Infinite spooky game

(I haven’t finished writing it today, hehehe)
(In order to have perfect attendance, I can only continue to use discarded stamps to make up the numbers. Just treat this as an anti-theft stamp.)
(As usual, it will be replaced with the main text tomorrow, maybe it will have to wait until the evening?)
(I try to bring something new every time/eyes moved)

(Please don’t scold me for the fact that I worked so hard to finish writing a copy.)

Chen Jian felt that the driver who came to pick him up was a little strange.

He looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a white coat and a pair of flat-frame glasses, and had a rather bookish air.

No matter how you look at it, he should be in a laboratory at a research institute rather than driving a smoky taxi and parking it at the gate of a university campus.

"You looked at me for the eighth time in fifteen minutes. The longest time your gaze stayed for fourteen seconds." The driver spoke in a calm voice without his eyes shifting. "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"No...no." Chen Jian swallowed and subconsciously grabbed the handle on the inside of the car door with his hand, wondering whether to jump out of the car at the next traffic light.

If it were any other time, he wouldn't be so suspicious, but things are different now.

Half an hour ago, at six o'clock in the evening, he was playing games in his dormitory when his computer screen suddenly went black and a line of bloody words popped up:

【Do you want to be a god? 】

【Yes or No】

After reading Infinite Horror, Chen Jian's first reaction was that some bored book fan had a second-year syndrome and learned some hacking skills to play pranks on others.

But then, that line of text began to replicate frantically, covering Chen Jian's entire field of vision like a seal in a few seconds.

Not only the computer screen, but also the desktop, wardrobe, ceiling, everywhere is occupied by the same question -

【Do you want to be a god? 】

[You want to be a god...]

[You want to...]

At this point, Chen Jian finally realized that he had encountered a supernatural event.

Thanks to his years of experience in online reading, he maintained a precarious calm and moved the mouse to [No].

However, the next second, Chen Jian found that his limbs were no longer under his control. He held the mouse tightly in his right hand and slowly moved the cursor to [Yes].

"No... I don't want to!" He had a bad guess and struggled violently, but his right hand pointed down steadily.

【Do you want to be a god? 】

【Yes】

New text refreshed like crazy, filling the screen:
[Congratulations on obtaining the game qualification and being selected as a player of the Game of Gods]

[Once the game starts, your world will change dramatically]

[There is only one winner in this game. The winner becomes a god, and the loser dies.]

Chen Jian found that his mobile phone was lighting up and a new software appeared on it, with an icon of an "∞" symbol.

The software opened automatically, and the black words "Currently surviving players" appeared on the white panel. The number below was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye and finally stopped at "10000".

[All players have been summoned and tasks are being distributed]

【您的任务：在2035年7月17日20:00前，准时到达黎明路101号报到】

[Penalty for failure: death]

July 7th, that’s today.

time is limited.

Chen Jian, who had read dozens of infinite flow novels, knew the cruelty of the Lord God and did not want to take the risk of experiencing the consequences of being late.

So he called a taxi and got in with trepidation.

……

The taxi drove out of the suburbs, passed through an industrial area spewing white smoke, ran over broken bricks and stones, and stumbled to a stop in front of an abandoned factory.

The pitch-black night enveloped the earth, and dim lights were scattered sporadically in the distance, unable to illuminate the road ahead.

The time displayed on the phone was 19:50 and Baidu Maps showed that they had arrived at the destination. Chen Jian was about to pay when he saw the driver get out of the driver's seat, walk around from the front of the car to the passenger seat, and open the door.

"Li Mo, I'm a player just like you." The driver took out a smartphone with a broken screen from his pocket, opened an interface, and held it upright in front of Chen Jian. "My job is to pick you up and bring you to No. 101 Liming Road."

The black text on a white background was clearly written on the phone interface. Chen Jian breathed a sigh of relief, but more doubts arose in his mind.

Li Mo turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone and walked towards the trunk of the car with the help of the white light.

Chen Jian asked from behind: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I was so frightened along the way...

"There's no need. You're already in my car and you don't have the courage to jump out." Li Mo's voice was calm. Chen Jian saw him dragging something out of the trunk of the car.

"What about now? Why did you tell me again?" Chen Jian also got out of the car, and his foot stepped on a piece of broken iron sheet with a crisp "pop" sound.

He turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, shone it forward, and finally saw what Li Mo was dragging in his hand.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a blue cloth shirt, with gray hair and dark skin. He was the type that would be unrecognizable if thrown into a crowd. At this moment, his eyes were closed and he was unconscious.

Chen Jian opened his mouth wide, almost wanting to scream, and then he heard Li Mo say calmly: "He is still alive, but I knocked him out. He was the original driver, and he happened to receive your order. I had to do this under the guidance of the mission."

"I'm explaining everything to you now in order to gain your trust. I think the mission requires me to pick you up so that we can form a cooperative relationship. I don't want you and I to suffer internal losses due to groundless suspicion."

The speech was clear and logical. Chen Jian nodded awkwardly, not knowing what to say to this "teammate" who was a little too calm.

He approached cautiously, and used his finger to feel the driver's breath. Only when he was sure that he was still alive did he feel relieved.

Li Mo waited for him to step away, carried the driver on his shoulders, and walked towards the abandoned factory step by step.

Chen Jian followed for a few steps and couldn't help asking, "Why are you taking him with you?"

"Prevent him from exposing our location after he wakes up." Li Mo kept walking. "It will be very troublesome if the police know we are players."

"Why? In matters like this, it's better for the police to intervene than for us to fight it alone, right? They didn't say we can't tell other people..." Chen Jian felt like he was a problem baby, but if he didn't ask clearly about some things, he would always feel uneasy.

He even felt a little guilty. If he hadn't called a taxi, the driver wouldn't have been involved in this inexplicable incident...

Li Mo said: "Only 10,000 people out of 8 billion are qualified to become gods. Regardless of whether the end is evolution or death, this supernatural event is enough to constitute an unstable factor that affects order. The most economical way to deal with it is to control all 10,000 people and study them."

The shaking flashlight cast a circular light on the stone-covered mud. The monster-like tall iron gate of the factory was wide open. On the wall, the number "101" was written in red pen, and on the other side, the words "Doomsday" were written in the same blood color, crooked like a child's scribbles. Chen Jian didn't care: "There's nothing wrong with cooperating with the research. I have no interest in becoming a god. I just want to stay in the dormitory and be a salted fish..."

"What if the research turns out to be the safest way to kill all 10,000 of us?"

Li Mo stood in front of the factory gate and looked back at Chen Jian. His face was as pale as a ghost under the light of the flashlight: "As long as there is a one percent possibility, once it happens, it will be a hundred percent death."

"So from now on, we must keep ourselves hidden at all times and be prepared to hide from the state apparatus."

Li Mo's tone was very serious, and Chen Jian was infected by his emotions and also became serious and nervous.

He thought he was willing to sacrifice for the collective good, but if it was really like what Li Mo said, that he would die just because he was chosen, it would be too depressing.

Of course, as a good boy with a good family background, Chen Jian felt from the bottom of his heart that Li Mo was too pessimistic. The country might not be so indifferent as to ignore the lives of innocent citizens.

But he knew that some people were skeptics and would be difficult to convince, so he did not refute and silently followed Li Mo into the factory.

There was no one in the dark factory. The dust that had settled for a long time was blown onto Chen Jian's face by the wind as he walked, making his nose itchy.

Li Mo put the driver down with his back against the wall and shone the flashlight around.

Chen Jian followed suit, but felt the phone in his hand vibrate.

He flipped his hand and took a look, only to see two lines of black text refreshed on the white background of the "∞" APP:
[The current task has been completed, and the new task will be dispatched within ten minutes]

[Current surviving players: 9517]

....................................

Why do good people always not live long?

Zhang Chengwen looked at the pale body of the deceased and suddenly wanted to kill someone.

If the deceased was a good person, then the person who killed him must be a bad person.

Bad people should not be allowed to stay in this world.

Zhang Chengwen walked to the door of the mourning hall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and put it in his mouth.

It was drizzling outside, slanting down on the ground, as neatly as the lines in a sketch. A few raindrops fell to the ground and splashed into the room, leaving a layer of fine frost on the tile floor.

Zhang Chengwen looked at the rain quietly, puffed his cigarette, and thought about his next plan.

Should we kill one person or the whole family?
Should I kill him outright, or force that bastard to confess first?

After the incident, should I destroy the body or turn myself in to the police station?
Killing is not difficult, but it is not that simple either. There are many issues to consider.

Of course, since Zhang Chengwen has never killed anyone, these troubles can be put aside for the time being.

Spitting the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it with his foot, Zhang Chengwen strode into the rain outside the mourning hall and walked towards the convenience store.

What he needs to do now is to buy a fruit knife.

……

It is normal to see a convenience store near most funeral homes.

You always have to bring something to a funeral. Everyone else has brought something, so you feel embarrassed to go empty-handed, even if it's just a pack of cigarettes? If you have cigarettes, you always need a lighter, right?

——Convenience stores are a great place to get help in an emergency.

But today, probably because of the rain, the convenience store that usually had some business was unusually deserted, with not a single customer the entire morning.

Zhang Chengwen arrived at the convenience store at 1:30 in the afternoon.

He walked on the slippery floor, leaving a trail of light grey shoe prints, picked up the longest fruit knife on the shelf, and walked towards the counter.

The man behind the counter raised his head and turned his face towards him: "Most fruit knives nowadays have blunt tips and the sides are also designed to prevent cuts. Unless you are extremely strong or find the right angle to cut the veins and throat, you won't be able to kill someone."

The man was wearing a blood-stained red windbreaker and had his face covered with a white hollow smiley mask. At first glance, he looked like a ghost seeking revenge, grotesque and weird.

Is this...cosplay?
Zhang Chengwen was stunned for a moment, but then he saw the man in red took out a mason's hammer from somewhere and put it on the counter: "For your current plan, it's more convenient to use this to hit your head. Six dollars and sixty cents, I'll sell it to you at cost price."

The red-clothed man's voice was very young, but it revealed a kind of playful indifference to human life, as if he was accustomed to life and death, or... had killed too many people.

Zhang Chengwen clenched the fruit knife and asked coldly: "Who are you? How do you know..."

"Don't be so nervous. I'm just new here, I bought a store, and I want to make a business.

The man in red chuckled and clasped his fingers in front of him: “Of course, I can also see that you have encountered some troubles and want to solve them through some extreme methods.

“But with all due respect, your ideas and plans are rubbish to the extreme. Not only will they not help you achieve your goal, but they will also drag the relatives and friends of the deceased into trouble. This is not the result you want to see, right?

"Based on this, maybe we can talk more deeply. For example, my hobby and main job is to help others make murder plans, and I can give you a plan for free now."

Zhang Chengwen stared at the man in red, sweat oozing from his palms.

Everything before him was extremely absurd. He wanted to kill someone, but someone saw through him. That person recommended tools to him and claimed that he could help him make a plan...

But for some reason, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, which tricked him into believing that he needed help, and that the masked man in red could really help him...

Zhang Chengwen asked: "Why do you want to help me?"

The man in red raised his hand and touched the chin of the mask, and laughed again: "Ha, maybe it's because I'm curious about your story."

……

Baiqi likes to know the stories of the dead, which makes him happy.

Because for normal people, nothing is more painful than death.

However, feelings such as happiness can only be obtained through comparison.

Just like a person in a wheelchair walking slowly along the street, passers-by cast sympathetic glances at him, and some of them are people with healthy hands and feet who feel fortunate that they are better off than others in some areas.

Only by appreciating the pain of others can you realize that there is still room for improvement in your current situation. Whether you prepare for a rainy day or gloat over other people's misfortunes, it is always better than immersing yourself in self-pity in your own miserable life.

White likes to chew on pain, including other people's and his own, and does not hesitate to create some tragedies manually.

This is a kind of abnormal psychology, as a kind of antisocial personality disorder, which has contributed to tens of thousands of serial murders and gloriously became the research subject of the infamous prefrontal lobotomy surgery in the last century. (End of this chapter)