Chapter 107 Double Happiness Town (8) Continuous Curse
In the nightmare, Shang Qingbei couldn’t remember how many cycles he had experienced.
Every time he thought he was awake, or ran out of the house, or huddled in bed and continued to pretend to be asleep, the scene around him would always collapse after a while.
He opened his eyes again and again, and every time he saw the exact same ceiling, and Xi'er's terrifying face on the bed next to him.
He ran out the door mechanically over and over again, repeating the process of encountering ghosts disguised as Ziss, escaping, and waking up, and his fear became more and more intense.
[Zhang Sheng was trapped in a nightmare, his body was shattered, and he was in a coma and didn’t know why he came]
The way the crisis will work has been foreshadowed in the story of strange monsters, but the player has never been told the specific solution...
< br>"Shang Siyuan." When he woke up again, Shang Qingbei heard a neutral voice whispering in his ear, saying his real name.
I haven’t heard this name in the game for a long time... Who is it? Why do you know him?
Shang Qingbei suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, but saw nothing.
"You will sleep in an endless dream forever, but I may be able to help you wake up from the nightmare." The voice in the ear whispered to persuade.
Shang Qingbei asked: "Who are you? You said you want to help me, do you need me to pay any price?"
The voice continued on its own: "I will follow the rules I want to help you, but you need to do one thing for me.”
On the system interface, two lines of prompt text refreshed in time.
[Side mission has been refreshed]
[Side mission (optional): Destroy Xi'er's happy event]
Did the side mission actually be triggered? It seems that this cycle is not bad luck, but an important plot where danger and opportunity coexist.
Shang Qingbei knows that completing side tasks can often obtain important clues, and at the same time improve performance points, which is beneficial without any harm.
——Not to mention it is an optional task that can be done or not.
He intended to get more clues, but now he pretended to hesitate: "Why do you want to ruin Xi'er's happy event? She is an orphan. Isn't it good for someone to take care of her after she gets married?"
The voice replied: "Xi'er will be pushed into the well after getting married, and the resentment will be blended into the water to nourish the God of Joy. This is the rule of Shuangxi Town that continues to this day."
Sure enough, a big event happens once every forty-nine years. It's not a good thing to do.
What the voice said was consistent with the usual routine of ghost stories, and also consistent with subconscious psychological expectations. Shang Qingbei chose to believe it without any doubt.
"Okay, I promise you." He said, "Double Happiness Town has to offer sacrifices every forty-nine years, right? Why is this set of rules set?"
Shang Qingbei System has studied the strategy posts in the game forum, and has a vague hunch that he is likely to be the first among the players to crack the world view.
He waited solemnly, and the voice behind his ear burst into laughter: "The rules are the rules."
This was obviously perfunctory. Shang Qingbei wanted to ask more, but he felt something slapped him hard. The back of the head.
He didn't react in time and fell forward.
The world was spinning in front of my eyes, and my whole body seemed to be falling into a bottomless whirlpool, falling and falling...
I don’t know how long it took, but my back hit the ground and I was laid on a hard board. It has a soft mattress, which should be the bed in the east wing.
His eyelids were heavy, and he could only vaguely feel some light, but his consciousness was clear and he could hear the voices of people around him.
First it was Li Yao's voice, filled with the fear of the aftermath: "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was wearing a wedding dress, sitting in the wedding room, and there was a well outside the door. I left When I went out, I saw a woman sitting by the well. She was wearing white clothes and was obviously not human. She asked me to save her. I somehow agreed, and then I found myself lying at the bottom of the well, surrounded by corpses..."
"The fact that you can still wake up means that it was not the point of death. I probably just wanted to tell you something through the dream." It was Qisi's voice, calm and gentle, "By the way, I did it last night too. A dream, I dreamed that you became a ghost and asked me if you were dead or alive."
Li Yao asked: "How did you answer?"
" Living person. There was a hint of smile on the audio, "Combining the boatman's words and the clues we obtained later, we can judge that 'people and ghosts have different paths, and yin and yang have different paths' is the core rule of this dungeon."
"If I say that the ghost pretending to be you is a dead person, I probably won't be able to survive if I stand with her; and what if you really die if I don't follow my words?"
Last sentence The words were joking, but contained concern.
Shang Qingbei closed his eyes and listened, keeping Qisi's analysis in his mind.
——It turned out that it was not just him, but other people also encountered ghosts pretending to be players?
——No, these are just one-sided words from "Qi Wen". The situation Li Yao encountered was different from him!
His thoughts hit a certain violation, and Shang Qingbei finally sat up straight and made a "swish" sound.
The early morning light penetrates the window lattice and casts a cluster of white silk at the foot of the bed. The dust and fibers flying in the air refract the path of the light.
The rest of the people had woken up long ago and had been discussing for a long time. When they heard Shang Qingbei's movements, they all looked at him.
Qisi looked at Shang Qingbei with interest, tapping the edge of the bed with his fingers.
Shang Qingbei also looked at him, cleared his throat, and said word by word: "Qi Wen, I dreamed that you became a ghost last night." Seeing the young man's expression of listening attentively, he continued. Go on: "I had doubts about you from the very beginning, so I asked you if you were a human or a ghost. You told me the words 'weird game', and then I believed you were a player... If the one in the dream If you are really a ghost, how can you know about the existence of weird games?”
The ghost can say the four words "weird game", which is even weirder than the weird game itself; the conventional rules are broken, just like waking up one morning and seeing the sun turn into red eyes.
Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Listening to your tone, you have already preset the answer in your mind, thinking that I have a problem?"
"It's hard for me not to do this when I encounter something like this. Do you doubt me?" Shang Qingbei said in a stiff tone, "I just want a reasonable explanation."
He briefly told the story of last night, focusing on the cycle of dreams within dreams. The sound at the end of the dream and the side quests are omitted.
Even he himself couldn't figure out why he wanted to conceal information that was likely to be important clues.
“Dreams have no logic. The dreams we have are said to be replicas of their own mechanisms, but their essence is still an image generated by the human brain, and its development and direction will be affected by their own thinking.”
Qisi said seriously: "You first thought that I was a human being in the dream, that's why you heard the words 'weird game' from my mouth. Later I guessed that you had already determined in your heart that there was something wrong with me, right? ?”
The lie should not be too rigid, it must be logically consistent and leave enough room for imagination.
In this way, after a loophole appears, the deceived person will make up for it on his own and fill in the loophole.
Qisi lowered his eyes, showing moderate worry and embarrassment: "Shang Qingbei, I don't know why you have such a big opinion against me, but I still hope that you can put aside your prejudices and at least clear this dungeon smoothly first."
"Speaking of which, this dungeon is very weird and gives me a bad premonition. The last time I had this feeling was in my third dungeon..."
Shang Qingbei didn't know many words, so he felt uncomfortable after hearing this tea talk, and argued awkwardly: "What can I say to you? I'm just talking about the matter. Anyone who has had such a dream will... Are you suspicious?”
“No, according to the normal thinking process, you should be suspicious of the copy mechanism, not me.” Qisi turned his eyes to Du Xiaoyu beside him.
Du Xiaoyu understood and helped: "I dreamed last night that you became a ghost, and I didn't even say I would doubt you."
Liu Bingding also said: "What I dreamed about was a ghost disguised as Du Xiaoyu. Well, if you put it this way, the dreams of all of us seem to form a chain. Li Yao dreamed of the ghost in the well, Qi Wen dreamed of Li Yao, and Shang Qingbei dreamed of Qi Article, Du Xiaoyu dreamed of Shang Qingbei..."
Shang Qingbei stopped talking.
Li Yao said hesitantly: "This is a town where weddings are held, but paper money for funerals is everywhere; last night, everyone except me dreamed of a coffin parked outside the house; double happiness in life, One is wedding, the other is funeral... What do you think of the world view of this copy? "
"It's a ghost marriage." Du Xiaoyu blurted out, "Isn't it obvious that there are six or seven Chinese styles? It's a ghost marriage."
"It's unlikely to be a ghost marriage, right?" Liu Bingding shook his head, "According to the statistics of the dungeon topics in the forum, there are no rumors of a ghost marriage in the past thirty-six years. Say, this topic violates a certain taboo and is not allowed by the rules..."
Of course, it couldn't be a ghost marriage. It was obviously a sacrifice in the forty-nine years, sacrificing a certain girl, and nourishing the God of Joy with resentment.
Shang Qingbei silently recited the conclusions drawn from the dream in his heart.
He was hesitant to make this information public.
At first, he was not familiar with the others, and it was thankless to take the initiative to share clues. He showed courtesy for nothing, and was either a traitor or a thief.
Secondly, those people who blindly believe in "Qi Wen" will be wrong if they say too much without evidence. Who knows if they will find him wrong and suspect that he is secretly up to something...
With just such a hesitation, the topic was passed.
Liu Bingding asked: "Are there any new clues on the phone? I remember Xu Wen said that she would send some photos every day."
"I saw them when I got up early in the morning. Mao None, God knows if that NPC is reliable." Du Xiaoyu threw the phone on the bed.
Shang Qingbei was the closest. He grabbed his phone and found that half of the battery was gone as soon as he turned it on.
Obviously it was still full yesterday. According to this usage, how can we survive seven days?
"Why is the electricity used up so fast? Has someone secretly touched the phone?" Shang Qingbei looked at Du Xiaoyu suspiciously.
When Du Xiaoyu was about to have an attack, Qisi, the culprit, spoke at the right time: "We have discussed before that Weird Games strictly controls electronic products such as mobile phones. Even if they appear as props, they will probably be set up and used. Limit. "
"The power corresponds to the time limit, and half of the power will be lost every day. In other words, this prop can only be used for one more day."
Liu Bingding listened on the side. Then, his expression became solemn: "What should we do? If the phone runs out of battery, how will we contact Xu Wen then?"
"So we must collect clues as soon as possible and decipher the worldview." Shang Qingbei lowered his head, Click to browse the mobile photo album.
There are only two photos in it, one is of the soul-crushing coffin that was already there, and the other is the soul-calling bell that Qis took.
——There are really no new clues.
This is illogical. How could the copy be designed like this?
Shang Qingbei felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Turn off the phone first and look at it later. Maybe Xu Wen hasn't had time to send the photos over yet." Qisi said calmly from the side.
He had just quietly deleted a photo an hour ago. At this moment, his face showed no clue, and his expression and tone were extremely sincere: "From the phone call yesterday, Xu Wen's situation seems to be very bad, and there is no chance to send the photo." Maybe?”
Xu Wen, who worked hard to upload the photos but was deleted: ...6.
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