Chapter 86 Hopeless Sea (Seventeen) Queue
The pus-yellow eyes occupy half of the sky, converging the entire island within the scope of its gaze.
At the moment of sight, countless fragmented thought fragments poured into my mind, almost occupying the original rational thinking and becoming all cognition.
Consciousness was slowly torn apart, and emotions were classified and deposited in layers. Qis felt like his shell was peeled off layer by layer like a shedding snake, leaving only the most fragile body to face the most dangerous situation. Weird horror.
He suddenly gained a perspective looking down from a high place.
He watched helplessly as his body climbed out of bed, walked step by step to the window, and stared at the sea in the distance almost obsessively.
On the sea shrouded in thick fog, fish scale-like shadows floated. The floating corpses of those who had come from afar to pay homage to the gods were prostrate devoutly. The soothing and almost stagnant wind carried distant songs.
Chisi heard himself muttering to himself:
“I really want to go to the beach... I really want to go to the beach...”
[Identity card hiding effect "Lucid Dream" has been triggered and cannot be activated again in this instance]
The evil spirit on the card twisted its tentacles made of black smoke uneasily. Qiss withdrew from the strange hallucination and looked down at himself in a withdrawn state.
The bubble of reason expanded and burst, making a soft "crackling" sound.
The pictures in my mind flew by, and the clues I had sorted out before scrolled and played back in front of my eyes, arranged and reorganized.
Xu Maochun and Gao Musheng respectively correspond to two ways of death... The windows in Xu Maochun's room are wide open...
Variables and reasoning occur and are completed in one second, and the inspiration bursts. In an instant, the free soul poured into his body. Zeiss let the inertia control his elbows and raised his hand to close the window.
This movement almost consumed all his energy. He gasped and leaned back against the center of the window pane, making a muffled sound.
The weird songs stopped abruptly, the weird scenes were blocked out, and there was only a wall between tranquility and terror.
Having partially returned to consciousness, Qisi raised his hand and touched his face, which felt cold to the touch.
He felt the joyful smile on the corners of his lips, expecting that at this moment he must look like a doll with blush on his cheeks.
This association made him laugh from the bottom of his heart, and he had to use his hands to restore the muscles of the lower half of his face.
There was a soft "squeaking" sound from the back, like sharp nails digging into the wooden wall.
The sound brought about tactile synaesthesia, and Qisi felt a faint itching on his back.
The half-centimeter-thick wooden board was as thin as paper for a while, conveying the feeling of rubbing through the fabric. From time to time, there were a few blows in various directions, getting heavier and heavier, as if testing which angle to look at. Easier to knock the window open.
Good news, the first point of death does come from the window. As long as you close the window, you will be safe.
Bad news, the window will be knocked open soon.
Qisi's eyes slowly moved to Chang Xu, who was already asleep on the bed in front of him, and then fell on the bedside table next to him.
He hooked the bedside table to the window with his feet and placed it under the window slit. Then he jumped on the bed in a few steps and dragged the dead Chang Xu down.
In just one second, the window was blown open by the wind again.
Qisi dragged Chang Xu and stared down at the floor, trying not to look at the scene outside the window.
When he was about to reach the window, he directly stood Chang Xu up in front of him.
I have to say that this guy looked thin, but was actually quite heavy to carry. Qisi staggered under the weight and almost fell backwards.
He took small steps to the bedside table that he had placed before, placed Chang Xu in a sitting position on it, and closed the window again. After letting go, Chang Xu's back just pressed against the wooden window - perfect!
Chang Xu closed his eyes tightly and lay against the window like a dead body. The banging sound of "bang bang" sounded outside the window without stopping.
Qisi took a step back, touched his chin and looked at it for a moment, still feeling uneasy.
So, he took out the thin wire from the bracelet, placed it across the side of Chang Xu's neck, and then fixed the other two ends in the wall board.
Rule number two makes it clear that it is safe to sleep in a hotel room.
As long as the window is knocked open, the thin iron wire will cut off Chang Xu's neck, which is contrary to the rules.
Qisi stared at the old wooden window leisurely, smiling maliciously:
"Of course you can continue to try to kill me, but first you need to find a way to avoid hurting this person. Blow open the window when you are sleeping..."
"Rules are supreme, even gods must abide by them - can you afford the price of breaking the rules?"
He sat down on the bed calmly, as if he had already understood the method and the answer.
And this is indeed the case.
The banging sound outside the window stopped, and in the dead silence, you could even hear the ticking sound of the hands of the watch.
Qisi’s fingers tapped the edge of the bed one after another, waiting silently for a long time, but no new changes appeared.
If he realized something, his sarcastic smile had a hint of compassion.
"These are the cold and rigid rules."
A faint sigh filled the night sky. Qiss leaned on the bed and dozed off. He casually took out a small tape recorder from the toolbar and pressed the play button.
[Sister and brother went to grandma's house...]
The crisp children's songs suddenly started playing, and Qisi cut to the next one with no expression on his face.
【Fearing and praying, I only see the sea and the souls who fell into the water...】
The song is melodious, like crying, declaring the purest faith in survival itself.
The distant waves seemed to be surging nearby, and the sound of the roaring tide sounded in my ears.
Qisi took out the strange Poseidon statue from under his pillow and held it in his hand, thinking silently:
"God, what is it?"
......
Regarding the question of what a god is, the fourteen-year-old Zis once had a completely different answer than he does now.
He thought, the sun suddenly fell to the ground in the dark sky, igniting a fierce forest fire, and dimming the stars and the moon - that was God.
Chisi has been an unpleasant child since he was a child. Within a few months of entering junior high school, he was isolated by his classmates because of his weird behavior.
He enjoys leisurely life, often holding dark and bloody books alone, sitting alone in a corner and reading quietly.
Until one day, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat next to him holding a book.
The boy said: "You also like reading mystery novels, and I also like it. Let's be friends."
In fact, Qisi has never liked reading mystery novels, but the book he is holding is called " The Devils of Dartmoor book happens to have a speculative flavor.
He asked the young man: "They said they would beat anyone who dared to talk to me. Aren't you afraid?"
The young man smiled gently: "I am the monitor, they dare not talk to me. What do I do?”
After that day, the number of isolated people increased from one to two.
Qisi no longer believed in true friendship as early as elementary school, but he was still moved by the young man's self-sacrificial sacrifice.
After accidentally seeing the scars on the young man's body, he said: "I can kill them with you, and it won't leave too many traces."
The young man shook his head: "General There are some things that cannot be done. People are not born to be beasts."
Qisi tilted his head and looked at him: "Then I allow you to kill me, and all the trouble will be over."
The young man laughed and did not answer. Later, Zisi was unexpectedly transferred to a junior high school in the countryside. When they left, he only had time to put a book into the boy's arms——
The Devil on Dartmoor.
……
In the room, Liu Yuhan leaned against the wooden window and stayed awake all night.
The moment she discovered Yuna's secret, she realized that she and Zhang Hongfeng were bound to die, and it was only a matter of time before the final outcome came.
She shouldn't have taken Zhang Hongfeng to the kitchen. Even if there were key clues there, she shouldn't have been so arbitrary and impulsive...
In the past few dungeons, she used the "Ghost Story Notes" skill to crack the secrets of the dungeon again and again. , is so smooth sailing that it underestimates possible dangers.
And now she realizes that as a decision-maker, a mistake will not only cost her life, but also affect many people who believe in her judgment...
But it is too late. Liu Yuhan couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.
At this point, so what if a lesson has been learned? Will she really have a future?
In the past year, she had been too trusting in "wisdom" and "information", thinking that she only needed to have the ability to solve puzzles to survive in the dangerous dungeon.
After gaining points, the first thing she does is never to buy life-saving props, but to designate old dungeons to enter, study puzzles and tricks, and write customs clearance strategies...
In a single voice Didn't she lose herself amidst the compliments from "big boss", and really thought that her personal ability was outstanding and could surpass the copy?
No, to be precise, it is not lost, but a kind of indulgence. Survival is not an easy task. Living is too tiring for her. She doesn’t want to spend too much energy thinking about other things. She even feels that death is not so unacceptable...
But when death is about to come, Nowadays, who can truly accept the silent death calmly?
It was useless to feel sorry for herself. Liu Yuhan forced herself to calm down and immersed herself in writing and drawing in her notebook.
Yuna did not give her a soothing soup. Even if she could fall asleep, she would inevitably wake up in the middle of the night. It was better to use the last time to deduce, maybe she could get key clues and survive the disaster.
She copied on the page over and over again what she had seen and heard since entering the dungeon, even down to the demeanor and behavior of each player, as if she was rushing to fill in the blanks in the test paper and ask for a question in the last half hour of the exam. Poor student in process.
The bell rang, announcing that two more hours had passed.
The countdown to death kept ticking, and it became increasingly difficult for her to concentrate. The memories of the past kept coming up one after another, like the legendary revolving door of what she heard and saw when people were about to die.
She thought of the small town where she lived for the first half of her life. It was dark, dirty, cramped, and depressing.
She thought of the mountains of exercises, the red banners, the train bound for Jiangcheng, and the high-rise buildings on both sides.
She thought of the endless accusations and curses, the fragmented and tangled struggles...
The noise and chaotic pictures were crushed into a ball, and in the mottled color blocks A black metal card was unusually bright. At that time, she reached out and touched it as if possessed, just like she had received the pen from her father many years ago.
【In the weird game, you can get everything you want】
The voice told her so.
She said without hesitation, word by word: "I want a new life."
The clock struck twelve at midnight, and Liu Yuhan heard a voice outside the door. A rustling sound. The sound was far away and near, as if it was wandering in search of something.
The tragic scene of Gao Musheng's body appeared in his mind. Liu Yuhan felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, her teeth couldn't stop chattering, and her face was as pale as paper.
In the face of death, everyone is fragile. She began to regret that she should not have offended Yuna so impulsively, and should not have rashly explored when there were only two of them...
——If you had it to do over again, would you still enter the weird game?
She heard her own voice question quietly.
She nodded, then shook her head: "I don't regret it."
In an instant, the pages of the notebook in front of her were flying, and dark golden writing like embroidery thread was burning on the paper. Rows of red gilt came out.
[Clue analysis in progress...analysis progress 1%]
The unknown presence outside the door has already locked onto the target, and a small rustling sound stops at the door, and the door panel is rubbed against the door, making a rustling snake sound.
[Analysis progress 37%]
Those things started knocking on the door, and the sounds of "dong dong dong" came and went. It was not a consultation or request for instructions, but more like a temptation and intimidation.
[Analysis progress 61%]
The knocking on the door is getting louder and louder, almost smashing the door. The tribes are trying to break into the room with brute force. The rotten wooden door is already overwhelmed... …
[Analysis progress 96%]
The door was knocked open from the outside, and countless black shadows poured into the room. They were monsters with fish heads and human bodies, dotted with strange fish scales, and dripping with suspicious slime.
At the last moment, Liu Yuhan calmed down, lowered her head and stared at the floating notebook, the illusive golden pen was scribbling on the page.
A strange picture gradually took shape, with a pair of scarlet eyes embedded in the blank darkness, and a pale figure standing under the bloody gaze...
[Analysis progress 100%]
With the last touch, the people in the picture have faces and expressions.
It was clearly a familiar face, but it seemed so unfamiliar at the moment. He smiled jokingly, but his eyes contained the indifference and compassion of a higher creature towards insects and beasts.
"God, save me, the cabin is crowded, corpses and cargo are piled up..."
An ancient song came from outside the corridor, full of noise as if it had been transcribed by a tape recorder, but It can still soothe chaotic emotions and bring a moment of peace.
Liu Yuhan raised her eyes and stared. The half-fish, half-human ghosts that were close at hand seemed to be appeased. They stopped one after another, slowly turned around and listened, and raised their heads towards the place where the singing came from.
They started to move, like a sleepwalker who hears the call from his hometown and follows it in confusion and confusion.
Liu Yuhan followed him out by mistake, maybe because of the guidance of his notes, maybe because the singing voice naturally has some kind of magic power.
She stood in the corridor, her whole body immersed in the dreamlike group thoughts, wrapped up in it, and disturbed by emotions that did not belong to her.
The ghosts have already restrained all their agitation, and are as ignorant as children. They are lined up outside the corridor with shuffling footsteps and water marks.
They have different shapes and crawl together, out of the pursuit of the hope of survival by the dead.
Liu Yuhan's figure was slumped, standing awkwardly among the ghosts, looking ahead.
The young man in a white shirt and black trousers held up an old-fashioned tape recorder with one hand and pressed it down casually with the other hand like the conductor of a band.
"...Give up, give up, there is no hope of going home..."
The song came from the tape recorder.
The young man is surrounded by twisted and terrifying ghosts. He is calm and even indifferent, condescending, without sorrow or joy, and does not care about gain or loss, truth or illusion, alone or in a group.
But at that moment, he truly controlled a person's life and death.
——Like a god.
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Sorry everyone, this chapter has been stuck for a long time. The following are the reasons (explanations): First, I was about to get a big job, so I wanted to create a famous scene; second, I had some doubts about the handling of the role of Liu Yuhan, so I went to the Tieba forum for consultation. After a round of opinions, it has finally been finalized; thirdly, this chapter has pictures. I have been waiting for the artist to finish drawing, but I didn’t expect that the artist is also a procrastinator and has not touched a single stroke until now (this is the legendary bird of feathers flock together) ? )...The writing will (should) go more smoothly next, and the most difficult part is over, cough cough cough.
(End of this chapter)