Chapter 45: Carnivorous (Seventeen) Ancestral Hall
The players came out of the room one after another. Although most of them had dark circles under their eyes and looked bad, there were no new scars on their bodies.
The situation is very clear. Except for Qi Si and Yang Yundong each living in a separate room last night, everyone else lived in pairs as on the first night.
After seeing Yang Yundong with his left arm broken and half of his body covered in blood, Zhou Yilin wiped the corners of her eyes again, unable to speak a complete sentence, like a frightened bird.
Yang Yundong raised his right hand to press the injury on his left arm, looked around at the four players who came out later, and asked: "Did you encounter any situation last night?"
The players looked at each other.
“No, I have eaten the divine meat, what could happen?”
“I slept from last night until now.”
Everyone’s Their expressions were appropriately confused, and there was no trace of deception at all.
Yang Yundong sighed and said: "Last night, Chang Xu and I both encountered ghosts. If I hadn't accumulated a few life-saving props, I might not be alive today."
He paused and continued: "Please disclose the contents of the travel brochure. I suspect that the clues we each obtained are different."
Maybe Yang Yundong's wounds were too hideous, or maybe his tone was not tolerated. Doubtful, no one raised any objection at this time, and they all went back to their rooms to get the travel brochures.
Qisi stood beside Yang Yundong and collected the travel brochures one by one.
On the title page of the newly collected travel brochure, four lines of poetry are written:
【Don't sit alone in a house, don't be alone in a temple】
[Don't mourn the newly dead ghosts, why cry when the sins are over]
The difference between "one person" and "two people" is completely different, but it leads to completely different results.
If Qiss hadn’t used the tape recorder in time to break the situation, and the Destiny Pocket Watch had set the stage, the players’ camp would have lost numbers again.
Zhang Licai clapped his hands and cursed: "The horizontal line above the 'two' was probably added later. Who is so wicked?"
Zhao Feng looked at Yang Yundong and frowned. Question: "Do you suspect that some of us have done something wrong?"
The answer was very clear, but he had no good intentions to stand up for Yang Yundong before getting Chis's instructions; and Chiss didn't want to make it clear too early.
Yang Yundong's eyes swept over Zhou Yilin and Zhu Ling, and stayed on Zhu Ling for an extra long time.
Zhu Ling noticed it and said with a wry smile: "It's probably a false clue left by a weird game, trying to sow discord. I saw it on the forum a few days ago, saying that some copies will deliberately give people There is interference information..."
Zhang Licai didn't know whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid, and whispered: "No way, if the clues written in black and white are false, can this game continue to be played?"
After all, he did not question Zhu Ling, who obviously had a problem.
It was obvious to the naked eye that Yang Yundong was dying. For the sake of a dying man, offending another "thigh" who was obviously very powerful was not worth the loss.
At this moment, Yang Yundong is already alone.
"The meal is ready, come and eat!" The discussion was interrupted by Su Po's shout.
It’s breakfast time.
Basically, the players had little appetite, and everyone left the table after eating a few mouthfuls of steamed buns.
Seeing others leaving the table, Chiss gave up the idea of continuing to eat, got up and walked towards the door.
Yang Yundong stood alone by the door, with only the shadow of one arm stretched thin and shaky in the morning sun.
Qisi leisurely approached and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, let's cooperate."
Although I can't understand why someone is willing to be a thankless good person, but in the absence of In the case of conflicts of interest, he does not dislike characters like Yang Yundong.
On the contrary, he is happy to create branches outside the unchanging plan, just to see the behavioral choices and endings of these righteous people, so as to add bricks and tiles to future disguises and layouts.
At this moment, he faced Yang Yundong's hawk-like scrutiny and did not shy away: "You should have seen that there are only three days left, and there are only six of us left. There is a high probability that some people are already planning to kill other players to trigger the guarantee. The death toll mechanism. "
"As the de facto leader, the speculators will definitely take the brunt of it in order to cause the chaos they expect. Of course, there is also. I can’t figure out the details.”
“This time, you and I got away with it; next time, we may not be so lucky.”
Use the same situation to create resonance. Isolated context; a portion of generally accepted facts, coupled with appropriate exaggeration, is easily convincing.
Yang Yundong was silent for two seconds and asked: "I will cooperate with you, and then what? Exclude other players first, and then you and Zhao Feng will control me?"
Qisi showed no embarrassment at being exposed, but instead showed off his face: "As expected of Brother Yang, it seems you don't know anything about the conspiracy."
"But so what? Cooperate with me and end it early. At least four people can survive the copy. Survival is always the first priority. Is it really that important what means you use? "
Yang Yundong said in a deep voice: "I can't see through you, but I feel it. Got it, you don’t have any respect for public order and good morals, and you don’t have the bottom line and self-awareness of being a human being. It’s very dangerous for people like you to survive.”
Qisi didn’t refute. She looked at him with a smile: "Brother Yang, let me ask you a question. If there was a terminally ill young man in Eagle County across the ocean and needed your full set of organs to treat him, would you be willing?"
Yang Yundong suddenly raised his eyes and looked into Qisi's eyes, as if he was judging the purpose of his words.
The smile on Qisi's face remained: "If your answer is no, then what position do you have to ask me to give up survival for the so-called bottom line? If your answer is yes, why don't you die for me immediately?"
“Or are you a boring utilitarian who wants to use factors such as location, age, knowledge, and health to measure the value of everyone before deciding whether to sacrifice? Or are you the same person as me? , are all used to deciding whether to save or kill based on their preferences?”
Before carrying out targeted thinking training, few people can separate the confusing things one by one. , specific analysis of specific issues.
Logical traps such as presupposition fallacies, personal appeals, and false dilemmas often fail most people.
As the questions were asked one by one, Yang Yundong's face became more and more ugly, and he was obviously entangled in the paradox carefully woven by Qisi.
Qisi clapped his fingers and said in a calculating tone: "Of course, I believe that you have already preconceivedly placed me in a hostile position. There is a high probability that you are not willing to believe the facts I told you. Then I can discuss the matter and provide you with Several feasible options. ""First, you kill me based on the principle of eliminating harm for the people, and then die according to the procedural justice of the group judgment. As my ally, Zhao Feng will definitely be eliminated soon."
"Second, you go and trade with Zhu Ling. The result will be similar. I promise to eradicate her alliance group. The remaining three people will survive if they are lucky; luck. If not, I will survive. "
"Third, you take away the most innocent Zhang Lizai. There are exactly four people left, two alliance groups, we will survive together. "
Chis tilted his head and expressed a conclusion that was not true or false with a serious analysis attitude: "According to the principle of utilitarianism, the third option has the best economic benefits - do you think that's right?"
Yang Yundong said coldly: "Players in the massacre style who benefit themselves at the expense of others will not regret dying."
"Massacre style" is a general concept. This type of player has a certain anti-social tendency and adheres to an absolute zero-sum thinking. Compared with Win-win cooperation, more willing to kill other players to gain more benefits.
Qisi knew in his heart that the so-called name was just a man-made definition. Killing one person was a sin, and killing tens of thousands of people was a god.
He smiled, his eyebrows crescent: "But life is precious, isn't it? You are not a god, so what qualifications do you have to judge whether your behavior choices are right or wrong?"
Yang Yundong said: " Those who kill should pay with their lives, and those who harm others should also receive retribution.”
As if he didn't hear it, Qis protracted his voice and asked word by word: "So, what is your choice?"
......
Not long after, the players were outside the house. concentrated.
A crisis of confidence has emerged, but everyone is tacitly silent about it.
Still led by Yang Yundong, the six players walked towards the ancestral hall in the direction indicated by the map.
Shallow footprints are etched on the dirt road in the village, dotted with dots of blood that look like paint.
The sun has not yet completely risen above the roof, and under the white sky, dust is flying on the dirt road.
The houses on both sides are dilapidated. The further you go, the more decayed and old they become. Weeds submerged the dilapidated mud walls, and tiny bricks and tiles were scattered in the mud.
The players bypassed the cover of the locust tree and stopped in front of a house.
Arrived at the ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall in Su's Village is tall and beautiful, with two large red lanterns hanging under the eaves. The colors are bright and incompatible with the dilapidated village.
The door pillars and window lattice are exquisitely carved, and even the paint is obviously brand new, but it gives people a cold and forbidding feeling when viewed from a distance.
Zhu Ling frowned and said: "The feng shui of this ancestral hall is very strange. The locust tree planted in front of the door attracts ghosts; the door opens to the east and west, and the ghosts of the dead linger. It seems to be suppressing something."
Zhang Lizai trembled when he was told: "Sister, don't scare me, I don't know anything about Feng Shui..."
While the two were chatting, Qisi had already walked to Yang Yundong. Use the wire to open the lock on the door knocker.
He raised his hand to pull the vermilion door of the ancestral hall. He thought it would take a lot of effort, but he didn't expect that he just pulled the door knocker and the door opened by itself.
It's like being blown open by the wind.
Qisi raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and made a joke that was not funny: "I didn't expect them to be so enthusiastic and eager to invite us in."
Yang Yundong's face looked pale due to blood loss It was too much and looked as gray as dirt, and his figure was slightly swaying, but in the end he did not show any obvious fatigue.
He glanced at Qisi lightly, turned his head and looked forward, and raised his feet to cross the threshold.
Qisi pursed his lips and followed closely.
The interior of the ancestral hall gives people a strong sense of discomfort, as if there are countless pairs of eyes watching the visitors from all angles, without hesitation, which makes people feel uncomfortable all over.
Behind the incense table in the ancestral hall, there are densely packed tablets, stacked up in rows. At a glance, there are probably dozens or hundreds.
No statue of the god was seen, and there was no sign of anything related to the god. The players looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
Qisi thought about the clues he got last night and basically made a judgment.
He saw a wooden barrel placed in front of the incense table, which was exactly the one Su Po was carrying yesterday.
There were only some scraps of meat left in the barrel, and the edge of the barrel was covered with messy tooth marks, which looked like human teeth marks.
The size and angle of the tooth marks are different. You can almost imagine that a group of hungry things, whether human or ghost, swooped up and bit the meat in the barrel from all angles like wild beasts. Regardless, Even accidentally biting wood.
"Plop."
Something dripped onto the ground and formed a sticky puddle.
Zhang Licai followed Qisi closely and looked up when he heard the sound. After seeing the thing above his head clearly, he took a deep breath and made a "ho ho" sound in his throat.
I saw human faces of different sizes neatly arranged on the ceiling. The wrinkled skin seemed to turn into bark and fall off at the touch of a touch, but there was a cheerful smile on the corner of the mouth. In this scene, It looked very strange.
Qisi raised his eyes for a moment, then looked away, his eyes lingering among the crowded tablets.
These tablets all start with the word "Su" and have different years of birth, but the same year of death. Without exception, they are the year when the changes in the villagers first occurred.
The records in the village history corresponded to the actual objects in front of him. Qisi felt something in his heart. He took a few steps back and stood by the door, and showed an innocent and harmless smile to Zhou Yilin, who was also standing by the door.
Zhou Yilin looked at her nose, nose, and heart, and carefully leaned to the side, moving him to a more convenient position for walking.
The two of them had a tacit understanding about certain things.
The operation was completed, it was benign, and I still need to have an intravenous drip... I am currently typing with one hand miserably.
(End of this chapter)