Infinite spooky game

Chapter 141 Grand Performance () "Dead Soul"

The game no longer has any suspense. The players handed the biggest cards in their hands to Charlie in turn, and then stopped.

When it was Charlie's turn, he said "stop" happily and looked around at everyone: "Now you all have the same number of chips, which is fair! I believe there will be a wonderful show tomorrow!"

He laughed, and then the points were counted.

At 51 points, Charlie busted.

He was the only player to bust this round.

The last chip turned into blood in front of him, and he fell apart amidst wild laughter, and the broken wood fell to the ground with a crash. In a few seconds, the fragments were broken into smaller pieces of wood, scattered all over the ground, and spread into a thin layer of sand.

Charlie, who dominated the two scenes of the players, was just shattered into pieces. Everyone looked at the remnants on the ground and felt a strong sense of unreality.

"Is the game over?" Hehui asked softly, "The main NPC is dead. Judging from the past, the dungeon should be almost completed."

Cynthia shook her head: "The Charlie we met may not be the main NPC of this dungeon. In the fragmentary pages of the script we saw, there are two characters, the playwright Charlie and his puppet, and we have not been able to meet the so-called so-called NPC so far. The playwright has not found all the contents of the script. To clear the copy, you may need to complete three acts of the play, or collect all the remaining pages of the script."

Things have come full circle, and we are back to the issue raised by Zeiss at the beginning.

Qiss spoke at the right moment: "If my guess is correct, the remaining pages of the script are scattered in various rooms. It's still early, so we'll start searching from Room 1 to see if we can find any clues."

He Hui and Dong Xiwen had no objections, but Cynthia did not dare to have any objections after signing the contract.

Qisi stood up calmly and walked straight to the door of Room 1.

He was basically certain that the ghost transformed from his sin was inside.

Hansen's "supporting character card" made him speculate that after players get the character card corresponding to themselves, they can trigger the corresponding identity effect.

It is known that the character card will be separated from the ghost after the player dies, but it is useless to get it at that time. You can't let the corpse pass the level like the "Double Happiness Town" copy.

Therefore, he tends to think that there must be other ways to obtain character cards, such as... negotiating with his corresponding ghost.

Cynthia followed closely behind Qisi, and without any hesitation, she stepped forward and opened the door.

Qisi took a step back without leaving a trace, waiting for her to go in first, then he followed leisurely.

The moment he crossed the threshold, his eyes narrowed slightly.

I saw cracks suddenly appearing in the surrounding bright colors of red, yellow and blue, and with a "click" sound at the level of consciousness, the scene in front of me shattered and collapsed like broken glass.

New scenes emerge in the color blocks, the colors are lighter, like washed and faded photos, but they are also more realistic.

The smell of blood, decay, and mold rushed into his nostrils, and Zeiss found himself standing in a dimly lit warehouse. The wooden boards blocking the windows were hung with thick spider webs, indicating that this place had been abandoned for a long time.

Through the weak light leaking through the gaps in the wooden boards, you can see the dust and animal excrement on the ground. A dirty white cat was lying in the corner. It had been dead for a long time, and even its skin and flesh were shriveled.

Qisi hadn't been to such a dirty place for several years, so his first reaction was to cover his mouth and nose with his hands and retching.

But he soon realized that his nausea was not entirely due to the environment, but more of a conditioned reflex buried deep in his memory.

Yes, he had been here before, ten years ago, and he was deeply impressed.

"Qisi, why did you choose such a place?" A childish voice came from outside the warehouse door.

Qisi almost immediately connected with the cause and effect in his memory, and answered in the same childish voice: "It's hidden enough here that they won't notice it. Aren't you also afraid that they won't play with you after knowing the relationship between you and me? ?"

The person outside the door believed what he said and walked in hesitantly: "Then we have agreed. I will return the book to you, and you will return the toys to me. We will have nothing to do with each other from now on."

It was a child wearing a blue and white school uniform. He was 1.45 meters tall, with a little baby fat on his face. He looked a little silly.

"It's a deal." Qisi held the compass tightly in his right hand, and his hand and the weapon were hidden in his long sleeves, making it difficult to see clearly.

Just like in his memory, he quietly walked around behind the child, and at a certain moment, he raised the compass in his hand high, pointed the needle tip at the back of the child's neck, and pricked it hard.

The warm blood soaked the cold fingertips, and the rift between the past and the present was instantly healed. Qisi looked down at the slowly falling body and threw the compass into the corner.

He closed the door of the warehouse, walked to a pile of things covered with black cloth based on his memory, pulled out a bone chopping knife from underneath, and then turned back to the original place.

He expertly cut the body's limbs while lost in thought.

The current situation is very clear. The moment after entering the door, he returned to the scene ten years ago when he planned to kill his "friend".

This is naturally not time travel. It is most likely some kind of mechanism of the dungeon, but I don’t know what he needs to do next.

Wouldn't you want him to use his own stomach acid to digest the body parts according to the process ten years ago?

Zeiss's movements slowed down.

His thoughts touched the feelings he had felt many years ago. He stared indifferently at the dead body in front of him that was no longer human, and suddenly felt an uproar in his stomach.

It tastes so bad, so bad. Chisi thought like this ten years ago as he swallowed flesh and blood.

"It's very unpalatable," Zis said. "Even if it's beef or pork, it won't taste good if it's not cooked."

It tastes so bad, so bad. Qisi from ten years ago muttered it in a low voice. He raised his hand to wipe his mouth, but he felt tears all over his face.

"You need a little spice," Ziss said.

He seemed to have gained a God's perspective, looking down from a high position at the shadow of a child condensed next to the corpse, crying and chewing on the corpse like a wild beast.

It turns out that he was crying back then... Qisi looked at it for a while, feeling a little irritable for no reason.

Sure enough, he still hates children as always and treats everyone equally, including himself.

"Just let the corpse come to life." The child suddenly turned his head 180 degrees and looked up at him quietly. "Let the corpse come to life and get rid of it. It won't be a hassle."

Qisi saw the scarred corpse standing up tremblingly. He picked up a knife and cut off his own flesh, then put it into his mouth.

The corpse quickly turned into a skeleton. The eaten meat burst the stomach pouch and fell from the middle of the skeleton. The corpse bent down, picked up the meat on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth again, and so on.

"Are you my sin?" Qisi suppressed the disgust in his eyes and tried his best to put on a friendly smile, "Do you know where my character is stuck?"

As if the child's school uniform had been soaked with blood, it suddenly turned bright red from the edges, and the style changed from an ordinary school uniform to an elegant suit.

He smiled maliciously: "Of course I know, but why should I tell you, as a player?"

Qisi knew exactly what kind of thing he was, and he immediately turned around and left, looking like he was "giving it or not".

Two seconds later, a child's pretentious sigh came from behind: "It's such a pity that I didn't fall for it."

Qiss chuckled, walked towards the warehouse door, bent down and picked up a black card from the ground that appeared there at an unknown time. [Congratulations on getting your character card, becoming the second character in the entire drama to learn about his fate]

[You will obtain all the characteristics of this character, including becoming the character itself]

[Character Card-Villain]

[Description: He is cold and cruel, he is unforgivable, he is an obstacle on the protagonist's path, and he is the opposite of justice. He walks in the shadows and is destined to be with darkness. Kindness and bottom line are his antonyms. He needs no sympathy or redemption. He once flourished in the midst of killing and will eventually perish in the midst of killing. 】

[Effects: 1. "First mover advantage" - At key plot points involving the protagonist, you will be able to decide the order of voting (each script has only one chance);

2. "I will definitely come back" - If the protagonist survives, you will be resurrected in a reasonable way after suffering fatal injuries (there is only one chance for each scenario)]

Zeiss narrowed his eyes.

He had already anticipated his identity; it was also part of his guess that the character card would have a certain effect.

What surprised him was that he was not the first person to find his character card.

Who will be the first to find the character card? The one who happened to choose the room where his sin lay?

Is it Dong Xiwen or He Hui?

Some information needed to be tested, so Qisi put the character card into his pocket and crossed the threshold of the warehouse.

The scene of red, yellow and blue was woven again, and he suddenly returned to Room 1.

Cynthia stood by the bed and said calmly: "I searched everywhere before going to bed yesterday and didn't find any useful clues. But I am old and can't see many places carefully. Maybe you can search again. .”

Dong Xiwen looked around the room and said in a complaining tone: "Don't you have a desk here? Why is there one in my room? Isn't it special treatment?"

No player noticed anything strange about Qiss, and everything that happened just now seemed to be just an illusion that belonged to Qiss alone.

Qisi put his hand in his pocket and felt the cold character card before he felt relieved.

He walked to the wall in an old-fashioned way, dug into the wallpaper with his fingernails as usual, and peeled off the entire wallpaper inch by inch, starting from the corners.

The others gathered around him as soon as he started destroying the wall. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young man who calls himself "Zhou Ke" is more adaptable to this copy than anyone else, and he might actually make some discoveries.

Dong Xiwen suddenly said "fuck", and saw several pieces of papyrus strewn on the burnt wall, and as the wallpaper peeled off, lines of text were revealed.

[Audiences like comedies, and the core of comedy is to let the protagonist win. 】

[The last act ends, the back door of the stage opens, and the actors leave. 】

[Let the protagonist live and let the villain die. 】

【what goes around comes around. Tooth for tooth, blood for blood. 】

There is no logic between the sentences. They should be notes jotted down by the playwright.

Qiss smiled even more when he looked at the entries clearly targeting "villains".

He became more and more curious about what kind of existence this playwright was.

What he was even more curious about was how the playwright would bring the plot back to life if he had to kill the "protagonist".

Dong Xiwen didn't know what Qis was thinking.

He pointed to [the end of the last act] and deduced: "Does this mean that as long as we finish the three acts, a 'door' will appear on the stage leaving the instance, and we will be considered cleared?"

"I hope so." He Hui's eyebrows showed a trace of worry, "I always feel that things are not that simple. We still don't know the background of this copy."

"There are five rooms left. We can always find all the clues, right?" Qisi narrowed his eyes and smiled.

He paused and asked casually: "What do the 'protagonist' and 'villain' written on these notes mean? We are all actors, is this talking about our character identities?"

He Hui had no doubt that he was there and said, "It should be so. Yesterday I met my corresponding ghost and picked up a character card."

"What is your identity? Can you show me?"

Hehui hesitated for a second before saying, "I...I am a supporting character."

There was no obvious flaw in her expression, but an expert could still tell that she was lying.

Qisi had a guess, stared at the girl's fair neck, and subconsciously touched the special bracelet on her right wrist.

Dong Xiwen whispered: "So who are the protagonist and the villain? There won't be a fateful battle or a peak showdown in the end, right?"

Cynthia smiled and said: "Don't worry, maybe we will have the answer after we have seen all the rooms."

In the following rooms, thanks to Qiss' demonstration in the first room, the search efficiency was much higher. As soon as everyone entered the house, it was like locusts passing by, peeling off the wallpaper with all their hands, leaving some parts exposed.

On the wall of Room 2 is written:

[The gun that appears in the first act of the play must go off in the third act. 】

[Don’t kill a character easily unless you have squeezed out the last bit of his value. 】

[Set the stage and let the characters move on their own. If it's out of control, change the rules. 】

There was nothing on the walls of Room 3. Faced with Qisi's suspicious gaze, He Hui couldn't argue, but Dong Xiwen spoke up to save her.

In Room 4, Ziss handed over the remaining pages of the script he found. The second act had ended anyway, so the information was considered expired.

In Room 5, new fragments of the script appeared.

[Charlie: The king has given an ultimatum to close down our theater! It's all because of those bloody plays you wrote that we have lost forever the opportunity to perform even the simplest plays! 】

[Puppet: Sir, you are still so naive! It is only a matter of time before the theater is closed down. The king only wants to let the people know what they should know. The things you write are destined not to be seen by too many people. I just speed up the process, at least until the end comes, and you get the joy of carnival. 】

[Charlie: I don’t want a carnival, I just want to have a theater of my own and be able to perform plays that express my thoughts and emotions. Why should even such a simple wish be destroyed now? 】

[Puppet (disdainfully): Oh, thoughts! Have you ever heard: "When humans think, God laughs." Your thoughts are worthless. What the Kingdom needs are puppets, puppets like me! 】

[The guards knocked on the theater door loudly, and Charlie shouted: "Wait a minute!" He rushed into his study, stuffed the bundles of papyrus into a suitcase, and threw them out the window. The guards held torches, broke in, and rummaged through the theater. 】

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[Note] "Dead Souls" is a novel written by the Russian writer Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky. It tells the story of a businessman who specializes in deception.

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