Chapter 38 Carnivorous (10) Clues
When Zhao Feng found Ah Xi and handed him the meat that was still stained with blood, the latter showed his teeth as fine as a shark and smiled "hehe".
The ghost child tilted his head and said crisply in a childish voice: "Thank you, brother, let me tell you a story."
Hearing this, Zhao Feng's eyes lit up and he couldn't hide his joy. .
No wonder this ghost kid cannot be killed. It turns out to be an NPC who provided clues.
The pre-prompt reminder is that the truth is contained in the villagers' words, and as long as you tell the truth, you can resist the harm of the villagers. In other words, verbal clues are life-saving charms at critical moments.
Exchanging a piece of flesh for a life-saving charm is neither a profit nor a loss.
Qisi stood aside silently, the corners of his mouth curved.
Well, if Zhao Feng exchanges a piece of meat for a clue, not only will he not lose money, he will also make a lot of money.
Axi cleared her throat and recited in the tone of a children's song:
[My sister and brother went to grandma's house. The children's meat was tender and the bones were crispy, and grandma was drooling with greed.]
[My sister heard a crunching sound at night and asked grandma what she was eating. Grandma said it was dried peas]< br>
[My brother disappeared the next day, and my sister searched and searched, and there were broken bones piled up in the corner]
Thinking of this, Ah Xi chuckled and jumped up and down with the meat. He jumped to the ground and ran away, leaving Zhao Feng in a daze.
Zhao Feng looked around and saw Qisi standing aside holding a tape recorder with an unpredictable expression. He subconsciously asked: "Brother Chang, what does this story have to do with our copy?"
"I don't know." Qisi said honestly.
The story Axi tells is very ordinary. At first glance, it sounds like an extension of a horror story related to "eating".
Qisi has heard another version called "The Woman in White".
It is said that there is a ghost called "White Woman" who will pretend to be a grandmother, sleep with her grandchildren, and secretly eat the children.
Chis didn’t have too many horrible feelings about this story. Looking back now, the one who impressed him the most was the cousin who told him this story.
The girl who is always dressed up likes to poke his eyes with her bright red nails and scold him viciously: "Sangmenxing, debt collector, why haven't you been dragged away by the woman in white?"
Bad and nasty The stupid girl bowed her head in the face of the outside world's malice, while venting her resentment to her cousin who was living under someone else's roof. After being bullied by her classmates, she listened to folk taboo rumors and hanged herself in a red dress... What a rough and old-fashioned tragedy and comedy.
The long-faded memory was vivid for a moment. Qisi casually pressed the switch of the recorder in his hand, and the smile on his lips became a little more gentle.
"Sister and brother go to grandma's house..."
Children's songs mixed with electromagnetic noise echoed in the air. Perhaps due to the distortion of the recording, the sound lacked the crispness of children and appeared low and hoarse. It sounds so sinister that it sends chills down your spine.
Zhao Feng twitched his eyes and asked: "Brother Chang, where did this tape recorder come from? What is it used for?"
Qisi suppressed his smile and answered truthfully: "I came down from the bus. I don't know if there is one." It’s useless, it’s useless if you don’t take it.”
Zhao Feng suddenly understood why Qisi had so many props on him.
Should I say that I am worthy of being from Sila? It's like "a wild goose plucking its feathers"...
In the center of the courtyard, the players have already picked up the guys and gathered together. Except for Yang Yundong, who carries a simple knife on his back, and Zhu Ling, who has a dagger on her waist, there are no obvious weapons on the other players.
Qisi said calmly: "Let's go there too. Going late may arouse suspicion."
Zhao Feng glanced at his left arm, which was wrapped with a cloth strip and was still bleeding, for no reason.
Although he didn't know whether it was due to the mechanism of the dungeon or something else, he couldn't feel much pain at the moment, but he still felt that appearing in the crowd with such a wound would easily arouse the anger of other players. Notice.
Then, he heard Qisi say in a matter-of-fact tone: "Let's go separately. Feeding meat to the ghosts is all your business. I didn't trigger such a task, right?"
Zhao Feng: 6.
...
Beside the woodshed, Su Po picked up a barrel from somewhere, picked it up on a pole, and made a gesture of going out.
The wooden barrel exudes a strong smell of blood, and the lid on it is ajar, making it difficult for people to open it and take a look at the contents inside.
Zhu Ling took a step forward and asked: "Po Po, where are you going?"
Po Po Su didn't hide anything and replied: "I want to go to the ancestral hall to pay my respects. People go to the ancestral hall to worship, so as to ward off disasters.”
So you also know about the death?
Zhu Ling coughed twice and said tentatively: "You have worked hard to entertain us. If there is nothing special about it, I will help you."
Su Po's expression changed and she shook her head: "Farewell, I just broke a dinner plate yesterday, I don't dare to ask you to help me anymore!" Dinner plate? What's going on?
The corners of Zhu Ling's eyes twitched slightly, and she smiled apologetically: "I will be careful. I will never do anything you don't let me do. I just want to go there with you and help you carry something."
Su Po's voice became even colder: "No, outsiders are not allowed in our ancestral hall."
The players looked at each other and saw consideration in their eyes.
The "ancestral hall" is clearly written on the map as a place that needs to be explored, but Su Po apparently does not allow players to go there.
It seems that we must go to this ancestral hall, but we have to avoid the NPC.
After Su Po left, Yang Yundong exhaled and said: "Let's go to the village chief's house first to settle the matter of the sacred meat, and then go to the village history museum to see if we can find the background story of this copy. . Go to the ancestral hall last to avoid bumping into Su Po.”
He said, looking around at everyone: "Everyone has no objections, right?"
The second rule requires players to "plan their own travel routes." Yang Yundong is undoubtedly taking this step.
The players all know this and agree with it.
“No objection!”
“Listen to Brother Yang!”
There is no doubt that Yang Yundong has now surpassed Zhu Ling and has become the backbone of this eight-person team.
I took a newcomer like Allen out for a night last night, and he came back alive, which is enough to prove his ability; plus he takes the lead in everything he encounters, so everyone is happy to let him lead the team and explore the way. Thunder.
Zhao Feng stood next to Yang Yundong, squinting his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking. Ziss was on the edge of the crowd, just shaded by the shadows under the eaves, and did not attract too much unnecessary attention.
Aware that Zhao Feng had returned to the team, Yang Yundong looked at him in time: "Zhao Feng, where did you go just now? You didn't even come for breakfast."
Zhao Feng had always felt that Yang Yundong was not concerned about his safety. Xin, with a bad tone at this time: "Of course I am thinking of ways to deal with that brat. I have to find meat for it to eat today. You are not in a hurry. I don't want to wait to die."
Yang Yundong frowned and his eyes fell on Zhao Feng's left arm.
The layers of white cloth wrapped around each other are smeared with bright red color, and the faint smell of blood permeates the air. It is self-evident what it is.
Yang Yundong would be a fool if he couldn't figure it out at this point. Thousands of threads were twisted into a chaotic mess. It was very annoying. He touched his pocket and couldn't find the cigarette.
Seeing his silence, Zhao Feng sneered: "You and that kid also need meat? Are you planning to cut yourself or someone else's?"
The air felt stagnant. After a breath, the players signaled each other with their eyes.
The false safety expectations have been shattered, and most people subconsciously follow the path of "cutting other people's flesh".
After all, the risk of injury and reduced mobility caused by cutting one's own flesh will only be greater, and reduced mobility often means death in weird games.
The trust between people is inherently fragile.
Qisi said casually: "This is only the first day. Including Brother Yang, there are three people who have received the task of finding meat for the ghosts. There are still four days, and I don't know how much more meat is needed. ..."
He lowered his eyes, showing just the right amount of hesitation: "If everyone cuts his own flesh, then everyone's mobility will be reduced, and the gains will definitely outweigh the losses, just like we all rely on Brother Yang, no matter what. We can't let him waste his energy in a place like this. I'm afraid the best solution is..."
He did not continue.
After all, the players here have been immersed in the rule of law society for decades, and the universal values that have been established are deeply rooted in the bone marrow and will not be completely wiped out for a while.
Their ideas are huddled in the comfort zone of moral demarcation, and it is difficult to see the unadvocated but practical options in the shadow of the blind zone.
And with just one opportunity, they will gain a new perspective of thinking, a brand new way of looking at problems.
The players all thought of the best plan from Qiss.
It's nothing more than choosing a few people as victims, and keeping the others in top shape to break the situation.
But who would be willing to sacrifice?
Yang Yundong took a deep look at Qisi, and slowly glanced at the other players with his tired eyes: "There are always things that cannot be done. As a human being, you must know that God is watching when people are doing it."
Common truths inevitably pale in comparison to the bizarre game of life and death.
A few players looked disdainful, but they did not dare to refute.
Qisi smiled apologetically: "I made a mistake. Thank you, Brother Yang, for reminding me this time."
Yang Yundong's tired eyes reflected a deep look, but in the end he didn't say much, he just said lightly: "Let's go to the village chief's house first."
There may be only this update today, because I have received a lot of opinions, and I plan to revise the previous article ()
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