Chapter 133 Grand Performance (4) "The Decameron"
Chisi remembered that he once had a true friend.
That was eleven years ago. There was a silly kid who happened to be sitting at the same table with him. He happened to have no friends like him, so he naturally approached him, sharing snacks, chatting and joking with him. Laughing and playing around.
Chisi was only eleven years old at that time. Although he was no longer a normal person, at least he had not done anything illegal or criminal.
He was used to sitting quietly in a corner, flipping through some bloody and dark forbidden books, imagining the misery of the characters in the books, until his pale face turned red and his breathing became rapid.
The "friend" could not understand his hobbies, but still sat beside him, reading and watching with difficulty and panic, trying to understand his excitement and joy.
“Qisi, why do you always look at these things?” One time, a “friend” asked Qisi.
“I’m choosing a way to die for myself,” Ziss said.
He held a book explaining the relationship between love and appetite without raising his head: "I have always been curious about how I will die and where I will go after death."
The "friend" was stunned: "You are only eleven years old, why do you have to think about these things?"
"Because it's boring." Zis said, "This world seems to be programmed. Everyone and everything has fixed behavior patterns. Happiness, anger, sorrow and joy can be accurately measured, but I have nothing."
“Then how do you know that the world after death is not boring?”
“I don’t know, but it is like a blind box, at least there is a certain chance that it will be interesting.”
< br>The "friend" was stunned for a long time, and suddenly started telling some irrelevant jokes.
Qisi knew that his "friend" wanted to cheer him up, and according to the established rules, he should understand and support him.
So he closed the book, listened to the boring jokes quietly, showed an exaggerated fake smile, and then told some more boring jokes to respond.
At that time, he never told his "friends" that he had thought of killing more than once.
In the ignorant impression of childhood, there was always a voice at the bottom of his mind tempting him, saying that missing emotions can be stimulated by the stimulation of killing, pale memories can be colored with the blood of the dead, and the barren heart should There lived a crazy beast...
But he told the voice that his "friend" was such a well-behaved person. If he knew that he had become a murderer, he would not know how long he would be talking about him.
If nothing else happens, Zeiss may try to pretend to be a normal person, and gradually become accustomed to this false mediocrity, letting the hidden desires in his heart fade away as time goes by.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. One day, some children who had nothing to do discovered his weirdness and naturally started playing a game of beating monsters.
"Zis is evil and we must defeat him." This is what the children said.
After they said, "We will beat anyone who plays with Zeiss again." His only "friend" became afraid and hid far away every time he saw him, as if avoiding the plague. Or a beast.
Even, at the call of the children, the "friends" began to spit and throw mud at him.
When the "friend" deliberately tore up his book again, his empty emotional palace was finally woven with a touch of human emotion.
Sadness, pain, or anger, in short, it was an extremely negative feeling that could not be rejected and constituted his initial understanding of emotions.
In order not to be looked at with hatred by his "friends", he could only close the eyes belonging to his "friends" forever.
Since childhood, he has been a child with strong hands-on skills. It is not difficult for him to kill a peer, but the subsequent troubles really make him feel sick to his stomach.
His parents were still alive at that time, so of course he couldn't take the body back; if it was left outside, there would be a risk of it smelling rotting and being discovered by the Public Security Bureau.
He had no choice but to eat his silly "friend" in one bite, eating it cleanly and filling him up.
——It was not delicious at all and he never wanted to eat it again.
......
Thinking touches the gray area in memory, setting off waves of dust and haze.
Qisi pursed his lips, looked at everyone’s expressions, and basically confirmed his previous guess.
The details he mentioned were completely consistent with the manner of death of the deceased, but no one identified him. There is only one possibility - the corpses the players saw were different.
Zeiss looked at Charlie and asked politely: "Can we take a break and exchange details about the corpse?"
"Of course!" Charlie's cheerful laughter was muffled under the mask. rang, "It seems that Mr. No. 1 has discovered the foreshadowing I left! Very good, very dramatic!"
As soon as these words came out, the players no longer bothered to dwell on Qisi's bloody self-narration.
The prompt is not unclear.
Dong Xiwen murmured: "The corpse I saw was that of a young boy. He had multiple fractures on his body and his brain was flowing all over his face."
"No, that's not what I saw." He Hui said with a pale face, "What I saw was a fat man..."
Qisi smiled and held his chin with his hand. He tapped his chin one after another: "Do you guys still remember the pre-hint? 'Everyone of us is guilty', there is not necessarily only one murderer."
"I understand, each of us is guilty." He's the murderer, and everyone he saw was the first person he killed." Hansen had a grin on his face, "You guys are so good at pretending. If Zhou Ke hadn't pointed it out, would you have considered me a murderer? , Let me die?”
No one admits or denies it, the answer is very clear and no further discussion is needed.
Charlie said that the truth is not important, as long as one person is cast out, even if there are indirect consequences if the wrong cast is made, it is better than being cast out and executed. "We can all abstain, but we didn't say we had to vote." Dong Xiwen muttered softly.
Charlie heard this and added with a smile: "If your votes are the same, then everyone will be executed! I have designed an artistic death method for each of you, and each of you is guilty. , it’s all worth trying!”
Dong Xiwen’s eyes widened: “But we are all murderers, how can we vote for each other and then commit suicide together?”
No one picked up the fight.
When everyone is a murderer, anyone can vote, so the most economical choice must be to select a victim and everyone will vote him out together.
Cynthia pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Since we are all murderers, there is no need to consider the truth. I think we will know who to choose after Charlie asks the third question."
< br>Everyone looked at Charlie.
In full view of the public, the puppet-like NPC trembled exaggeratedly and burst out into a burst of crazy laughter: "The third question, what is your profession and contribution? Maybe someone of value can contribute. If you survive, you don’t have to die—maybe!”
Assess the value of life, and determine life and death based on value. It's this utilitarianism that divides people into three, six or nine classes again.
Chisi thought of the two endings of "Double Happiness" for no reason -
"Sacrificial victim" and "ending disaster".
What is the attitude of Weird Games towards this kind of moral kidnapping that sacrifices one person to fulfill the majority?
Enjoying the success, or watching with cold eyes?
Cynthia clasped her hands and spoke solemnly: "I am the governor of the Federal District of Silesia. If you often pay attention to the social situation, you should know that I have promoted the federation to improve the medical insurance system and pay attention to the rights of vulnerable groups. For six years I also went to the front line to provide rescue during the strange fire that swept the world."
"If I can leave this instance alive, I will continue to seek the welfare of all mankind and continue to do what I have been doing. - Fight for women’s rights so that all girls can grow up in peace, happiness, equality and safety.”
Qisi understood that Cynthia's words were aimed at He Hui, and they were of the same nature as his previous kindness to Dong Xiwen.
A vote involving life and death will inevitably not satisfy everyone. It only needs to win the support of some people.
“I don’t believe a word you politicians say! Who can sit in that position without a few dirty things?” Hansen interrupted Cynthia with a sneer, “I am a loan shark. As you may have guessed, I have never done many good things in my life, including murder and arson.”
“I don’t think you will believe me if I say I won’t lend money again. But I can promise you, wait. When I leave this copy, I will destroy the IOUs in my hand and let those old renegades go. You should also know that which one is easier to fulfill is my promise or the old woman’s empty check.”
After Hansen finished speaking, he folded his arms and leaned back on the chair, with a "you guys have to figure it out" look on his face.
After these two people's speeches, the order of answers has been messed up.
Dong Xiwen simply spoke for the third time: "I hope to survive, because I still have things I want to do. But if I must die here, then so be it, someone will always have to sacrifice. . But I feel that no crime should sit on this table and be judged in such a ridiculous way."
"I don't know how to answer Charlie's question. , and I have not made any contributions, but I will try my best to be a kind and upright person. If one day I can change the old order, I can guarantee that within my power, I will no longer oppress others. "
"This may sound too idealistic and a bit false, but I still hope you can believe me. Maybe as long as everyone is more idealistic, the world will change..."
His words came to an abrupt end because Qisi suddenly looked at He Hui and said weakly: "I remember that Dong Xiwen is not the only one among us who has no job."
Hehui nodded slightly: "Yes, I am still in high school. But I can promise that I will never do bad things in the future. I have no choice but to commit crimes. If I couldn't bear it, I would not choose to kill..."
Her voice became softer and softer, becoming increasingly inaudible.
Qisi interrupted Dong Xiwen, mainly because he was afraid that this guy would continue to copy the Jiuzhou Guild's promotional materials and give a long speech.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of a question and looked around everyone with a smile: "In your opinion, how should human value be defined? Sin and value cannot be quantified into specific numerical values, nor can there be any difference between the two. By doing simple addition and subtraction, how should one judge whether a person deserves to die?"
Seeing the players sinking into thought, he continued slowly: "It is even more illusory to talk about contribution to the world. In addition to humans, this world also includes lower animals, plants, microorganisms, and inanimate objects. From the perspective of nature as a whole, the growth and prosperity of human populations may be a devastating disaster for other creatures..."
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"Are you an animal rights activist or an environmentalist?" Cynthia asked calmly.
"No, I'm just curious about the perspective from which the so-called 'contribution' should be judged." Zeiss glanced sideways at Charlie, his eyebrows calm, "In the eyes of NPCs and other weird people, the greatest contribution of mankind is Perhaps it is self-destruction; in the eyes of ordinary people, the greatest contribution of others is to solve their problems of food, clothing, housing and transportation; in the eyes of politicians with a long-term vision, developing science and technology and exploring the future are the most meaningful things..."
"What are you going to say?" Hansen said impatiently, "We are all human beings, do you still want to think about the problem from a weird perspective?"
Chis looked at him and narrowed his eyes. He smiled: "I just think it's meaningless to think about contribution outside of this dungeon. Who can control what you will do after you return to reality? Hansen, if you die in this dungeon, you will not be able to collect the loans you gave out. I'm afraid it will take a lot of trouble to come back, right?"
Hansen snorted: "Even if I die, as long as those IOUs are still there, someone will collect the debt."
Ziss ignored him and continued: "I am a taxidermist. The contribution I can make is to analyze the situation rationally and not to do things that harm the collective interests out of stupidity and cowardice."
"I I will vote for Hansen. He is the only one among us who is good at using force. Judging from the first two questions, his IQ is not very high. We cannot rule out the possibility that he will use force to accompany us in the future. The possibility of him doing stupid things together. I think this unstable factor must be eliminated in the early stage."
Speaking of this, Qisi thought of Chang Xu and the guy who "blowed up the tram." "Answer.
All kinds of doctrines are nothing but false propositions that will be crushed by absolute strength.
It is actually not difficult to make the debate over doctrine play a leading role in the situation. You just need to use the rules to eliminate those with absolute strength.
Zeiss tapped his index finger on the table and said in a joking tone: "Throw the stupid idiot out of the door so that we 'civilized people' can sit down and talk quietly, right?"
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[Note] "The Decameron" is a collection of short stories written by the Italian writer Giovanni Boccaccio. It tells the story of 10 men and women living together in the countryside during the plague epidemic in Florence, Italy. They took refuge in a villa, and each person told a story every day. They stayed there for 10 days and told a hundred stories. This work embodies humanistic ideas, pays attention to and promotes human values.
(End of this chapter)