which is as weird as a curse.

It's Yuna. To be precise, it was Yuna as a child.

"What is your wish?" Chang Xu waited for a while, but couldn't help asking without waiting for Qisi's next words.

Qiss stared at the statue in Yuna's hand, intuitively thinking that it would be a key prop.

Chang Xu asked: "What is your wish?"

"My wish -" Qisla said in a long voice, and suddenly raised his hand to point at Yuna who was huddled in the corner, "I want the statue in her hand."

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