Chapter 89 Hopeless Sea (Twenty) Trick
Angela blinked: "Siqi, didn't you say before..."
"It's a fool." Qisi said straightforwardly. He said, "He is not good at rules and monster dungeons, and is easily held back."
So you just sent him away, right?
Angela just felt that there were too many things to say.
But the current situation is just what she wants. Two people are difficult to deal with and things can easily change, but one person is just fine.
She smiled and said: "Then let's set off. As far as I know, the altar is quite far away."
Qisi nodded with kindness: "Well, you lead the way."
< br>Angela: "As a grown man, it's not good for me, a girl, to lead the way, right? I can show you the way from behind."
Chis: "I am weak."
Angela: ...6.
The coconut grove is lush, but with the clock tower and the hotel as reference points, the location of the altar is not difficult to find.
Neither Angela nor Keith wanted to give their backs to the other, and soon formed a tacit understanding and walked forward side by side.
The two of them were speechless for a long distance, and they could only hear the "rustling" sound of stepping on the sand.
Seemingly embarrassed, Angela started to find something to say: "Siqi, how did you get into the weird game?"
Qiss pretended not to understand: "Didn't each of us pick up the invitation card and then come in for no reason?"
"I'm asking, what wish did you make? Those ignorant and deceived people The consumables brought in by the game will not survive until now." Angela smiled cruelly, "Like me, the first wish I made is to let my family die."
Chisi said to others. I'm not interested in the life experiences I voluntarily reveal. That stuff is no more real than a novel.
But he still asked politely: "Is your family treating you badly?"
Angela sneered: "You ignored me when you were a child, and then you asked me for this and that, They even want to put me in a mental hospital. These disgusting guys are like bed bugs and I can’t find any value in their existence except for their considerable property.”
Qisi raised his eyelids to express his understanding: "My cousin thought so too back then."
"Then how is she now?"
Qisi did not answer and looked up. ahead.
The coconut grove has become sparse at some point, and a white arc can be seen in the distance, which seems to be made of marble.
There are huge fish bones hidden in the forest, crisscrossed and staggered, with different canine teeth. They surround the central stone platform like petals, casting alternating light and shadow.
The altar has arrived.
The huge ground building is lonely and solemn, as if it has long been integrated with the longest life between heaven and earth. It no longer cares about time and space, and it has sunk into a death-like sleep alone.
No one has been here for a long time, but no one will think that it has been idle for too long. It is like an ancient huge creature, waiting patiently and kindly for its people to wake it up.
Qisi felt that his mind had become calmer, and it was difficult for him to make any ripples.
Some kind of call that runs through the entire life seems to be heard between heaven and earth. There are unexplained whispers behind his ears, and he walks step by step towards the center of the altar.
A sudden chill hit his neck. Qisi lowered his head and saw a dagger lying across the side of his neck.
Angela was half a step behind him at some point, holding the dagger firmly on his shoulder.
The girl is no longer as playful and cute as she was before, and her voice is as cold as ice: "If you don't want to die, tell me all the clues you know. What is in the bell tower? What happened to Yuna's lost statue? What's going on?"
Qisi tilted his head and asked: "If I don't agree, you will kill me with this dagger, right?"
"I don't want to. Let you dirty my knife." Angela sneered, "You have entered the scope of the altar. Without my help, you will die here as a sacrifice soon."
Qiss asked: "You have more than a thousand dollars, right?"
"Bingo!" Angela snapped her fingers, "Congratulations, you guessed it right, but unfortunately there is no reward."
"You dare to enter the altar because you are sure that the power of the copy cannot kill you if you have enough money, right?"
"That's right." Angela said, " I don’t believe you have enough money. After all, your life is more valuable than mine, Mr. Noble.”
Qisi sighed leisurely: “Yes, I am a poor man, and it is nothing more than following you here.” Just want to grab some money.”
He said it matter-of-factly, and his tone seemed to be repeating common sense such as "people need to eat and sleep."
Angela was amused, raised the dagger in her hand, and drew a bloody mark on Qis's neck: "Who do you think is robbing whom in this situation?"
Qi Without saying a word, Angela smiled wildly.
Blood drops dripped down the white neck, splashing silently on the white altar.
Countless strands of black smoke flew out from under the stone platform, converging into ghosts with fish heads and human bodies, surrounding Angela and Qiss.
The girl's smile suddenly froze on her face.
"You...what did you do?"
She hurriedly turned her wrist and was about to plunge the dagger down, but two lines of prompts popped up in front of her eyes:
[This copy , you cannot kill players with the identity of "Businessman"]
[Violation of dungeon rules, one warning! A total of three warnings will result in a failed pass! 】
What's going on? "Si Qi" is a businessman? How is that possible?
Angela's face turned pale, and a few wisps of black smoke entangled the dagger in her hand, and she was unable to move for a moment.
The young man who was held hostage by her smiled coldly, with a solemn voice: "How do you know that I didn't crack the world view before you?"
......
About four An hour ago, after placing Liu Yuhan and Zhang Hongfeng in the room, Qisi walked down the stairs holding a tape recorder and a statue of Poseidon, followed by a large number of confused ghosts.
There was no sign of Yuna in the lobby on the first floor, and Qisi walked towards the coast alone.
The bones on the top of the bell tower are good evidence that there are ways to avoid harm from ghosts.
The song is full of belief in survival itself, which is more contagious than the evil god who harms living beings. "We must fight faith with faith." This conclusion is not 100% correct; the lyrics engraved on the top of the bell tower may be a well-intentioned reminder, or it may be a malicious deception.
But if you are unwilling to gamble when there is a chance of failure, then there is no need to try to decipher the worldview.
It turned out that Ziss was right.
With songs, he can run rampant during the hours when he is asked to sleep, so that the ghost transformed by the slave who fell into the sea will not harm him.
But this alone is not enough. Qisi has always been a person who is uneasy with the status quo and has full ambitions.
He is willing to pursue greater benefits while taking the same risks.
He wants to control ghosts for his own use, and the clues in the bell tower just tell him that Yuna has a way to control ghosts.
So he walked through the mist-covered island and stopped at the beach on the coast.
The sky at night is all orange, and the woman in a blue skirt is leaning against the white statue, staring at the sparkling waves on the sea in front of her, as quiet and beautiful as an oil painting.
Qis walked over, handed the Poseidon statue back to Yuna, and said with a smile: "I know you made a certain wish to Poseidon at the cost of the lives of others. Now you are still stuck here. "I don't want to care about your wishes, nor do I want to condemn your behavior, but I can tell you that my companions and I already know what to do." Leaving this island, others don’t know yet.”
Yuna turned around and stared at Zeiss, silently, seeming to become one with the statue.
Chiss looked at her and smiled maliciously: "If I reveal the solution, you will not be able to harvest another life, but this is of no real benefit to me; and as long as I am willing, I can use the layout and Induced, most people will be buried in the ocean."
He paused and changed into the tone of the evil god deceiving believers: "So, let's make a short-term deal with the Poseidon statue in exchange for some of your love for the ghosts. "How about the control?"
...
The moment she was pressed on the altar by the ghosts, Angela was in a mess.
She first rummaged through the bodies of the people killed by Hans, collected a large amount of money, and then took a risk at night to verify that the ghosts could not kill her, and then she dared to trick Qis into coming to the altar...< br>
What exactly went wrong?
"By the way, don't you want to know how my cousin is doing?" Qisi lowered his eyes with a smile on his lips, "She died, and she died miserably."
The smile was obviously very light, but it was full of bloodthirsty. Angela thought of the legendary devil for a moment.
At this moment, she truly realized that death was so close to her.
Angela's thoughts changed rapidly, she pretended to be frightened, and shouted incoherently: "I will give you all my money! I still have points and can transfer props to you...as long as you don't Kill me!”
Ziss lowered his head, looking thoughtful, as if weighing the value of her proposal.
Time passed minute by minute, and just when Angela was almost desperate, Qisi softly uttered two words: "Okay." If you have any information about me, I will let those ghosts spare your life."
Angela breathed a sigh of relief, but with a pitiful expression on her face, she nodded cautiously: "I know I was wrong... When I leave the dungeon, you can do whatever you want to me..."
The blood mist steams in the void and condenses into bright red pages. Golden vines are looming as the embodiment of the rules, and the quill is on the page. The words written in gold were clearly the terms of the contract.
Angela saw a bright red prompt text appearing on the system interface, accompanied by a cold electronic sound and faintly chanting:
[The contract has been signed, and this contract is guaranteed by the rules of the world, and no one can disobey it]
She was shocked: What level of skill is this that can directly affect the system interface, and even touch the supreme rules?
However, with rules as constraints, she should be safe.
After all, "rules cannot be disobeyed," right?
However, the next second, she saw Qisi silently pull out the blade from his bracelet and slash it towards the side of her neck. The action was so firm that it didn't look like an unwarranted threat.
She could no longer maintain her composure and stared at Qiss in fear: "What are you going to do? Killing me will do you no good! If you break the rules, you will die!"
" Have you forgotten? You have enough money, and the ghosts can't kill you." Qisi sighed pretentiously, "The only ones who can kill you are the ghosts, not me. I won’t kill you.”
Blood bloomed on the white neck, and the severe pain and rapid loss of body temperature signaled the approach of death.
Angela was lying on the altar, staring blankly at her blood soaking the white bricks, seeping into the corners along the patterns of the stone platform like a winding stream, turning into blood. of roots.
The roar of the bell tower was vibrating at this moment, rippling away without any melody, far and near, layer upon layer, just like the music suddenly sounded before mass in the church.
Chis bent down and took out the banknotes from Angela's pocket, a total of one thousand eight hundred, plus the nine hundred he had on him, the total was two thousand seven, which was two lives.
He threw ten banknotes on the altar, watched the pages disappear into the air, and then silently put the remaining banknotes into his pocket.
As for the role of banknotes, the tips have always been clear.
The first rule, [Please ensure that you always carry a certain amount of usable money with you], already implies that banknotes are closely related to the player's life.
Later, Yuna said something to the players: "Health, personality, conscience, life...anything that you know can be used in exchange for money can be used as a price."
In other words, life and money are interchangeable.
And "The money you get is in line with your own value" explains the amount of life-buying money corresponding to each identity.
Players will die at the hands of ghosts, but because the initial amount of money they have after paying the rent is no longer enough to buy their lives.
“It’s a word game again.” Qis suddenly understood, and his smile became a little brighter. “As long as you make sure that your money is not wasted, nothing will happen even if you don’t stay in a hotel. But the rules are preset. The premise that "sleeping in a hotel room is safe" leads players to believe that is the only way to guarantee safety. ”
The truth can also deceive people, and incomplete truth is sometimes more terrifying than lies. The weird game undoubtedly has a good grasp of the player's psychology.
Qisi is not a god. No matter how precise the logical deduction is, there will be errors and omissions. No matter how careful the thinking is, it will inadvertently fall into a blind spot.
All he can do is to remain humble at all times and adjust his judgment at any time according to changes in the situation.
At this moment, Qisi stored the experience and lessons into his memory, slowly bent down, and used a blade to cut off the little finger of Angela's right hand.
He quietly looked at the girl's body, squatting aside and waiting for changes.
Time passed by, and the finger seemed to be just an ordinary finger, with no wooden structure and no black ring.
The black-haired young man stretched out his index finger and tapped his chin repeatedly, his eyes gradually narrowed into a narrow line.
(End of this chapter)