Chapter 77 Hopeless Sea (8) Hesitation-Hesitation
Qisi opened his eyes and saw a gray sky.
Under the sky is a row of dark yellow European-style buildings, made of alternating wood and stone bricks. The houses are very close to each other and are clustered together so tightly that no light leaks out. The religious murals and shrines are bathed in shadows, adding a sense of depression and gloom.
Ragged men and women walked between the arches. They were all Caucasian faces with high noses and deep eyes. Their expressions were solemn and almost expressionless. Their gray faces looked like ghosts from a distance.
Sis was sitting on the steps in front of a small wooden house. He lowered his head and saw dead fish thrown randomly on both sides of the door.
The scales and fish blood were trampled into mud by the people coming and going, smeared stickyly on the ground, making it extremely dirty.
Qiss frowned and found that he did not smell the bloody smell as he imagined.
Then he realized that he was dreaming.
He stood up in no hurry and lazily held his chin with his hand, analyzing the current situation.
“According to the principles of the Gunner game, the first person to be treated should be Lu Li. According to the saying of picking the weakest persimmons, I don’t believe I am the only newcomer who has just become an official player. Besides that I probably didn’t do anything special. If something would happen if I drank that bowl of soothing soup, Chang Xu also drank it and died together..."
There was a "squeak" of the door opening behind his ears, interrupting Qisi's thoughts.
He turned his head in response and saw Chang Xu, dressed in black, standing expressionlessly in the doorframe, his eyes vacant, as if he couldn't understand the situation.
…That’s okay.
Qisi was silent for two seconds, then took the lead and said with a smile: "Brother Chang, what a coincidence, you are here too. You are more experienced than me, what do you think this is?"
Chang Xu tilted his head and glanced at Qisi, said "Hmm", then turned his head back and sat down on the steps.
Qisi was slightly startled.
A guess flashed through his mind. He tentatively stretched out his hand in front of Chang Xu and waved it, but received no response.
Chang Xu stared blankly ahead from beginning to end, his consciousness not clear to the naked eye.
"Could it be that... I am the only one who can stay awake in dreams?"
Qisi made a judgment and thought of many interesting ways to play in an instant.
He approached Chang Xu with evil intentions and asked in a very soft and slow voice: "What's your name?"
Chang Xu was a little confused. This man obviously seemed to know him, why did he do this? ask. But he still answered: "Chang Xu."
Qisi asked again: "Gender?"
With the first question as a foreshadowing, Chang Xu answered naturally: "Male."
"Age?"
"Twenty-five."
"Where are you from?"
"Jiangcheng."
Use a series of irrelevant questions to relax the vigilance of the person being questioned, and then quietly Whispering around to the key point is a common hypnotic technique.
Qisi’s tone remained unchanged and he said with a smile: “What a coincidence, I am also from Jiangcheng. Where do you live?”
Chang Xu's eyelashes trembled slightly: "I can't say."
"Why can't you say? Let me guess, your identity is most likely very special, and you are not the policeman you claim to be... You work in the confidentiality department, Really?" Qisi stared at Chang Xu's face without blinking, observing his state, "I know that the Federation has noticed the existence of strange games and has set up corresponding agencies. You work for the Federation, right? "?"
"I can't say it, I just can't say it." Chang Xu's speaking speed became faster, and his eyelids trembled violently, looking like he would wake up at any time.
Qisi realized that he could not ask any more questions and decisively changed the subject: "What is your relationship with the deceased in the copy of "Carnivore"?"
Chang Xu calmed down: "Uncle Yang I once met a friend of mine, who can be regarded as a colleague. ”
"I see."
Qisi firmly decided to hide the matter that killed Yang Yundong, and asked calmly: "Since he is your friend's colleague, he should have heard your friend mention you. Well, I don’t know your name?”
Chang Xu said: “I didn’t have a name for a long time.”
“…”
Behind. The door opened again, Liu Yuhan walked out with her head lowered, and sat down between Qi Si and Chang Xu without saying a word, as if someone owed her five million.
After noticing Qisi's scrutinizing eyes, she raised her dead-white face and stared at Qisi.
Two seconds later, she suddenly grabbed Qisi's sleeve and said word for word: "Go to my dad quickly. If you are late, it will be too late."
... Very good , it seems that this girl is not awake either.
An inductive smile once again appeared on Qisi’s face: “Liu Yuhan, what’s your camp?”
Liu Yuhan: “Abba said, don’t talk to strangers.”< br>
"...You were the one who talked to me first."
"Go find my father quickly."
"..."
Qisi twitched the corners of his eyes, secretly With great force, he pulled the sleeve out of Liu Yuhan's hand.
However, the next second, he felt that the sleeve on the other side was also grabbed.
He turned his head and saw Lu Li appearing out of nowhere, holding his right hand with both hands: "Classmate, please send me a draft of your paper before nine o'clock tomorrow night, and I will revise it for you. You can do it well Get ready, and you must perform well in the seminar next week."
Chis, who has never been to college: "..."
Players appear on the street one after another, starting from their clothes. Even his appearance was incompatible with the surrounding aborigines, but no one felt that there was anything wrong.
Qisi counted, including him, there were thirteen people in total. The backpacker who bargained with Yuna in the evening was nowhere to be seen, and another man who looked a little sinister was also missing.
“Is it because only thirteen people drank the soothing soup?”
While Qiss was thinking about it, all the players who were talking nonsense and talking to themselves suddenly quieted down and lined up in a long queue in an orderly manner, staggering towards one direction.
Qis followed silently, always keeping two steps away from the last person.
The team passed through the arch, turned several corners in the narrow alleys, and merged into the bustling crowd like a stream.
In front of you is an oval square. The slightly sloping terrain allows everyone to look up at the church above.
The tall and majestic spire religious building stands on a high marble platform, towering and steep under the gray sky like a crack cutting through the sky.
People in common clothes and skirts gathered in front of the church, whispering.
“I had that dream again yesterday, with a yellow sky and a yellow sea, and nothing but an isolated island. It’s so scary... I hope the bishop can save us!”
"When I went to sea last month, I heard someone calling my name in the sea. I managed to get back with my life. I can still hear the voice of the evil god from time to time... This must be the curse brought by that damn witch. !”
“The murmurs in the dream are becoming more and more frequent. The island is getting closer and closer to me. The evil god is watching us! Are our prayers not pious enough?”
Chiss probably understood: These people are all believers of a certain religion. They are cursed by some unknown source. They are haunted by the evil gods' whispers and always dream of the scene of the Hopeless Sea.
They gathered here because they wanted to seek help from the so-called "bishop" to solve their problems.
"They dreamed of the Hopeless Sea, and we in the Hopeless Sea dreamed of them. It was really fate." Qisi thought of the allusion of "Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies".
Do players dream and become believers, or do believers dream and become players? This is a question worth thinking about.
“The Bishop is here!”
"God, save us!"
The crowd suddenly became noisy and crawled in one direction.
Qisi looked in their direction and saw the door of the church slowly opening, and a man in red appeared on the high platform.
The man had long black hair and an oriental appearance. The red clothes hanging on his body were in the style of Chinese sacrificial robes.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was full of the aura of a god: "Each of you has sinned, and God is willing to give you a chance to atone for your sins..."
Qisi's expression became strange. He really didn't expect that a certain evil god would be so haunted that he would have the time to play role-playing here.
…and not doing his duty at all, and he didn’t even change his appearance.
The man in red didn’t seem to notice the existence of Qiss at all, and continued talking to himself: “Pay the price you can, in money, flesh and blood, or pain, and I will listen to your prayers. , your wish will come true.”
The believers cheered, stood up one after another, and rushed to the high platform. The players all followed suit, with the same enthusiasm in their eyes.
Qisi mingled among the crowd, walked up to the high platform step by step, and stopped in front of the man in red, with a half-smiling look on his face: "Your Excellency Evil God, you just broke free and ran around. You are not afraid of being disciplined again." Exile once? ”
No response. The man in red always looked at the crowd below with compassion, a playful smile on his lips.
Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly and stretched out his hand to touch Him, but his fingers slipped out of His body, as if passing through an invisible shadow and unable to reach their destination.
The identity card in the upper right corner of his sight trembled, and the shadow of a bloody card appeared on the man in red.
This is undoubtedly a main card. On the card, a bishop dressed in red lowered his scarlet eyes, holding a black cross in both hands, facing the dark crowd in the audience.
[Identity Card: Scarlet Priest]
[Effect: It will be easier for you to gain the faith of other beings in you and transform faith into your own power]
It looks very powerful, I really want it...
Qisi For a moment, I felt that my [Humanoid Evil] card pales in comparison.
Instead of trading with evil gods and seeking skin from tigers, it is better to ascend to the throne of God and harvest faith...
Pray to yourself, respond to yourself, and control your own destiny until you gain status and strength and become a The real God...
Zeiss realized that this would be an important bargaining chip in the game with the evil god, shaking the balance of the situation.
He raised his hand to grab the newly appeared card, but the card only flashed twice and disappeared, replaced by a line of bloody text:
[This copy does not support Playing, the identity card cannot be unlocked]
Chisi: "..."
Under the high platform, believers lined up in front of a copper donation box, muttering "But I wish I would not be watched by evil gods." Little did they know that the biggest evil god was watching them on the stage.
They prayed devoutly, then put gold coins into the donation box, or cut their arms and dripped blood.
Using extreme faith to fight against the evil gods’ ravings, I don’t know whether to fight fire with fire, hedging risks, or just emerging from the dragon’s pond and entering the tiger’s den again.
After a while, the players lined up and walked to the donation box.
Different from the believers, after approaching the donation box, thick black smoke erupted from the players and poured into the man in red.
Qisi naturally recognized what the black smoke was, and murmured to himself with empty eyes: "Weird Games really never misses any opportunity to collect sins..."
"Weird game?" Chang Xu's confused voice sounded in his ears.
For some reason, this guy didn't keep up with the large army. Instead, he floated next to Qis like a ghost, just like the follower pendant in some mobile games.
Qisi asked: "Aren't you going to donate?"
Chang Xu said: "I have no wish."
"How can there be no wish? It's just a person. There will be wishes, for example, my wish is-" Ziska was stunned.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't quite explain what his wish was.
When he was sixteen years old, Qiss was buried alive once by a group of "righteous youths" who noticed his disaster attributes.
They dug a pit, put the unconscious Zis in, poured cold soil on his face, and then covered it with thatch and broken bricks.
They hate Zeiss as much as they hate a mouse or a cockroach.
For this filthy creature, people don’t want to get disgusting liquid on their hands and body. It’s best to let it disappear quietly and without blood.
When Qis was about to die, the wingless god came quietly, squatted beside the pit and said to him: "Pray to me and become my believer, and I can grant you a wish."
Qi Si at that time Si told Him silently: "I have no wish."
God said: "You are going to die."
Sis asked Him: "Don't you want me to die?"
God is silent.
Zisi asked again: "Then if I don't pray to you and don't want to be your believer, can you dig me out?"
Chisi did not die that day, and has lived tenaciously until now. .
But he still didn't know what he wanted.
Cure? That's just incidental. If the disease cannot be cured, it is not impossible to choose a good-looking way to die and die early.
Destroy the world? This sounds as false and empty as "My dream is world peace"...
Qiss subconsciously looked at the red-clothed officiant who was standing solemnly and meticulously presiding over the donation ceremony.
He still stood there, but his eyes were directed to a certain place, staring with a smile.
Qisi followed his gaze and saw a little blond girl holding a white ivory statue, squatting quietly in a corner overflowing with smelly water.
She has a sweet face, but there is an ugly fish scale on her throat, which is as monstrous as a curse.
It’s Yuna. To be precise, it was Yuna as a child.
"What is your wish?" Chang Xu waited for a while, but couldn't help asking without waiting for Qisi's next words.
Qiss stared at the statue in Yuna's hand, intuitively thinking that it would be a key prop.
Chang Xu asked: "What is your wish?"
"My wish -" Qisi protracted his voice and suddenly raised his hand to point at Yuna who was huddled in the corner. , "I want the statue in her hand."
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