Chapter 63 Dialectical Game (8) Recurrence Relationship
Chis counted roughly and found eight corpses in total. They died in different ways, but their appearance was very similar, and they were all dressed like him. Wearing the same white shirt.
He quickly found the loopholes in the design: "If these corpses were clones before me, after three full years, the earliest corpse should have rotted long ago. Not only that, cloning research Many of the hospital's settings are simply untenable. "
Once the most obvious flaws appeared, many feelings of disobedience that had been subconsciously ignored surged up like a tide.
First of all, the attitude of the researchers is inconsistent with common sense.
In a social group, "wolves" and "sheep" maintain a dynamic balance. When some people are doing nothing, there will definitely be others who are proactive. It is impossible for everyone to be carved from the same mold and use the same set of thinking patterns and behavioral logic.
In an institution like the Institute, various positions are subject to change, and personnel are subject to flow and dismissal at any time. It is possible that a certain position will encounter someone who is trying to fish in the water every time. Extremely low.
What's more, even if the whole society is tired of work, when encountering such a novel black technology as "cloning", why should everyone get a little interested, right?
Secondly, the institute is so quiet that it appears false.
Since entering the dungeon, Qiss has not heard other words besides the necessary exchanges.
The entire institute is frivolous, like a peach blossom garden isolated from the world, completely unable to see the changes in the social environment and natural environment; the researchers are also like dummies, with only a work identity and no life of their own. .
In the end, Jin Yusheng’s attitude was too rational.
In order to save communication costs, I directly told him what happened in the past three years; after he provoked me with words, I believed what he said without much questioning; and later, without hesitation, I I took the steps he handed me.
Everything is too logical. At first glance, it seems that Qisi has grasped the opponent's mentality, but when you think about it carefully, it looks like a trap.
Using interests to measure the relationship between people is something only Qisi can do. In this world, there are only a few people like him...
"As expected, I'm still in the copy." Qisi covered his face and laughed softly.
Although he is good at playing with people's hearts, he has never been able to understand human emotions. Trust, kindness, sacrifice, friendship and other positive qualities that are highly praised by others are all things that can be calculated in his opinion.
This may not be a kind of arrogance. Weird Game undoubtedly took advantage of this and guided him to continue to act in his own way.
And he didn't notice anything unusual until now.
“The childish question and answer game, the game model that eliminates all interfering factors, and the development of things that are completely in line with my plan are obviously just for a certain answer, a set of armchair questions. But because of my thinking, Inertia, not a trace of doubt.”
"This dungeon pursues rationality too much. Every time I find something suspicious, someone comes out and provides an explanation. The problem is, the reality is ridiculous, how can there be so many just right explanations?"
< br>Qisi reviewed in his mind the various experiences of entering the dungeon, and did not forget to laugh at himself from beginning to end.
He always prides himself on having bad luck, but in this copy, if he hadn’t happened to move at night and saw the bloody handprints, he might not have been able to detect the abnormality so early, and he might have been kept in the dark until the end. Drum.
It seems that his luck is not as bad as imagined.
“Through a series of pseudo-concepts that led me into pre-designed logic, and then used acquaintances in life to disrupt the rhythm of my reasoning, I was almost deceived... It should be said that the evil god was right Is the aesthetic of the copy really good? ”
The system interface still did not appear, but Qisi guessed that the main mission would most likely involve him walking along the dim corridor in front of him to the end.
The dungeon has only been open for a day, and many places have not been searched. Qiss can’t figure out how a research institute full of technology can be connected to a long corridor full of mystery.
——He needs more clues.
"If I just clear the level like this, I'm afraid the completion level of the dungeon will be very low. The remaining time should be enough for me to search this place and improve the completion level, right?" Qisi was thinking about it, and he always felt that if he did it again this time, After clearing the level in a daze, there is a high probability that the evil god will not be as kind as the time in the "Carnivore" copy, helping him to manually modify the evaluation level.
A rating below S is absolute torture for a perfectionist.
In order to prevent himself from feeling uncomfortable whenever he thought about it in the future, Qisi decisively took a few steps back and exited the mist-filled corridor.
He walked all the way to the dean's office, picked the door locks of the rooms along the way, and went in to search.
The layout of these rooms is exactly the same as the observation room. The white walls are not stained by dust, and empty hospital beds are placed in the center.
Every ward is as clean as if it has been visited by thieves, there is not even a piece of iron.
The uninvited guest who was originally going to pluck the feathers of the goose found nothing. Qi Si stood helplessly at the door of the dean's office and skillfully picked the door lock.
There was no one around, so he turned on the light, went straight to the desk under the pale light, and opened the drawer.
——There is nothing inside.
It was Qisi who was stunned for ten seconds when faced with this situation.
He really wanted to ask the designer: "Do you know how to make games? Where are the clues? How come there are no clues in the drawer?"
When things developed here, Qiss almost replied It’s too much.
The research institute scene should only be the first level of this dungeon. No matter how much you search, you won't be able to find any clues. I'm afraid you have to go to new scenes to get more clues.
He turned back to the corridor where the corpses were parked and dived into the mist.
This time, he slowed down, bent down one by one, and opened the cuffs of each corpse.
On the sleeve of each corpse, there is a huge "9" written in red pen, which is exactly the same as what is written on his sleeve. Qisi walked over and inspected the sleeves of the corpses lying on the ground. The number "9" in each one was extremely eye-catching.
All corpses are numbered "9"!
A hoarse and low voice sounded above the head:
[Come here, I believe you have figured out everything]
[Countless different choices lead to countless ways The ending, your choices are always the same in different worlds]
[Thousands of people in parallel time and space may deviate from the original route, but the same disease will always lead you to the same node]< br>
[You have entered a weird game and are trapped here, replaying the ending of death over and over again]
The negative sentences convey an atmosphere of pessimism, and are also like curses and prophecies about the final outcome.
If Qisi realized something, he shook his head and sighed seriously: "Sure enough, the information I was given before was all false information. It made me think that I was the most special one, and led me to this point in my self-righteous way."
"Actually, I am just an insignificant link in countless cycles, an aspect of parallel time and space, no different from the first eight seniors——"
"We are all 'me' ', are all Qisi."
Zeiss thought of the bloody handprints on the walls of the institute. They extended forward alternately, guiding him in the direction.
He is indeed a selfish person. Even if he faces himself, he cannot give up any benefit. But when facing death, he may not leave a hint to allow another individual with his own memory to survive.
“In my opinion, what determines who I am is my memory and behavioral patterns. A being who has all my memories and will make the same choices in the same situation, regardless of appearance, can It’s me.”
“In the struggle for survival, I will not hold back on myself, but after I have to die, I am willing to let an individual who inherits my will continue to exist in the world according to me. Committing crimes as you wish will bring disaster."
【Do you want to continue moving forward? 】
[Now, you have one last chance to make a choice: Do you want to leave the weird game? 】
【Leave at this time, you will be reborn and stay away from weirdness and fear】
The voice above your head is tempting, and the tone is familiar.
The clues were now connected. Qisi suddenly understood something and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"There is still room for regret. Is this special treatment for me?" He touched his face with a bright smile, "It's a pity that I don't want to regret it."
The third dungeon is a hurdle that screens players from all angles and eliminates those who are not suitable for the weird game.
Those who are not strong-minded and give up halfway will surely turn their corpses into nourishing and strange food.
"I never had any other choice." Qisi looked at the corpses covering the road ahead, and the smile on his face faded.
He stepped forward step by step, stepping over "his" body on the ground.
“Leave the weird game and wait until the disease is serious enough to die in obscurity; or have better luck and survive and become an instinctive animal that cannot even eat, drink and relieve itself?”
"It is absolutely painful and boring to wait for the end when the ending is known. I might as well die in the game, at least I can get excitement, fun and anticipation before I die."
"You said that I have made the same choice at this node in thousands of parallel time and spaces... So this time, I also choose to believe in my own judgment."
Qisi He raised his hand and pointed forward casually, his eyes passing over the corpses: "You see, this is a recursive relationship. The road 'I' walked before death became longer and longer."
" Does this mean that as long as I continue on this path, there will always be a parallel time and space where I can reach the end?"
Qisi stepped over the last corpse, slowly bent down, and stretched out his two slender fingers. He reached into the corpse's pocket and pulled out a key.
He put the keys in his pocket and suddenly raised his eyes.
In the thick fog in front of me, a copper door engraved with strange patterns loomed in front of me.
Looking at the lock on the door that obviously matched the key in his hand, Qisi smiled crookedly: "That's great. It seems that I am lucky enough to reach the end in this parallel time and space."
He stood quietly by the door for a moment, savoring what happened in the copy. Half satisfied and half reluctant, he inserted the key in his hand into the keyhole and turned it to the right with a "click".
The door opened, and the inside was filled with black mist, with wisps of mist curling up. It was difficult to see clearly the layout behind the clouds and smoke from the outside.
Qisi knew that he could not relax until the last moment. He stopped outside the door, picked up the body at his feet and threw it in.
The body hit the ground hard, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust, but otherwise nothing happened.
There was no ambush, no danger, it was eerily calm.
Qisi looked back at the seven remaining corpses behind him and touched his chin, wondering: Should I try throwing a few more bodies in?
Before he picked up the second body, a voice came from the door: "Don't waste time, come in."
——It's his own voice!
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