Infinite spooky game

The players gathered outside Room 12, each with their own thoughts.

A player of Fu Jue's level actually got into trouble on the first night. It was like a ridiculous joke. But after carefully analyzing the mechanism of this instance, it seemed possible to achieve such a result.

Asakura Yuko adjusted her glasses, and the worst guess suddenly came to her mind: the war outside the final copy may have already begun, and the weird game obviously supports the early recovery of identity cards; now it is Fu Jue, so the next one... will it be her?
Most of the representatives of the Bureau of Weird Investigation knew what was going on. They were the ones who discovered the record of "Pagans gathering in private to plot blasphemous acts", and they were also the ones who activated the skill of "Reporting rooms with two or more people living in them and judging the occupants as heretics".

The only thing they didn't expect was that Fu Jue would die so easily; according to their original plan, they just wanted to test Fu Jue's backup plan and consume his life-saving items.

Thomson stepped forward first and pushed open the door with bated breath. The bloody smell hit him in the face, and the bright red was dazzling. Of course, for players who were used to seeing death, this scene was no different from flowers on the roadside.

The representatives filed in, unable to hide their eagerness to search for Fu Jue's body and the [Fallen Savior] card that was bound to be extracted. But after seeing the scene in the room, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

The big bed in the middle of the room was empty. The stone pillow was placed intact in its original place, and the bedding was folded neatly without even a strand of hair left, as if no one had ever slept on it.

And in the pool of blood on the ground at the foot of the bed, there lay a dark figure with an upside-down cross inserted diagonally into his chest, piercing his heart and nailing it to the ground - it was the black man Blaylon!
The players gathered around cautiously, looking down at the corpse. The dead man's eyes were wide open, and his expression was ferocious, as if he had seen something extremely horrific, but he lost his life before he could even scream.

Fujiwara Shinno observed for a while but couldn't figure out what was going on. He ignored the possible danger and reached out his hand to feel the surface of the body. He skillfully checked every pocket, but still found nothing.

One representative could no longer hold back and asked, "Where is Fu Jue? Have you seen Fu Jue's body?"

The players turned to search around, looking around every corner, and then looked at each other in confusion. There was only Blaylen in Room 12, and there was no trace of anyone else!
"Fu Jue is not in the room? Then where would he be? I clearly saw him enter the room with my own eyes last night..."

"Given Fu Jue's strength and style, he should go out to explore at night. Could he still be outside the temple?"

The players were talking about it. The representatives also calmed down and realized that Fu Jue was very likely still alive.

Such a smart being couldn't possibly not notice their plan. Since he was ready to walk into their trap, he must have thought of a countermeasure long ago.

Fran from Crystal County smiled grimly: "I think Fu Jue has a big problem. He was in the same room with Blaylen, how could he not know that Blaylen was in trouble? He refused to come back at this time and was wandering outside. Maybe he was absconding for fear of being punished."

These words showed no disguising of his hostility towards Fu Jue, and Giles once again confirmed the conclusion that "Fran is just a well-developed idiot."

He sighed helplessly: "I know that the situation of two people living in the same room, one dead and one missing, is very suspicious, but I don't think we need to jump to conclusions. When I went out to explore last night, I didn't meet Fu Jue.

"Everyone has seen what Fu Jue has done over the years. I don't believe he would do anything to harm his companions. Perhaps, we can look for him patiently..."

As if to confirm his words, the tall woman suddenly raised her head and stared at the ceiling, her tone becoming strange: "Everyone, I think I know where Fu Jue's body is."

The players looked up at the sound and looked in the direction she was looking.

A crack appeared in the middle of the ceiling, and a pale marble statue was embedded in the crack, revealing a skull-like face. The sharp fangs held a pair of blood-stained frameless glasses, which clearly belonged to Fu Jue.

Fu Jue was indeed dead, and he died in the most miserable way, being eaten by the statue. There was no sound, and no body was left.

Even the representatives who wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible couldn't help but feel a sense of grief for the rabbit's death.

They should be jubilant and in high spirits, but at this moment, no one could laugh. They even looked away at the same time, not daring to look at those bloody eyes, as if they were a horrible prophecy or proof of sin.

After two seconds of silence, someone asked silently through the team ring: "Where is the ID card? Have you seen the ID card of [Fallen Savior]?"

The answer is no. The ID card disappeared silently with Fu Jue's death, just like a tropical forest flooded by a heavy rain, so naturally and logically.

Then the players remembered that after the appearance of the Revelation Monument, there has not been a single case that can prove that after the death of the identity card holder, the identity card will be extracted instead of being directly recycled by the weird game.

And now the case has emerged. They killed Fu Jue, and the identity card died with Fu Jue. The Weird Investigation Bureau lost the [Fallen Savior] card, and they are the culprits.

The top management would not listen to their explanations, nor would they admit that their actions had been tacitly approved by certain bigwigs. Those people only recognized the facts of the result: because of a wrong decision, the Bureau of Strange Affairs lost the seat corresponding to the [Fallen Savior] card.

They will be punished. The representatives' faces turned grim, like children who have done something wrong and prayed that what happened was just a nightmare.

They were silent, and stagnant fear spread in the room, as if a foolish group of people in ancient times had accidentally killed a witch and were standing around the corpse, helplessly awaiting the gods' judgment.

"It's still early for the final instance. I don't think Weird Game will be so eager to recycle the ID card. Otherwise, there is no need for it to issue the ID card."

The tall woman's voice broke the silence: "I can understand your desire for the [Fallen Savior] card. It is also human nature to hide the identity card and bind it quietly after obtaining it.

"But I still hope to get accurate information, at least to let others know that the [Fallen Savior] card is still under the control of the Bureau of Tricksters."

All players wearing team rings could hear the woman's voice, and for a moment it seemed as if they had found a life-saving straw.

The result of "the identity card was taken by a player" is undoubtedly much better than the news of "the identity card was recycled" and "Fu Jue just faked his death", and they tend to believe the former.

In addition, they were all thousand-year-old foxes and had a general understanding of each other's character. For a moment, suspicion replaced uneasiness and spread among the representatives.

Father Rach walked into the room at the right time, with a look of compassion and sorrow on his face: “Last night, the pagans killed a believer of the Lord, it was a poor child, may the Lord bless him.

"I hope that through discussion you can find that cruel pagan and make him receive the punishment he deserves."

The players had no objection and went back to the hall where the long table was placed in twos and threes, leaving Blaylen's body lying in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

After everyone sat down again, Father Larch opened his arms and announced: "Before the voting begins, one of you must become the Son of God and preside over this judgment. Who among you is willing to become the Son of God?"

After Fu Jue's death, the representatives were not so enthusiastic about the seat of the Son of God. After all, no one knew if there would be a trap behind it. After a long silence, William smiled bitterly and raised his hand: "If no one is willing, then I will do it."

Father Ratchet smiled, and in his hand appeared a black cross pendant, which looked exactly like a religious symbol in reality. He held the lanyard with both hands, and with a solemn and dignified movement, he slowly put the pendant around William's neck.

The black cross hanging on William's chest in a gray vest looked awkward no matter how you looked at it, and even had a comic feel.

Father Laci's eyes were filled with eager expectation, and the meaning was ambiguous: "I'm glad that you have the courage to take responsibility. You will have half an hour to discuss. Please decide on the candidate for the pagan before the time is up."

After he finished speaking, he took out an hourglass from his arms and placed it upside down in the middle of the long table.

Fine sand slowly leaked out through the tiny holes, and Father Ratch disappeared on the spot, leaving the absent-minded players behind.

They didn't have much idea about the task of finding the pagans' camp. Not to mention that Fu Jue and Brailun were killed by the representatives using the effect of [Record]. Even if it was really killed by the pagans, it would be impossible to anchor a specific person based on the clues of the corpse, and they could only guess blindly.

Giles spoke first: "Let's summarize the clues of the main task. Last night, I triggered another ending..."

He briefly recounted the contents of the second ending, including his own speculations, such as the original Holy Lord being usurped by the evil god, and the new evil god being the source of all the weirdness in the instance...

As he spoke, the players looked at Qis on the main seat with more and more vigilance, and gradually with a hint of inquiry.

The god-level NPC is undoubtedly the big boss behind the ending 2, and it can be said that there is no solution. In the case that you cannot use weapons and props and cannot attack others, there must be some way to pass the level without bloodshed.

Thompson thought for a moment and said, "I suspect that there are other ways to achieve these two endings besides unlocking them through the fire. If we use some means to prevent these endings from ever happening, can it also be considered as completing the main quest?"

Yes, the narration of the main quest said: [The crisis of death is imminent, and the only way to survive is to uncover the truth before the end].

Then, as long as the crisis can be stopped in advance, the logic behind the mission will no longer be valid and the problem will naturally be solved.

Fujiwara Shinno smiled and said, "Take the ending as an example. We can tell the priests in advance that the believers may overthrow their rule and let them kill the pagans as soon as possible."

The last grain of sand in the hourglass fell, and Father Lachi appeared in front of the players with a smile. Everyone held their breath and waited for the next instruction.

Father Rudge looked at William and said calmly, "Son, can you tell me who the pagan is?"

His perfect smile looked extremely strange under the light and shadow, like a lifelike statue, similar to a human but lifeless, enough to arouse witnesses' associations with ghosts.

William was stunned for a moment, and asked stiffly: "I'm not sure yet, can I not choose now?"

He volunteered to take the seat of the Son of God just to fulfill his leadership responsibilities, but he never thought of sentencing an innocent person to death. If he made the wrong choice, he would not be able to forgive himself.

Father Larch looked at him pitifully and said, "My child, you are the Son of God who is being watched by the Lord. Follow your heart. You just need to tell me, who do you want to judge the most?"

This is almost a blunt statement that people make random choices...

Silence enveloped the entire temple hall, and all the players stared at William motionlessly, waiting for him to make the final decision.

Father Laci's words were threatening: "You don't have much time left. If you don't make a choice, I can only think that you are the pagan."

The temperature of the temple was dropping at a rate perceptible to the human body. The murals of gods on the dome opened their eyes at the same time and stared coldly at the players below.

Thomson suddenly said: "I'm sorry, Father Larch, we haven't had time to vote yet. Please let us vote according to the rules we set yesterday."

Father Lage nodded with a smile and said, "Since this is your first time participating in a trial, I can give you another five minutes. Of course, this won't happen again."

Thomson immediately pointed at the short-haired girl and said firmly: "I vote for her."

The moment he finished speaking, the short-haired girl turned pale.

"I'm not a pagan!" she shouted, pulling out a page of history book from her bosom and pretending to show it, "I can show you my ID card!"

Before, she was afraid of becoming the target of pagans and did not dare to reveal her identity in public, but now, she had no choice.

But the next second, her movements froze in place, as if she was frozen by a sudden cold wave. She maintained the same posture and could not move at all.

[No player may show his or her ID card to others]

The system prompt sound echoed in the hall and every player could hear it.

Without being able to show her identity, she cannot effectively prove her innocence, even if she is indeed a believer.

Most people saw why Thompson targeted the short-haired girl: she had obtained the record of [God said, the gathering must not be stopped], and her skill was [Convene a new judgment outside of a specific session].

Judging from the current situation, the more blind judgments are made, the more likely it is that innocent people will be killed. In order to reduce the possible unnecessary casualties, she had no choice but to die.

The voting proceeded in an orderly manner. Four people abstained, five people raised their fingers and pointed at the short-haired girl, and the short-haired girl pointed at Thompson.

But at the last second, Thompson suddenly changed direction and pointed at Qis who was sitting in the main seat.

Qi Si saw a light grey silver light flashing in his eyes. (End of this chapter)