Infinite spooky game

Chapter 438 Gods (10) Hostages

Five minutes later, under the control of the soul contract, Shuo Meng and Jiang Junjue went downstairs with frustrated expressions and sat on the sofa one by one.

Seeing that Yu Jinsheng was also under control, Jiang Junjue clicked his tongue in amazement: "Siqi, it's one thing if you have a problem with us, but why don't you even spare your own friends? I've never seen a person like you before."

Upon hearing this, Yu Jinsheng's gaze darted around: "Old Jiang, he already knows my identity."

This was awkward. Jiang Junjue's cheek muscles twitched twice, and when he looked at Si Qi again, he changed his tune: "Well, little brother Si Qi, regarding deceiving you, our guild leader has to take responsibility for his actions. My advice and that of Shuomeng were unsuccessful, so we had no choice but to comply. Considering our pleasant cooperation on the 'Red Maple Leaf Boarding School' dungeon, please don't hold it against me..."

After examining Qi Si's memories, Siqi said calmly, "You almost killed my tool."

Jiang Junjue: "..."

Shuo Meng blinked and raised his hand: "Si Qi, I have never offended you. In the 'Red Maple Leaf Boarding School' instance, I even carried you on my back at the end!"

Siqi looked at him with a long gaze: "You took my lighter."

Dreaming: "..."

In fact, it never mattered whether there was any resentment or grudges. Even if these people had saved Qi Si's life, as long as holding them hostage could generate enough benefits, Si Qi would carry it out without hesitation.

Unfortunately, people can never see through the truth behind things. They like to investigate the ins and outs of everything and settle scores of grudges and affections.

Enough with the nonsense; Siqi's patience for idle chatter had run out. He casually used the soul contract to silence the group, then expertly walked behind the counter, picked up the landline, and dialed the police department's general number.

The phone rang for a while before the operator answered: "Hello, this is the Shangri-La Town Public Security Bureau. What's wrong?"

Siqi's voice was gentle and his pronunciation was clear: "Hello, I am Siqi, 'Si' as in 'master' and 'Qi' as in 'contract'. You can also call me 'Qisi'. I need you to contact Fu Jue of the Bureau of Mystery Investigation within one hour and have him call this number."

After hearing Siqi's request, the person on the other end sounded confused: "Sir, I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean. Are you looking for someone? I think you may have made a mistake. We don't have a 'Bureau of Paranormal Investigations' here."

Siqi was not surprised by the operator's answer, and maintained his unchanging smile, saying gently, "It's okay. You just need to report it as soon as possible, saying that I have three important figures from the Listening Wind Guild and an innocent native from Shangri-La Town in my hands, and then have Fu Jue call back. I will kill them in an hour."

The operator was a young woman who had just started working. While answering the phone, she was idly scrolling through her phone. At first, she thought it was just some trivial, everyday stuff and planned to just say a few platitudes to get through it so she could continue watching her short videos.

Unexpectedly, the more he listened, the more alarmed he became. The young man on the other end of the phone was nonchalant, but his words made him take them very seriously. He said that someone was in his hands and asked the person named "Fu Jue" to call back. Wasn't this a kidnapping and extortion case?
So, should we prepare the ransom or call in agents to rescue the hostages?

The operator, who had watched many police dramas, instantly recalled numerous scenes from movies and TV shows, and her tone became serious: "Sir, please don't act impulsively, I'll report it right away! But an hour is too much time..."

“That’s enough. He’ll show up.” Siqi interrupted the operator’s bargaining, and after two seconds added politely, “Thank you for your hard work. Please make sure you tell Fu Jue everything I said without missing a single word.”

"Okay, okay! Don't worry! Just don't do anything that can't be taken back..."

Siqi promptly hung up the phone to avoid having his ears polluted by the same old lines of persuasion to do good.

On the long scroll of the contract at the bottom of the Hall of Thought, golden vines wove together into messy handwriting, faithfully recording the content of the conversation that had just taken place.

Verbal agreements are also binding. Now that the contract is in effect, the clerk believes that the operator will diligently deliver the information to Fu Jue within the stipulated time.

Bored, he grabbed an unsecured phone from the counter and downloaded the popular Candy Crush game in less than two minutes, starting from the first level.

Half an hour later, the landline phone at the front desk rang. Si Qi picked up the receiver, and Fu Jue's calm voice rang out: "Hello, Si Qi, this is Fu Jue. However, after tomorrow, I will revert to the identity of 'Lin Jue,' and the name 'Fu Jue' will become a thing of the past."

"Oh? So, God Fu staked everything on the final instance, including his reputation built up over twenty-two years, yet still failed to achieve final victory. So, he had no choice but to use the resources sealed away twenty-two years ago?" Si Qi smiled sarcastically. "You made your own decision; why bother explaining it to me?"

Lin Jue said calmly, "Since you've gone to such lengths to contact me, I suppose you don't mind if I take this opportunity to convey some information to you. And I hope that the cooperation we made before will still hold true in the later final instance."

"'Post-Final Instance Era'? I didn't expect your Bureau of Mysteries to have decided on a name so quickly." Siqi teased, narrowing his eyes slightly. "You should have already realized that I am not Qi Si. I'm curious, why do you think that with competition between us, and both vying for the sole position of Ancestral God, the cooperation negotiated by Qi Si can continue?"

“Because none of us want the Ancestral God to return to the world,” Lin Jue said. “Once the Ancestral God is finally chosen, He will act as the agent of the will of the rules, destroying and restarting all worlds, which is something I do not want to see.”

"At that time, apart from the one who carries out the authority of the ancestral god, all other people, ghosts, and gods will be taken back by Him and become fuel for creating new beings and gods in the new world. I think this is something you do not want to see."

“We share common goals at this stage, and the benefits of cooperation far outweigh those of conflict. Therefore, I propose cooperation to you.”

After he finished speaking, he said no more. These words were all the information he had to convey to Siqi. All he needed to do next was wait quietly for Siqi to analyze the pros and cons.

"As expected of the common leader of Kyushu and Sira, your analysis of the situation and predictions for the future are very accurate." Siqi's smile remained unchanged. He held the microphone in one hand and tapped the table casually with his index finger in the other, making a "knock knock" sound.

He laughed and asked in return, "Then Lin Jue, have you ever thought that I am different from that rationalist named 'Qis'? I am a madman who fears nothing more than a peaceful world. I would rather have a grand and magnificent death than live?"

"A golden wheel spins high in the sky, lava symbolizing destruction rains down, and blood and flesh splatter on the ground, stirring up huge clouds of dust... Just imagining that scene is enough to amaze me with its magnificent and bizarre beauty."

Lin Jue on the other end of the phone frowned slightly, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little somber: "So, what is your choice?"

Siqi remained silent for a long time, not because he was speechless, but more like he was suppressing a laugh, amused by Lin Jue's obvious question.

The young man's suppressed laughter rippled through the room before his clear, crisp voice rang out: "Someone once asked me an interesting question, and I remember he asked you the same question:"
"There's a madman who wants to have a killing contest with you. Whoever kills the most within a time limit wins. If you win, nothing will happen; if you lose, he'll destroy the whole world. Do you know what choice I made?"

Siqi lowered his voice, put his index finger to his lips, and adopted a tone of secret revelation: "I told Him to remember to tell me before destroying the world, so I can find a good spot and watch while eating popcorn."

This was Qi Si's answer to Qi after the "Double Happiness Town" instance ended, but at that time Qi Si and Qi Si's fates had not yet diverged, and Qi Si was Qi Si.

"I don't believe it." Lin Jue's voice was calm. "If your choice for the game's ending is death, you shouldn't have taken these four people hostage and started this conversation with me."

“It’s not that I chose death, but before my inevitable death, I want to do more interesting things, like destroying a world for fun, or bringing more weirdness into reality.” Siqi sighed, seemingly troubled that Lin Jue didn’t understand his pure intentions.

Before Lin Jue could speak, he continued, "As for why I controlled the four of them and asked to talk to you, I guess it's because I hope your Bureau of Mysterious Investigations can spare a car to take us back to Jiangcheng."

"By the way, don't forget to leave your phone number. I might need it later. After all, the road from Shangri-La Town to Jiangcheng is quite long, and the journey might be very uncomfortable."

It was clearly an unreasonable request, but Lin Jue wasn't angry when he heard it. Instead, he asked seriously, "Why are you so determined to return to Jiangcheng? Now, apart from Shangri-La Town, the rest of the area is no different from the end of the world. Strange things are rampant, and ghosts and monsters are everywhere."

"Shangri-La Town, as the settlement closest to the origin of the world, is like Noah's Ark in mythology, with the highest probability of surviving in the new world after the reboot."

"Just assume I want to die." Siqi chuckled softly. "And, for someone like me, the 'greatest weirdness projected into reality from a weird game,' how do you know I won't feel the same warmth when I encounter ghosts as I would when I encounter someone from my hometown?"

(End of this chapter)