Infinite spooky game

Chapter 161 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School () "Because of you, all of us died"

"There's something wrong with that NPC named '47'." In the silence, Jiang Junjue said coldly, making Zhang Yiyu tremble.

There is a lack of lighting on the fourth floor of the school. The long and narrow corridor extends infinitely to both sides, with no end in sight. It reminds people of a deep tomb passage or the intestines of a monster.

The gray cement wall is mottled with suspicious water marks and is so narrow that it reminds people of a sealed coffin. Every few steps is inlaid with an iron door like a tombstone.

Led by Jiang Junjue and composed of members from Tingfeng and Jiuzhou plus three free players, the seven-person team carefully walked slowly through the corridors and tentatively pulled the iron door in the wall.

After discovering that the door could be opened, Jiang Junjue decisively arranged for the seven-person team to be divided into three groups to search the room separately.

At this moment, Jiang Junjue and Zhang Yiyu entered a classroom at the far left end of the corridor and searched inch by inch from the edge.

"There is something wrong with that NPC named '47'." Jiang Junjue said with certainty.

Zhang Yiyu asked knowingly: "Ah? What's the problem?"

Although she could see Qisi's specialness, she didn't want to explain her abilities to Jiang Junjue at all. Not only are they afraid of exposing their trump cards, but they are also afraid that unclear explanations will arouse suspicion.

Almost the moment she saw it, Zhang Yiyu knew—that was blood!

There are blood stains in the classroom, and people have died here...

Jiang Junjue was holding a cigarette in his mouth and his voice was unclear: "I have met friendly humanoid NPCs before, but they were not so intelligent. Only once did I meet a particularly human-like NPC. It was a player who died in the dungeon. Later, Lost his memory and joined the team as a player. This NPC obviously does not belong to this situation."

Zhang Yiyu lowered the angle of the flashlight, and the white aperture moved down along the wooden texture and landed on a mass of tan color. The color is thickly condensed on the wood, sticky and eye-catching.

"How can this be called cheating?" Jiang Junjue picked up the cigarette again and held the flashlight to look around. "He doesn't show any danger now, which shows that the core NPC side has not been stimulated yet. Let him spend more time in this dungeon. A quick walk will help advance the plot quickly..."

Zhang Yiyu thought of the threatening look Qisi gave her, and felt the same way: "Yes, he looks too human."

"Don't you think he's too smart?" Jiang Junjue took out a sack from the props list and poured out a bunch of flashlights, searchlights, electric batons and other gadgets.

Then I heard Jiang Junjue ask: "Xiao Zhang, you stared at that NPC for a long time. Did you see anything?"

"……what?"

...Sure enough, it is impossible for an experienced player at this level not to notice the flaw.

He took out two flashlights, took one for himself, and threw one to Zhang Yiyu. He then reached into the bottom of the sack and touched it, took out a pack of cigarettes, smoked one, and lit it with a lighter.

Zhang Yiyu nodded as if she understood, and asked: "Then what do we need to do? Are we still going to trick 47 into testing the death point?"

"That's right." Jiang Junjue held the cigarette between two fingers and blew out a puff of smoke. "He should be the core NPC of this dungeon. His status is likely to be close to that of a demigod, so he can have such high intelligence."

Zhang Yiyu habitually felt fear and wanted to scream, but her instinct made her salivate unconsciously.

Zhang Yiyu hesitated for a moment, swallowed, and repeated the excuse she had memorized: "After I cleared the third dungeon, I gained a skill that can see the danger level of weird things, and can also lock the weird positions to a certain extent. I It was found that there was a lot of black smoke on 47, more than on Ms. Medina. In other words, he is actually more dangerous than Ms. Medina."

"When he was imprisoned and about to starve to death, he would think about saving himself. After being rescued, he would repay the favor, understand our arrangements for him, and even understand some subtexts... No matter from which angle you look at him, he looks too human. ”

"Our guild system has studied how dungeons are constructed. The basic components of a dungeon are 'core NPCs with resentments or desires', 'contradictory or unfair background worldviews' and 'abstracted and exaggerated horrific events'. Among them, the core NPCs Generally speaking, there is only one, otherwise there will be a conflict of purpose. And if there is more than one Ms. Medina, then it is basically impossible to be the core."

The light of the flashlight fell on a corner, and Jiang Junjue said "Huh".

"Ha, really?" Zhang Yiyu turned on the flashlight and shined it on the desk closest to her.

In the aperture, there are several gray-black carving marks on the gray-white wall, which cannot be seen clearly from a distance.

This desk was made of wood and only reached as high as her waist. The tabletop was twice as big as the desks on the market and could even accommodate a person lying on it. It is said to be a table, but it is more like a weird bed.

Jiang Junjue held up a flashlight and crept closer.

The carving marks are becoming more and more distinct, forming rows of fine characters before your eyes. Skinny little people are standing or sitting, and insects and animals are crawling on the withered bottom. The scratches, which are deep or shallow, light or heavy, thick or light, seem to be breathing softly in a long time and space, conveying warmth or coldness. temperature.

This is a writing, or... a language. A language that does not belong to any language within Jiang Junjue's knowledge.

Jiang Junjue stared intently at the sheets of incomprehensible text, silently counting the seconds.

After two seconds, no translation popped up on the system interface.

He looked at it for another five seconds, but still no corresponding translation appeared.

"Isn't it text? Or is this information not important?" Jiang Junjue blinked twice and pointed the flashlight elsewhere.

On the desk closest to him, a white skeleton appeared at some point. The black eye sockets were facing him, as if observing his every move.

Jiang Junjue's hand shook and he almost dropped the flashlight. Fortunately, he had experienced strong winds and waves, and he calmed down in just a second and did not embarrass himself in front of his juniors.

Next to her, Zhang Yiyu suddenly burst out with a shrill scream, like a goose whose neck had been stepped on.

Just as Jiang Junjue's heartbeat calmed down, he was yelled at at a high decibel level. Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore, his shoulders shook, and he threw the flashlight on the ground.

The flashlight stood upside down on the ground at a weird angle, illuminating the ceiling of the classroom palely. In the large water stains, faces of sad or frightened people were squeezed together so tightly that they almost dripped.

Jiang Junjue followed Zhang Yiyu's gaze and saw a gray-white head on every desk, staring at the two people standing in the middle of the classroom for a long time.

In the silence, they opened and closed their upper and lower jaws and sang in unison.

It was a ballad with a weird melody. I couldn’t understand what the lyrics were saying, but it was surprisingly beautiful...

……

As evening approaches, the sky quickly darkens, giving the entire world a wet, eerie aqua color.

Chiss followed the man's face, bypassing the cement building and walking towards the low kitchen in the distance.

The school occupies a large area. If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that nearly half of the large maple forest has been hollowed out, poured with cement to form a flat ground, and then covered with tall and short buildings in a messy manner.

As Qis moved forward, he observed the surrounding environment.

To his left was a cement building, to his right was a vast flat land, with several clusters of uneven hills visible in the distance.

On the horizon, a few dusty bumps were embedded in the increasingly gloomy sky, like festering herpes. "After you take me there, will you stay and cook with me?" Qisi put his hand on the destiny pocket watch and asked the man who led the way.

The person turned around and said viciously: "No, don't ever think of causing me to be punished by Ms. Medina again!"

Qiss: "..."

It seems that the reputation he played as "47" was not very good. Not only did he annoy the teacher, but he was also hated by his classmates...

Two seconds later, Qisi touched his face and put on an innocent look: "Ms. Medina knows everything. You must be punishing you because you did something wrong. How could it be caused by me?"

Human Face was shocked by Qisi's tea talk. He was silent for a long time before uttering a sentence: "Because you made a big mistake, all of us died."

"Is it the continuous sitting system, or is it my mistake that caused some disaster?" Qisi asked.

"Because of you, all because of you..."

The face does not answer the question.

It suddenly trembled violently and slowly turned to the hill on the right.

The expressions of sadness, fear, anger, pain, etc. are all mixed together on the same face, and the facial features are no longer distinguishable, like a large pool of water, constantly shrinking and expanding.

"We are all dead and buried in the earth..."

The human face murmured, and Qiss turned his head uncontrollably and looked at the large hills on the right.

This time, the scenery there was every inch visible, and he could see it very clearly.

Small graves are scattered across the black earth, and broken and decayed wooden boards are stuck vertically in the soil, serving as scrawled tombstones.

The tombstone is deeply engraved with Arabic numerals from 1 to 47. Among them, a hole was opened in the grave marked "47", exposing the dark coffin.

Red, green, and green colors flashed rapidly in front of our eyes, like an accelerated surveillance scene. Thousands of pedestrians in colorful clothes were walking quickly, exceeding the limit of the naked eye and then blurring into blurred blocks of color.

The feeling of suffocation ensued, and the space around me became sticky for an instant, as if the whole world had been repeatedly folded and pressed together by a pair of big hands. Pictures of spring, summer, autumn and winter are placed in the same frame, with layers of translucent secondary colors superimposed on a piece of paper, just like an overturned paint tray.

Qisi held his breath, ready to activate the effect of the destiny pocket watch at any time, but the pressure on his body relaxed after it reached the extreme.

The color blocks flying at high speed on both sides of the field of vision gradually slowed down, and gradually the outline of the human figure could be seen clearly. People wearing clothes from various eras were walking around, and Qisi was like a huge stone being thrown into the river, with the water gurgling around him on both sides, flowing unchanged forever.

As time passed by, all the various colors became more and more transparent, lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared.

Zeiss still maintained the posture of holding the pocket watch of destiny, standing on the cold concrete ground under the leaden sky.

The wet face turned to look at him and said word by word: "On the 47th, Ms. Medina asked me to take you to the kitchen."

It seemed that it had completely forgotten what had just happened, and unconsciously repeated the lines it had said when it first met Zeiss.

The point of death passed by in a daze, without using the effects of the props. Qisi glanced at the graves in the distance again, and finally suppressed his imminent suicidal thoughts and quietly followed the face leading the way.

The low kitchen building was getting closer and closer, casting a monster-like dark shadow in front of my eyes.

It was also made of cement, its surface was covered with dirty cracks, and the scars were filled with dust like insect eggs.

The door is open, and from the outside you can see the broken stove and dirty kitchen utensils inside. Just by looking at it, you can imagine the greasy feel.

Qisi lowered his head and saw a few bluish-white mushrooms growing tremblingly in the cracked concrete cracks beside the door, like the hand bones of the undead struggling to stretch out from the ground, as lifeless as the entire school.

After Renlian took Qisi to the kitchen, he turned into a puddle of water and poured it on the cement floor, seeping in along the cracked gap, leaving only a small stain of slightly darker water.

Qisi waited for a while, but didn't see anything unusual. He looked at the dirty kitchen with no place to stay, hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped in.

The stove is close to the skewed wall, and there is a rusty iron pot on it. The rust is covered with rust and the crying face, which can't be seen for a moment.

Next to the pot were three small bottles filled with viscous liquid. The dark solution inside was rolling with bubbles, much like the poison brewed by the witch in the fairy tale.

There is a huge wooden barrel covered with a lid on the left side of the stove. There is a pile of things in the corner on the right that are covered with black cloth. You can't tell the specific category just by looking at the outline.

Zeiss lifted the black cloth in the corner.

I saw piles of mushrooms growing in the corners. The big ones were as big as a human head and the small ones were as big as fists. They were either white or black. There was scar-like moss growing on the umbrella crown.

Qiss blinked, and the scene in front of him spread out in circles. When it settled down again, all the obviously poisonous mushrooms disappeared.

A variety of vegetables were piled where the mushrooms used to be. You could barely recognize them as Chinese cabbage, potatoes, and tomatoes, which were the most common ingredients.

Zeiss turned back to the left and lifted the lid of the barrel.

What comes into view are densely packed tiny fingers, which can be seen to the naked eye as belonging to children. The muscles at the base of the bloody fingers were still twitching, as if they were aware of Qiss's sight. They squirmed one after another, as if they were going to climb out of the barrel and poke Qiss's eyes out in the next second.

Zeiss blinked again.

In the wooden barrel, the fingers that were originally full were gone, replaced by white rice, which was only half filled in the barrel.

"What I just saw, which one is real and which one is fake? Are ordinary ingredients used by ghosts to create terrifying hallucinations to scare players? Or are weird ingredients disguised as normal?" There were too few clues for Qiss to do anything. make accurate judgments.

But no matter what, there is always food to be made. No matter whether he eats to death or not, it is impossible for the players to be completely annihilated.

Zeiss decided to forget about the strange things he saw before and treat the ingredients in the kitchen as ordinary ingredients.

Then he stared at the iron pot on the stove and fell into deep thought.

"Put the water first or the rice first?"

"How should I cut the vegetables? Can potatoes, tomatoes and cabbage be stewed together?"

"Which bottle is soy sauce and which bottle is vinegar? Do you need to add both?"

(End of this chapter)