Infinite spooky game

Chapter 378: The Sacred City (IV) Conspirator
"I'm going to the East End."

"Add me to the East District."

“I choose the cemetery.”

"..."

The players didn't waste any time and quickly discussed the places they would explore.

In the absence of any clues, different locations make no difference to them. No one knows where is dangerous and where is safe. They just choose blindly, as if opening a blind box.

William carefully suggested whether they should first determine the candidate for the Son of God, but was unanimously rejected by everyone.

Firstly, many of them had some ideas about the seat of the Son of God, and they also knew that if they decided on a candidate at this time, judging by his reputation, Fu Jue would most likely be elected - which was something they did not want to see.

Secondly, we don’t know the situation now, and it is not yet time to make a decision, so there is no need to rush into this matter.

William touched his nose awkwardly and changed the subject: "By the way, how many pagans do you think there are among us?"

Fu Jue calmly analyzed: “From the information currently known, if this is a balanced and fair game, the number of pagans should be less than four.

"Excluding the worst and best cases, assuming that the pagans did not leave any clues, the believers' camp can only select the pagans according to the principle of randomness. The probability of being selected is twelve to the total number of pagans, and there is a chance that the believers' camp will lose members.

"According to calculations, if the number of pagans is greater than four, and no action is taken in the early stages, and only the last moment is taken to kill, the chance of winning is much greater than 50%. Weird games will not allow this to happen, so the maximum number of pagans is four."

The players nodded to express their surprise. The mixed-race boy took a pen and started to make calculations on the parchment. After a while, he nodded to confirm that Fu Jue's calculations were correct.

Qi Si remained silent with his eyes half closed, a faint smile of "God loves the world" appeared on his face without leaving any trace.

Fu Jue's logic and the judgments drawn from it are indeed correct, but the model he established is biased.

The pagan's ability is to [kill a designated person at night].

The restriction of "night" is very troublesome. After dark, the abilities in your hands will be useless unless you wait until the next night.

And no one can guarantee that they will not be accidentally selected by other players or the Son of God during the daytime judgment.

What's more, the copy is full of dangers. Even if you don't die in the judgment, you may die from other crises.

These factors meant that the pagans were destined to not save the opportunity to kill until the end.

After all, if someone dies before you can kill him, it would be a huge loss.

Fu Jue's calculations were based on a completely ideal situation, in which everyone knew all the information, and he overlooked the most important point: pagans might also kill their own people by mistake.

Under the existing mechanism, in order to achieve relative fairness, the number of pagans must be greater; unless there are other ways to reduce the number of believers.

Did Fu Jue really not think of these details, or did he have other considerations and calculations?
Asakura Yuko was silently making calculations in her mind, and there was a hint of inquiry in her eyes when she looked at Fu Jue.

As a pagan, she naturally discovered the loopholes in Fu Jue's calculations. Her brain, which had been accustomed to analyzing information at all times during her long experience, could not help but guess the reasons behind it.

Is it because you don't know the specifics of the effects of being a pagan?
Come to think of it, he was not a pagan, so he naturally could not guess that the pagan killing rules had the restriction of "night".

There was nothing else to do, so the players left the temple in pairs.

After the last player left, Qis was the only one left sitting at the long table in the temple - if he could still be considered a human being.

Qis calmly gathered his black robe, stood up from his chair and walked towards the corridor behind the statue.

If you look down from the sky, the floor plan of this temple is roughly in the shape of a cross, with the bell tower and relief stone columns on both wings. The main hall is in the shape of a long strip like a tomb passage, with the statue in the hall as the boundary and extending inward.

There are small rooms with closed stone doors on both sides of the corridor. There is a window in the deepest room through which you can see the altar in the backyard of the temple.

Qi Si reached out and pushed the door, pretending to go to the backyard of the temple.

Father Rudge came out of the shadows silently, still with a kind smile on his face, but stood in front of him: "I'm sorry, but you'd better not go over there."

Qi Si stopped and looked at him with interest, then suddenly laughed: "You should know that reasoning is often based on the situation where both parties are at the same level and can't do anything to each other.

"What makes you think you have the right to stop me?"

Father Larch said calmly, "Those outsiders thought you were my Lord, and I did not deny it."

This is a threat.

Qi Si tilted his head and looked at the kind-faced priest, with a smile on his face. "I didn't expect you to forget so quickly. You chose to be polite to me within the limits allowed by the rules, not out of any goodwill, but simply because you need something from me. Isn't it?"

Father Laci had countless opportunities to eliminate him, and he only needed to emphasize in his words that the total number of players was "thirteen".

In this way, with the IQ of the players at the top of the list, it is easy to infer that Qis, who looks like a god-level NPC, is actually also a player participating in this Werewolf-like game.

According to the principles of the Gunners' Game, the strongest person in the open will be the first to be killed by the coalition, and Qis, who possesses the status of a god, will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Even if the pagans did not have the knife Qis on the first night, it is estimated that a large number of people would vote for Qis in the judgment on the second day, and want to execute him through the copy mechanism.

But Father Larch did not do so.

Qis has already revealed his desire for the authority over time and space left by Li, and Father Laci is absolutely unwilling to give in to the evil god who is eyeing him covetously. There is no reason for him to give up such a simple way of eliminating the threat.

Unless he has something to ask of this uninvited guest who came from afar, and wants to make a deal with the evil god and try to get something from a tiger.

"You want me to kill them, right?" Qi Si asked with a smile.

Father Larch closed his eyes, opened his arms again, and said in a declarative tone: "The promised land left by the Holy Lord shall not be touched by outsiders."

……

"Fu Jue released those team rings to make us join the dungeon with him and compete for the [Fallen Savior] card. It was a conspiracy. He hoped that those of us who were dissatisfied with him would take the initiative to stand up so that he could catch us all in one fell swoop. Next, he will definitely find ways to deal with us."

After Giles Hunter analyzed the situation, he sighed to Frank Parker from Crystal County beside him, "Let's find a place to gather and discuss countermeasures."

In his opinion, every one of the people in the Crystal County branch of the Bureau of Weird Investigation had holes in their brains. They were the only ones who were careless with their mouths during the investigation, and now they were just sticking together, fearing that their hostility would not be too obvious.

He had originally planned to go explore the East District with Asakura Yuko, so as to test the Tingfeng Guild's opinion on Fu Jue on the way. Unexpectedly, Fran jumped out first and said that he wanted to go with him.

In fact, like this time with the Ghost Investigation Bureau, excluding Fu Jue, there are a total of six people teaming up to enter the dungeon, and the most beneficial way of exploration is to act separately.

If one person goes to one location, he can ensure that his side has all the clues about this copy. Even if he falls out with others later, he can still complete the main task.

This is only the first day, Fu Jue intends to defeat them one by one, and it will take time to prepare, right? But unfortunately, Fu Jue's reputation is well-known. When a person sits in the position of "God" for too long, even the title is linked to "God". Even if he is not a god himself, he will be regarded as a god by others to be respected and feared.

The representatives certainly looked down on Fu Jue, and some of them even deceived themselves, thinking from the bottom of their hearts that Fu Jue was nothing special, and was only good at storing props.

But when they actually reached the enemy side, they had to admit that they were unwilling to face an enemy like Fu Jue in the copy.

The previous contempt came from the false sense of security created by the belief that "Fu Jue is under the control of the Investigation Bureau" and "Fu Jue is selfless and will not argue with them."

By now, the safety expectation had been broken. Fu Jue, who usually behaved as coldly and precisely as a machine, showed his human likes and dislikes for the first time, and clearly revealed his intention to attack them.

The god, who should have been neither happy nor sad, walked down from the shrine that was kept high up, raised his left hand and pressed down on the heretic who was clamoring wantonly, just like a blood-red full moon suddenly appeared in the night sky.

They panicked, just like ants who climbed up the body of a cicada to share its corpse but suddenly felt the vibration of its wings. The established facts were broken, and the things they thought were within their reach no longer had anything to do with them.

But things have come to this point, they have no choice but to go their own way.

Having reached their ranking and position, they would never be willing to miss out on the final copy and become sacrifices to be slaughtered; nor would they allow Fu Jue to truly take power and settle accounts with them.

Before entering the dungeon, they had tried to impeach Fu Jue to the higher-ups of the Bureau of Weird Investigation, but the previous unsuccessful investigation had exhausted the patience of the higher-ups; leaving the already created god unused and bringing up a new "savior" was not a wise choice.

All the representatives could do was to bite the bullet and go forward, trying their best to kill Fu Jue in this copy, so as to prevent their past operations from being ruined.

Judging from his own experience, Fu Jue would probably kill them at all costs.

At a time like this, no one wants to be the weakling left alone. Fran knows that Crystal County has offended Fu Jue most severely and will be the first to bear the brunt, so he simply decides to find a teammate to take the blame first.

The six people were divided into three groups of two and went to three locations, namely the cemetery, the West District and the South District. It was obvious to the naked eye that the latter two locations were just to make up the numbers.

This is a typical prisoner's dilemma. The best choice for an individual is not the best option for the group, but no one is willing to give up their own interests and take unnecessary risks.

Now, these people seem to put PVP first and completely ignore the content of the copy itself.

Fran lowered his head and fiddled with the communication props for a while, then said with a smile, "They have also sent a message. Let's meet outside the cemetery."

Giles nodded slightly, but felt bitter in his heart.

His hostility towards Fu Jue was not due to ambition, but rather from a trace of suspicion that had been planted in his heart many years ago.

He always felt that Fu Jue and Xila were related, but he couldn't remember the reason and couldn't find any evidence, so he could only suppress his groundless suspicion.

But he still subconsciously believed that people like Fu Jue should not be allowed to take charge of all the forces of the Weird Investigation Bureau, otherwise humanity would be in an irretrievable situation.

Therefore, he had to stop Fu Jue and get together with the representatives of the Investigation Bureau who had their own thoughts.

Soon, six groups of investigators who were entering the dungeon gathered outside the cemetery of the Holy City.

The orange sky was as dark as dusk. A flock of red-eyed crows circled overhead. The crooked stone tablets cast fang-like shadows on the uneven ground.

Several broken bones rolled down the hillside along with rubble. The wind that rose from the ground brought the smell of rotting corpses and made a wailing sound similar to that of a ghost.

It was clearly a horrifying scene, but the six people all looked calm.

The reason is simple: we have seen it so many times that we have become immune to it.

No matter how scary ghosts are, can they be as scary as the unpredictable Fu Jue?

"We'd better kill Fu Jue tonight. His ability to take advantage of situations and solve puzzles is obvious to all. When he has explored this dungeon almost completely, we will be the only ones to die in the end." Fujiwara Shinno, the representative of Sakura House, said coldly, "So, are any of you pagans?"

Several people looked at each other, and no one expressed their opinion for a while.

The tall woman named "Julie" smiled and said, "I know that someone must be afraid of being exposed as a pagan and being voted to be executed right after Fu Jue is eliminated.

"I'm not saying that this will definitely happen. After all, we are known for our solidarity within the Bureau of Tricks. But if you are really worried, I have a solution -

"Later, each of us will find a piece of paper. Draw a circle if you are a believer, and a triangle if you are a pagan. Fold the paper and throw it together. Then unfold it after shuffling it. It will be enough to make sure that one of us is a pagan."

This method is indeed feasible, and the six people each took out paper and pen and did it.

Julie unfolded the gathered papers one by one and examined the patterns on them.

Circles, circles...and more circles!
There was not a single pagan among the six!

"How could this happen? There are six of us. The probability that there is no pagan among us is too low, right? How could we encounter such a thing?"

"The four pagans are all with the other six people. This is too much. Could it be that a weird game saw us coming in as a team and deliberately targeted us?"

"I suddenly feel that the possibility that Fu Jue is a pagan is quite high..."

"Whether he is a pagan or not, we will all vote for him in the ruling tomorrow morning." Thompson, the taciturn Eagle County man, said in a steady voice, "We have six votes in total, which is enough to vote Fu to death. Unless the other six people also collect their votes and reach a tie with us."

"Don't mention it, it's really possible." Fran frowned and said, "With Fu Jue's appeal and ability to argue, if he tricks them into joining us..."

"Don't panic." Sigmund the Jew laughed. "It's okay if the votes are tied. Maybe both of them will be executed together."

"True, and someone will surely die in one night. They may not be able to collect six votes."

The cemetery was suddenly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

It turned out that Fu Jue was not as invincible as imagined, and it turned out that Fu Jue could be so close to death - this realization made the representatives feel relieved.

Several people have already begun to calculate the distribution of benefits after the plan succeeds.

"Crunch--" A sound sounded behind my ears, like a hunter's footsteps crushing branches, or like a man-eating monster chewing on bones.

Fujiwara Shinno looked in the direction where the sound came from, a nonchalant expression on his face, his eyes gradually widened: "Baga! What is that thing!"

All the representatives followed his gaze, their expressions more or less solemn.

They saw a huge tumor appear in the middle of the cemetery, rolling towards them at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

The corpses along the way seemed to be inspired. They lifted up the stone slabs and crawled out of the ground, pounced on the tumor, and merged with it.

If it were in other dungeons, the representatives would only feel disdain when seeing such simple and crude monsters. But in this dungeon, their weapon items were all banned, and these ghost monsters that only stacked stats became difficult to deal with.

The powerful suction force acted on everyone. At this moment, the same thought suddenly emerged in everyone's mind: If you don't run, you will be eaten!

(End of this chapter)