Infinite spooky game

【One】

Qi Si felt that everything today seemed strange.

The alarm clock by the bedside had been replaced with "Gloomy Sunday" by someone. The opening line, "Sunday is gloomy," had a distorted sound like an old cassette tape from the last century, as if it were a premonition of ghosts appearing.

At breakfast, my father and mother sat neatly on the other side of the long table, their faces bearing identical and perfectly timed smiles, as they picked up dumplings with their chopsticks and put them into their mouths.

Qi Si ate a dumpling and almost threw up. The filling was obviously not fresh, it was sour and smelly, and there was a piece of fingernail that belonged to someone else.

Qi Si sincerely cursed the person who produced the dumpling. Just thinking that he would be damned to recall this disgusting experience every time he saw dumplings or similar foods in the future made him feel that the careless chef was extremely wicked.

In short, after a terrible breakfast, Qi Si put down his chopsticks, went into the bathroom, and planned to rinse his mouth.

He wasn't very familiar with the layout of the restroom, and it took him a while to find the mouthwash. He leaned over to the sink and subconsciously looked in the mirror. The young man in the mirror was wearing a white shirt with bloodstains on the collar.

He couldn't remember when he had gotten his clothes dirty. He looked down and saw that he was wearing his school uniform perfectly fine. When he looked up again, the person in the mirror was grinning at him with a strange smile.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of sharp fingernails scraping against glass, as if some living thing was trapped inside the mirror, struggling to crawl out.

Qi Si suddenly realized that he was unusually brave. An ordinary high school student standing here, seeing this scene, would probably be scared out of his wits. He was able to remain calm, which was truly commendable.

However, on the other hand, he always felt that he looked older than a sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school student.

"Dad, Mom, we need to replace the mirror in our house," Qi Si called out to the door, but received no response.

He walked out of the restroom, slung his backpack over his shoulder, ran downstairs, and caught the school bus. The driver glanced at him but didn't say anything. The bus was full of unfamiliar classmates, and they all fell silent after he boarded.

Qi Si took out a political book from his bag and quietly began to memorize it, while also trying to figure out the strange things that had happened that day.

Before I could even figure it out, a semi-transparent light gray panel slowly appeared in the upper left corner of my vision, and lines of silver-white text refreshed:
[Instance Title: A Happy Life]

[Instance Type: Single-player Puzzle]

Main Quest: Kill the creator of this world

[Pre-requisite: This is a role-playing instance. The memories of the identity you are playing have been loaded and replaced your original memories.]

Qi Si narrowed his eyes.

During the ten minutes he sat on the school bus, he roughly understood the cause and effect: he was a player of an infinite flow game called "Strange Game", and was currently experiencing a single-player puzzle instance, in a state of having his memories replaced.

His next task was to kill someone, but he had no idea who that person was or whether a red name would appear above their head like in an online game.

He didn't even know if the information displayed on the system panel was real. Maybe he just had a sudden mental breakdown and was hallucinating?

After all, his memories from birth to the present are vivid and clear, and they don't seem fake: his father is an engineer, his mother is a teacher, and he is their only son. He went smoothly from kindergarten to primary school and then to junior high school. He was among the top students in his class at a key high school, but the pressure from higher expectations caused him to suffer from mild anxiety and paranoia, and he had to go to the hospital for regular check-ups...

"Speaking of which, the mentally ill people in the news often commit violence. Could it be that they also saw the killing missions on the game panel?" Qi Si thought with interest, subtly opening his backpack and taking out a sharp compass from his pencil case.

He wasn't averse to killing; in fact, he found it strange that in his sixteen years of life, he had never tried killing anyone. A sharp weapon pierced flesh, warm blood soaked his fingertips, a scream was stifled by a hand, and a vibrant life came to an abrupt end… What a poignant image! Wouldn't it be a pity not to witness it firsthand?
In short, Qi Si was quite happy to go along with the mistake and treat this world as a game instance. After all, it's not illegal for a mentally ill person to kill, is it?

"So, who is the creator of this world? Considering that the game won't assign impossible tasks, the creator probably isn't some unkillable being like a god or God, or an abstract concept like Logos or a philosopher-king. At least with my current physical abilities, which are barely passing in sports, I should be able to handle it."

"Similarly, the creator cannot be an unrelated person. If I cannot have sufficient contact with them, or even if we are completely unrelated, it would be absurd to have the idea of ​​'killing' them. Random killing does not meet the game's requirements for fairness, and it seems to test luck more than intelligence and reasoning ability."

"If we add the theoretical basis that 'criminals often return to the crime scene,' then that guy will definitely not let go of the world after he created it. Assuming my existence is special, he will definitely appear around me often to observe my every move."

Qi Si calmly reasoned, and suddenly realized that his subconscious mind had filled in the two pieces of information: "fairness of the game" and "testing wisdom and reasoning ability," as if he had been dealing with this game frequently and was well aware of the underlying rules.

It's unclear whether this stems from the rich imagination unique to mental patients, or from latent memories that, as the game system suggests, haven't yet been completely erased.

In any case, now that the scope has been defined, the next step is to consider the potential difficulties.

Most people, when faced with this situation, might find the biggest challenge to overcome their psychological barriers and even attempt to kill, followed by destroying the body and evidence. But for Qi Si, these were no problem at all.

Qi Si quickly recalled his memories and realized that he was in a world with a comprehensive legal system. This meant that if someone died mysteriously, the police would definitely investigate within 48 hours. Given the coverage of surveillance cameras, they should have traced him to him within a day at the latest—after all, he was just an ordinary high school student with no connections or influence, and his only murder weapons were a compass and a box cutter.

To put it bluntly, from the moment he kills the first person, if he kills the wrong person, he only has three days to continue the mission, and the probability of being exposed gradually increases over time. If he is not careful, he may be sent to the police station or a mental hospital.

This also eliminates the possibility of players killing indiscriminately without thinking.

"It really is a puzzle game that emphasizes intelligence rather than force," Qi Si said in a good mood.

Only sufficiently challenging games can differentiate players, and he had no desire to see those physically strong but mentally weak brutes among those who had completed the game. This wasn't just because he believed in the power of intelligence, but also because he knew that those physically strong players could easily subdue him. Rather than being overwhelmed in multiplayer dungeons, it was better to let them die in puzzle dungeons.

"Forceful player" and "multiplayer dungeon"... Qi Si captured two more technical terms from his subconscious.

Wow, it seems this weird game has quite a few twists and turns, and its world-building is quite extensive.

【two】

As Qi Si got off the school bus and walked towards the classroom, he saw Zhu Ming.

This person was a friend he met in elementary school. At that time, a group of older kids said, "We will ignore anyone who plays with Qi Si." Zhu Ming also distanced himself from him for a while and even took back the gifts they had exchanged.

They were in different classes for three years of junior high school and never saw each other. The bad memories faded away as a result. Later, they were admitted to the same high school and were unexpectedly in the same class. The childhood quarrels were laughed off. On the contrary, because they came from the same place, they got along even better than before.

"Qisi, have you finished your political exam yet? I need your help urgently, can you lend me ten minutes?" Zhu Ming patted Qisi's shoulder familiarly and then rummaged through his bag.

Qi Si remained silent as he let him search, recalling his interactions with this friend: disappearing for three years, then suddenly re-entering his life, acting carefree—it all seemed suspicious. And… the fact that he hadn't killed him back in elementary school was also highly suspicious.

"Thanks! I'll treat you to a chicken leg roll during the long break!" Zhu Ming flipped to the politics paper, his round face scrunched up with a smile, and turned to run wildly towards the small garden behind the teaching building.

This high school operates under military-style management, strictly prohibiting students from finishing their homework during morning self-study. As a result, students who haven't finished their homework will find a quiet spot to hide from the patrolling teachers and write furiously. In the small garden, there is an abandoned warehouse hidden by vines, which is the students' favorite place to finish their homework.

Qi Si stared at the back of Zhu Ming's neck and suddenly said, "I suddenly remembered that I made a mistake on one of the questions, and I might need to correct it later. How about this, I'll go with you."

Zhu Ming stopped and winked at him: "Oh, even good students have to do their homework now. What if the teacher and classmates see this..."

“Yes.” Qi Si lowered his eyes. “So we might have to find a more secluded place, preferably without teachers or classmates.” He paused, stroking his fingers as he added, “I’m quite concerned about my image.”

Having said that, Zhu Ming naturally had no reason to refuse. He put his arm around Qi Si's shoulder and laughed, "Then we'll have to go to the base of the wall. I've checked that place; it's really remote, but there are a lot of mosquitoes."

A smile appeared on Qi Si's lips: "Okay, let's go there."

Qi Si held the compass tightly in his palm, the pointed end hidden in his sleeve. He followed behind Zhu Ming, walking step by step towards the base of the wall. The voices faded into the distance, and the figures became sparse. In the end, there was no one else to be seen. Under the overgrown cement wall, there were only Qi Si and Zhu Ming.

Qi Si and Zhu Ming were extremely close, only half a step apart. The moment the boy squatted down and unfolded the political scroll, Qi Si raised his compass high and plunged it down heavily.

Fresh blood splattered on his cheek, about to trickle down his neck and stain his collar, when Qi Si swiftly wiped it dry with a wet wipe. Perhaps because he found the right angle, not a single drop of blood soaked his school uniform, saving him the trouble of changing clothes.

Qi Si looked down at Zhu Ming's incredulous eyes, too lazy to explain the reasons to the victim like the villains often seen in movies and literature. He simply squatted down beside him, quietly waiting for the boy to breathe his last, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes returned to lifelessness.

There was no hint to clear the level, and the system interface remained unchanged. It was clear that Qi Si's luck was terrible; he had once again guessed wrong on a multiple-choice question, and the first target he chose to kill was not the correct answer.

Of course, he wasn't discouraged by this. After all, while there weren't many opportunities to try and fail, they weren't the only ones either. He had reason to take the opportunity to kill some people he had once hated but hadn't been able to kill.

For example, this guy in front of him who once abandoned him, but now shamelessly comes back to pretend to be his brother.

There happened to be a pool of water next to the wall. Qi Si dragged the heavy corpse over, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He first threw the body into the water, then went to the other side to fill a bucket with clean water left by the cleaning lady. As he returned along the same path, he sprinkled the water on the bloodstain. Qi Si watched with satisfaction as the scarlet turned into a pale red and then diluted into a light pink, eventually disappearing completely under the asphalt road.

He returned to the classroom nonchalantly. Early morning self-study had only just begun when the student leading the reading glanced at him before looking away, his gaze carrying a meaning he couldn't understand. After perfunctorily reading aloud for a while, the class monitor began calling roll: "Qi Si, Cai Kaiwen, Qiu Mingli… Zhu Ming…"

"Here." A sinister voice announced from Zhu Ming's location.

Qi Si turned his head and saw Zhu Ming, soaking wet, sitting stiffly in his seat. The hole in his neck was glaringly obvious, from which dark brown blood was gushing out. The blood mixed with the water, forming a pale red liquid that quickly stained his school uniform, dripping onto the ground and spreading into a pool of bloody red...

No one noticed his abnormality; perhaps to everyone except Qis, he was still perfectly alive. He realized Qis was looking at him, and his dark, lifeless eyes turned to him, staring coldly at Qis with the venomous gaze of a vengeful ghost who had died a violent death.

Qiss saw the blood on the ground suddenly begin to writhe like maggots, rearranging itself into several crooked phrases: "Tonight... I will... kill you..."

At this point, Qi Si realized that this was a world inhabited by ghosts. Those he killed would become vengeful spirits, forming yet another obstacle to his mission.

"But then again, if ghosts and monsters are also an important part of this world..."

It was still early morning, at least twelve hours before nightfall. Qi Si expressionlessly averted his gaze, and in a fleeting glance, he noticed an open notebook lying before him, its crumpled pages filled with messy writing:
Zhu Ming ignored me and started spitting on me, throwing mud at me, and tearing up my books with them. I was very unhappy and didn't want him looking at me like that. I thought... I would kill him.

But I can't do that. Murder is punishable by death, and I have a bright future ahead of me. I can't jeopardize it all... Besides, my mother told me that there are some things you just can't do.

When he read the first half of the text, Qi Si was quite empathetic, but when he looked at the second half, he was at a loss for words and felt a huge sense of absurdity.

Who keeps a diary? And did he really write this? He has absolutely no recollection of it. The phrase "There are always some things you can't do" does sound familiar, and it even gives him a PTSD-like flare-up…

"The diary... in a sense, it's a new clue." Qi Si stroked his chin, held up his Chinese textbook, and began to flip through the diary that had appeared out of nowhere.

The second story is about his cousin's family...

【three】

During summer vacation, I stayed at my uncle's house in the countryside for a while. My cousin hated me and was always making sarcastic remarks to me... I really wanted to kill her.

Every time my cousin and I argue, my uncle and aunt call my father without asking any questions, sarcastically saying that I've been corrupted by the city... I really want to kill them. If this world is indeed a game, and the diary is a clue, then deciding on a killing target based on the clues is perfectly reasonable; the next family to be killed is my uncle's family.

However, from the perspective of categorizing conditions, killing Zhu Ming, who wrote in the diary, did not have a positive effect. Whether killing other people can help clear the game is questionable.

Qi Si flipped to the front of the diary, where the seven large characters "Qi Si's Happy Life" were prominently displayed on the pristine white cover. The last four characters were exactly the same as the dungeon name displayed on the game panel.

On the back, in smaller font, is a note: "No waves, smooth sailing, peace and joy, I have a happy life. If only all the people I hate would disappear."

It was Qi Si's handwriting, but Qi Si didn't think he could write this kind of thing, nor did he think there was any need to pursue this kind of "happiness".

To abandon one's uniqueness, to follow the fate of most people in the world, to conform to public order and good customs and live a life of unremarkable ordinariness, like a mediocre work of art produced on an assembly line...

This kind of life was like a horror movie to Qi Si; he broke out in a cold sweat after just a short while of thinking about it. If this was the eerie game, then… it was indeed quite eerie.

"Considering the dungeon's name and the prerequisites, I'm playing the role of the owner of this 'Happy Life' diary, and it seems I need to help him fulfill his wishes and get rid of those he hates. But from the perspective of the main quest, if I can't solve the problem, I should solve the person who raised it. I just need to find the diary's owner and kill him. After all, even the diary's name is the same as the dungeon's name; it would be illogical if he wasn't the dungeon's creator..."

Qi Si pondered the matter seriously and quickly decided to focus on completing the main quest. The thought of helping a mediocre person content with mediocrity solve their problems and create a so-called happy life made him uncomfortable; it was better not to do it.

Of course, there is also a serious problem... "If I want to kill the owner of the diary, will I have to commit suicide?" Qi Si fell into deep thought.

The dead Zhu Ming was still staring coldly at Qi Si. One teacher after another entered the classroom, rigidly reading the text on their lesson plans, their gazes invariably fixed on Qi Si, scrutinizing him without any emotion.

Water droplets fell to the ground at a constant frequency, making a "tick-tock" sound; the second hand of the clock ticked away, and the huge shadow of dark clouds outside the window slowly spread across the classroom floor; more and more eyes were drawn to Qi Si's back, as if something big was about to happen, and he was the protagonist of it all.

Every corner of this world exudes a perceptible distortion, like a subjectively constructed dream, or a conceptualized spiritual world.

Qi Si thought of the description in the main quest section, which used the word "creation." If what he was creating was a dream world or a mental space, then although he was playing the role of the diary's owner, the real owner of the diary might be hiding in the shadows, watching how he would break the deadlock.

Based on this, the next step is clear: find a way to force the diary's owner to show up.

Qi Si leisurely flipped through the rest of the diary.

I got good grades on my exam, and my father bought me the electronic dictionary I'd always wanted...

When my mother heard that I didn't get along well with my classmates, she specially rented a house near the school and arranged for me to be a day student...

Every Friday, I start looking forward to the weekend because my father and mother always take me to Tianxianglou for a big meal...

Each small, seemingly insignificant detail paints a picture of a happy family of three, undoubtedly fitting the theme of "a happy life."

Qi Si tried to recall the events by following the diary entries, but the bottom of his memory seemed to be shrouded in a thick white fog, burying all the details in the mist.

He only remembered having loving parents, but had no recollection of any small things that could demonstrate "love," as if those two people did not actually exist in his life, but were merely vague concepts.

In contrast, he was deeply impressed by what Zhu Ming and his uncle's family had done, but he wondered why they had been spared until now, even though he had long harbored murderous intent.

Yes, Qi Si has always been a vengeful person.

He closed the diary and chuckled softly: "What a blissful life. But tell me, if I were to ruin your so-called 'happiness,' could you still resist showing yourself?"

"Clatter!" The pen on the table fell to the ground and rolled to his feet.

Qi Si bent down and reached for the pen. The blood on the ground had already spread to within half a meter of him and was still spreading rapidly.

He picked up his pen as if he hadn't seen anything, and straightened up. His classmates and teachers' eyes turned to him from all directions, but no one said a word.

The clock's hands spun rapidly, crossing the twelve o'clock mark, passing each number, and finally landing on "6," as dawn turned to dusk in the blink of an eye.

The figures of the teacher and students faded more and more, from black to gray, then to white, and finally disappeared.

Qi Si got up and walked out of the classroom. A middle-aged man in the corridor grabbed his wrist: "Qi Si, your parents have something come up and can't come to pick you up. Your uncle will take you home."

"Is that so?" Qi Si raised his eyes and looked at the shifty-eyed face that was just like the one in his memory for a moment, then smiled with a smile. "Well, thank you for your trouble, Uncle."

His uncle's hand was like an iron clamp, gripping Qi Si's wrist tightly, as if afraid that if he loosened his grip even slightly, the boy would break free and run away. He pulled Qi Si's arm and quickly went downstairs, heading towards the school gate. Qi Si heard the sharp sound of police sirens in the distance, and his right hand subtly gripped the compass.

"Qisi, Zhu Ming is dead. The surveillance footage shows that he was with you during his last moments. You'd better cooperate fully with the police investigation." His uncle said earnestly, but his eyes revealed undisguised malice.

It can be basically confirmed that the diary's owner heard Qi Si's threat and, in order to prevent him from carrying it out, altered the copy's progress.

—The police noticed him earlier, and his uncle also interfered, doing everything he could to create obstacles for him.

"Zhu Ming is dead?" Qi Si feigned a trembling expression, his face full of disbelief. "He was perfectly fine this morning, and I even lent him my political science exam paper..."

As he spoke, he silently raised his compass and plunged it into the back of his uncle's neck.

Blood spurted out, and amidst the piercing sirens, he pushed aside the corpse with its eyes wide open and ran wildly toward the back gate of the school, across the lush little garden, gradually approaching the base of the wall where Zhu Ming had been killed.

"Shh..." The overgrown weeds rustled without wind, making a soft crawling sound. The stench of blood, diluted by the moisture, grew stronger as it approached, and a pale face emerged from among the half-hidden vines—it belonged to Zhu Ming.

The originally dry ground became damp without anyone noticing, and blood vessels and fat swam between the thin film of water, rushing toward Qis's heels as if they were alive.

"Qis...you killed me...I'll kill you too..." Indistinct murmurs echoed around Qis, and a pale face appeared in every clump of grass, ghostly and sinister eyes intertwined, the palpable malice making the air thick with tension.

"Hehehe...you can't escape..." A face suddenly appeared in front of Qis. Qis swung his compass and stabbed it. The sharp end sank into his flesh as if he were sucked into a swamp and could not be pulled out.

Qi Si decisively let go, sidestepped the ghost blocking his way, and quickened his pace, running wildly towards the door without a care in the world.

The iron gate ahead was wide open and empty, except for a private car parked on the side of the road. As you got closer, you could see that the driver's side window was half-rolled down, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a gray complexion, while a woman was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Qis, get in the car quickly," the man said.

"If we don't get on the bus now, it will be too late," the woman added.

Qis recognized them; they were his father and mother. He opened the car door, got into the back seat, and the car started and sped away from the campus.

However... he had previously threatened the diarist with his parents, so in a moment of desperation, the diarist activated the dungeon mechanism to eliminate him. Given this premise, the diarist should have been avoiding him like the plague, so how could he have allowed him to encounter his parents so easily?
"Qis, you're out of breath. Did something happen at school?" his mother asked with concern.

Qi Si casually held his schoolbag in front of him, unzipped it, took out a history book, and then, using the textbook as cover, took out a jade paperweight hidden in his pencil case. He weighed it a couple of times and thought that with its weight and hardness, it should be able to smash some things.

"It's nothing," he said calmly. "It just suddenly occurred to me: do you remember how old I am this year?"

"Qisi, you're sixteen years old this year," the father and mother said in unison.

Qi Si was silent for a moment, then slowly curled his lips into a strange smile: "But I suddenly remembered that you died when I was sixteen, in a car accident. I even made your bodies into specimens and placed them in the master bedroom."

There was no response. The car accelerated, and the man and woman in the front seat turned to dust at a visible speed. Only two black and white photos remained on the seats. The blurred faces had only their eyes clearly visible, staring intently at Qis through the glass frames.

Soon, Qi Si felt a third gaze. He looked up and saw his reflection in the rearview mirror; he was wearing a white shirt…

[Four]

"Actually, the moment I killed Zhu Ming and discovered the existence of ghosts and monsters in the dungeon, I realized that the creator may not be human. It could be some kind of abstract existence, a consciousness, a spiritual entity, or naturally, a ghost or monster in the mirror."

In the game space, Qi Si sat on a throne behind a long bronze table, casually placing a white piece on the chessboard in front of him: "The hint was clear from the beginning: an unusual day, the figure in the mirror suddenly doesn't resemble oneself, a bizarre dream. To wake up, besides suicide, the only other option is to kill another version of oneself. And the figure in the mirror is a common image representing another version of oneself."

"So, I decided to smash the mirror. The reason I got into the car at the school gate even though I knew it might be a trap was because the rearview mirror is the easiest mirror to break and can reflect a person's image. Of course, to prevent the person in the mirror from being afraid to show up, I pretended to be oblivious and waited until the car started to accelerate and he thought he had me cornered before I actually made my move."

"It's clear you've been holding back for a long time, to the point that you even said something criticizing the dungeon design three minutes after it ended." Qi sat opposite Qis, conjuring a black piece at his fingertip and blocking the right side of the three white pieces in a row.

Yes, the two people are playing Gomoku. Compared to the sophisticated Go, Gomoku is clearly a more intellectually stimulating game that Qi Si prefers. In a sense, it is similar to Candy Crush.

“Indeed, I don’t see what other purpose this dungeon serves besides causing me some trouble.” Qi Si casually placed a white piece in another corner of the chessboard, opening up a new battle zone. “A version of me who is used to obeying the law, a version of me who only hides my unhappiness in my heart and hopes that others will solve it for me, a version of me who takes a happy life as my only pursuit… In my opinion, apart from appropriating my portrait and name, and using some of my deeds, the image you created is like a monkey and a human to me.”

“Don’t you find this interesting?” Chi tapped his chin with his index finger, a smile playing on his lips. “As another possibility belonging to ‘Qis,’ he has living parents, can restrain his crazy thoughts, and grows up smoothly and peacefully. Although he has also encountered malice, the beautiful parts occupy a larger part of his life…”

Qi Si gave a forced smile: "And as you saw, even though I've lost my memory, I'll still kill without hesitation if given the chance." Taking advantage of Qi's distraction from the chessboard, he placed three white pieces in the corner of the board.

"Yes, after all, you are the embodiment of all my malice." Qi's smile deepened. With a wave of his hand, the chessboard on the bronze table disappeared, leaving only the floating sun, moon, and stars. "Sixteen years of 'happy life' will be back on track in less than a day with your intervention. You are the greatest evil in this world. As long as there is even the slightest possibility of leaning towards darkness, you will unleash a torrent of malice upon the world without hesitation."

"So?" Qi Si raised an eyebrow slightly, leaned forward, and adopted a posture of listening attentively.

“So,” Qi put his index finger to his lips, his crimson gaze falling like rain of blood, “I can now confidently hand over the rest of the plan to you.”

"The world is about to end, or perhaps it will be an endless cycle. I hope you will treat everything that is about to happen with the utmost malice."

Qi Si laughed: "That sounds interesting, but I have a feeling this is a trap waiting for me to fall into."

“That’s interesting, isn’t it?” Qi raised his hand, and strokes, words, and patterns appeared on his palm. “I remember telling you a hypothetical scenario: there’s a madman who wants to have a killing contest with you. Whoever kills more within a time limit wins. If you win, nothing will happen; if you lose, he will destroy the whole world.”

"Next, it's your turn to play the 'madman.' The most painful death breeds the thickest sin, which will become a bargaining chip in the final act, driving the birth of a new world or returning to an old world without rules. As for who holds the roulette wheel that determines the future, it depends on who has more chips."

Qi Si's smile turned strange for a moment: "So what about you? Who are you playing?"

“Me? —” Qi laughed happily, leaning over the table that was in the middle of the room, “I’ll find a spot with a good view and watch while I eat popcorn.”

[END] (End of this chapter)