Chapter 170 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (15) "Irreversible Oblivion"
"That kind of writing is dead. Probably no one can read it except the ghosts of the aborigines."
In the Memorial Hall of the Aboriginal Victims, a female tour guide in black held up a small red flag and waved at a huge cement wall covered with strange patterns.
Chang Xu then realized that those messy ghostly symbols were all words.
The female tour guide turned around and looked at the two players following her with a smile: "Your application form says that you want to read the surviving documents belonging to the aborigines. I I'm afraid I have to pour cold water on you - no one can understand what is written on it. ”
Oh, it turns out that the players are here to read the literature...
Chang Xu listened absently and looked at Qisi's portrait on the wall in the distance again.
Qiss is also in this copy. Although he doesn’t know whether he is dead or alive, the previous message alone is enough to alert him.
The feeling of being penetrated by Poseidon's scepter is still unforgettable. It was like being smashed from the inside out, and powder was scattered from the wound to the surrounding areas.
At that time, when he was about to die, he woke up from the dream of the Hopeless Sea and found that he was soaked in the sea water. There were no scars on his chest, but the remnants of pain were so vivid.
He struggled hard to barely float on the surface of the sea. He raised his head and breathed hard while holding on to read the ending. After three minutes passed and the copy was transmitted, he finally fell into coma.
After finally saving his life, although he knew rationally that "you shouldn't hate the tool, but the person who uses the tool", Chang Xu's sensibility still couldn't treat Chiss calmly.
What's more, he himself has reviewed the ending of the copy of "Hopeless Sea" several times, and has already reached the same conclusion as the Investigation Bureau:
First, [Poseidon Scepter] is extremely Although the danger did not fall into the hands of the Silas Guild, it was still very worrying to be in the hands of Zeis.
There are doubts about the specific details of Qisi's escape from the control of the puppet master. It is not ruled out that Liu Yuhan, who released the news, was instigated to rebel.
Second, Ziss has a tendency to become a massacre player. Although there is no clear evidence yet, it still cannot be credulous.
Chang Xu has always been accustomed to directly eliminating factors that may threaten his life, and his intuition also told him that Qisi was a great threat to him.
But without direct evidence, he could not attack an innocent person under any circumstances.
What's more, are the words of the Investigation Bureau necessarily true? What standards are used to determine good and evil?
He proposed that excessive live broadcasting might lead to exposure of details, and he applied to turn off the live broadcast during subsequent customs clearance, but was rejected by the Bureau of Investigation.
Those people never trusted him and were monitoring him from beginning to end...
In order not to alert the enemy, he could only continue to pretend to be ignorant.
The whole world was like a ball of green slime composed of lies, wrapping him from beginning to end.
He cannot trust anyone but himself...
A low narration sounded in his ears without warning:
【Your family is deeply troubled by "insomnia", and generations of people have been mired in the pain of being unable to sleep. 】
【You accidentally learned that this disease originated from the curse of the evil god worshiped by the aboriginal people, and the witchcraft to relieve this curse was spread among the aboriginal people. 】
【The culture of the aboriginal people has been cut off. Fortunately, some documents belonging to them survived the disaster and are properly preserved in the memorial hall. 】
【What you need to do is to read the information in these documents to provide clues to solve the family's troubles. 】
At the same time, two lines of silver-white text were refreshed on the system interface:
[The main task has been refreshed]
[Main task: Reading the documents in the memorial hall]
Reading...that is to say, not only do you need to recognize it, but you also need to read it out?
Chang Xu came to his senses and turned his attention to the content of the copy.
Because of a certain teammate, he has a certain understanding of linguistics and knows that learning a language from scratch is not an easy task; and deciphering "dead words" is an even more impossible task.
Moreover, this task always feels incompatible with the tone of the weird game...
Shuo Meng was naturally aware of the weirdness in it, and looked at the tour guide with a smile: "Ms. Medina, we can put the documentation matter later. Come on, the two of us are just trying our luck. Please give us a brief tour of this memorial hall. We will stay here for several days, so we can’t bother you to take us there every day.”
< br>The tour guide smiled and nodded, turned around and walked towards an exhibition hall where skulls were displayed in a glass cabinet. He introduced in a sweet voice: "In the custom of the aborigines, after death, the head is made into a decoration and taken with you, and the soul is sealed in the Among them, knowledge is passed on to future generations. These are the skulls of some children who died in Maple Leaf Boarding School. Legend has it that they were once able to sing and speak..."
...
Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. School, third floor, dormitory No. 10.
Ziss put all the things that could easily arouse suspicion into the props, lay down on the bed at 3:15 on time, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Lidong came back in disgrace. After hearing Qisi's long breathing, he quietly climbed to the upper bunk without raising any suspicion.
At four o'clock, the white light of the flashlight came from a distance. After opening the door, he looked at Qisi's face and completed his bed check.
At six o'clock sharp, the piercing bell rang like crazy for a while, announcing the arrival of a new day.
Ms. Medina's sharp voice boomed in the corridor: "Get up quickly! Don't bring laziness into our school! If you violate the school rules again today, I won't let you go like I did yesterday. ! ”
She doesn't need to remind her of this. No one will forget about matters of life and death. The players did not dare to neglect, and quickly got out of bed, left the room, and gathered in the corridor.
Qisihu stood next to Ms. Medina in a pretentious manner, looking at the listless people.
He noticed that all the male players had dark circles under their eyes and had been awake all night. The female players were in much better condition. Except for Zhang Yiyu who was yawning sleepily, everyone else was still in good spirits. .
It seems that "insomnia" is only contagious among male players for the time being, and the time point was probably when they were taking a shower last night.
But if we count the time, it won’t be long before everyone is infected with the disease.
Even if the female players intentionally take precautions, Zeiss will find a way to put germs into their food.
Germs... Chiss suddenly remembered the poisonous mushrooms he got at the door of the kitchen last night.
He almost forgot about those mushrooms. He didn't think about them until now, which really made him care about them.
But where did he put those mushrooms?
Under the gaze of everyone, Qisi couldn’t help but take out his backpack from the inventory and rummage through it.
I can't find any clues out of thin air, as if a piece of memory has been dug out of my mind.
Signs of forgetfulness appear and become more and more obvious as time goes by; now they are just insignificant details, but when the memory of key clues is also blurred, the puzzle will become Even more difficult...
Ms. Medina looked around at everyone slowly: "Your performance just now was quite satisfactory. It seems that none of you are lazy in bed, which is good! You are already behind. In the next period of time, I hope you can study advanced culture seriously."
Zis noticed that her eyes stayed on the player with dark circles for a longer time, as if she wanted to pass the observation. The expression tells something.
After looking around at everyone’s faces, Ms. Medina suddenly raised her voice: “Which of you stayed up late last night and went to the archives?”
After hearing the first part, half of the players felt excited, and after hearing the second part, most people breathed a sigh of relief.
They all went to the office, and it seemed that they had handled their affairs quite cleanly, and Ms. Medina did not notice them.
I don’t know who the unlucky guy who went to the archives was, and why he was so careless, Ms. Medina saw the clues.
The players still don’t know that last night, Qisi burned the books in the archives and framed Nobuhiro Yamakawa. Some people looked intently, while others carefully moved their eyes to observe the expressions of their companions. Sympathy, half-watching.
Qisi’s expression did not change, he maintained his posture and expression of lowering his head slightly and lowering his eyes, looking extremely innocent.
After half a minute of silence, Ms. Medina suddenly moved and walked towards Qisi with a thump, approaching step by step, like a cat eyeing a mouse. In the dead silence with only the sounds of breathing and footsteps, Zis allowed his consciousness to touch the icon of the Destiny Pocket Watch in the toolbar, ready to activate the effect at any time.
A few seconds were stretched so long, but the woman passed him by the shoulder, stopped in front of Zhang Yiyu, put her wrinkled hand on the girl's shoulder, and spoke word by word She suddenly asked: "Did you go to the archives last night?"
Zhang Yiyu knew that her acting skills were not good, so she expected that her expression showed the flaw.
Originally, she was still harboring some unrealistic luck, but the moment Ms. Medina stood in front of her, the blood in her whole body went cold, and she answered uncontrollably: " Yes, I went to the archives last night."
Ms. Medina looked at the girl's face coldly for a while, suddenly became anxious, and murmured: "It's not you, it's not you, No. 16, you are a good boy..."
In all players Under the puzzled gaze, she left Zhang Yiyu behind, turned towards the stairs, and disappeared around the cold corner.
Only one sentence is left: "No. 47 will go to the kitchen immediately to prepare breakfast, and the rest will go to the cafeteria to wait, read and recite the text before eight o'clock, and eat on time at eight o'clock."
Qisi Looking sideways at the frightened Zhang Yiyu behind her, she caught a glimpse of the latter's rolling throat, which was an obvious sign of hunger.
This is very much like a game-breaking point deliberately set by the dungeon. Stones are deliberately thrown into a calm lake to create splashes and ripples...
Qisi walked through the crowd calmly and quickly went down to the first floor.
He did not rush to the kitchen, but walked to the corner on the left side of the door.
On the dusty wall, there is a wall calendar nailed, the date is [June 2, 1869].
According to the message on the white paper, yesterday was June 1st, and today is of course June 2nd.
The data will be destroyed on June 3, and the players’ time is running out...
What makes Ziss more concerned is that with his usual style, it is impossible to miss this place during the investigation. The specific date was not known until today -
The only possibility is that after obtaining the information, he Forgot...
Furthermore, he seemed to have known that he would forget, so he recorded the information on the page in advance.
But how did he know?
Qisi lowered his head and observed every corner with his eyes.
Everywhere he looked, there were sticky notes stuck to the surface of every object, with various English nouns written in black writing on them: door, wall, floor, calendar, table...
Someone once forgot everything. He used detailed records to fight against amnesia, and once the meaning of the notes was forgotten, these memories maintained by words would be gone forever...
It was impossible for him on the first day. The only reason for failing to notice these details is that after noticing these key points, they irrevocably forgot them...
Chis's breathing became rapid, inexplicably due to fear of the impending doom. , or schadenfreude for those who have suffered misfortune.
He took out a pen from his backpack and wrote a word on the palm of his hand: "Forgetting."
Immediately afterwards, he took out another piece of white paper, wrote a line of text on it, and read it silently: "I want to sign a contract with myself. In this copy, I will, without attracting attention, Record all kinds of information and details about people, things, things I encounter anytime and anywhere."
The golden vines sway in the dark and gloomy palace of thinking, weaving corresponding words.
[The contract has been signed. This contract is guaranteed by the rules of the world and cannot be violated by any existence]
Qisi put away the paper and pen and put on his backpack again.
Soon after, the other players followed Ms. Medina, marched down to the first floor, and turned into the canteen on one side.
Qisi listened to the messy footsteps and walked towards the kitchen along the route in his memory without looking back.
It is already bright, and the maple forest and the tombs on the hills in the distance are clearly visible. The large green areas are densely piled up, which makes people feel suffocating.
In the gap between the broken cement blocks at the door of the kitchen, the mushrooms that Qis had just picked yesterday grew tremblingly again. Overnight, they had grown as long as the palm of their hand, and their green-white umbrella crowns looked like He looked at Qiss like a dead man's eyes.
Qisi also looked at the cluster of mushrooms.
It is said in the records that after the death of an insomniac, the germs will grow into mushrooms in the same place.
In other words, people died here in the kitchen, and they were still patients...
The children who were known to be sick were isolated in the confinement room for the next few days. Even if they died of illness, they died in the confinement room; again here in the kitchen What's going on?
Did they let a certain child out to cook, or... the deceased did not die of illness, but died before isolation?
A human face was slowly outlined on the clustered mushrooms, which gradually gained volume and human shape, rising into a phantom in front of our eyes.
A man with a blurry face was grabbing a brown-skinned little girl by her hair and banging her head against the wall.
The girl cried loudly in words that Ziss couldn't understand, and struggled on all fours, but was restrained by the man, just like a naughty child holding a turtle's shell.
Plasma exploded on the girl's head and quickly flowed all over her face. Her struggles gradually became weaker, her limbs drooped softly, and she lost her voice.
The man then let go of his hand and turned to pick off the girl's pants...
Qisi: "..."
Human beings have different hobbies. He suddenly understood how certain viruses spread.
Fortunately, the eye-catching scene did not last long. It only flashed for two seconds before dissipating into debris and adsorbed on the surface of the mushroom again.
Encountering something like this so early in the morning, Qisi successfully lost his appetite.
He entered the kitchen with an expressionless face, washed the pot and boiled water again and again, then took out his backpack from the item list and started rummaging through it.
He put the poisonous mushrooms he picked at the bottom of his backpack and found them after a little digging.
He threw the mushrooms directly into the pot and smashed them with a spatula.
——Since he has been infected with insomnia, in order to break the bystander effect, he might as well drag everyone into the water and kill everyone together.
Only in this way will players unite and take active actions.
Qisi completed the poisoning with quick hands and feet, without any guilt, and even felt that he had made a considerable contribution to increasing the motivation of his temporary teammates to clear the level.
He strolled to the corner on the right and lowered his gaze.
The place was crowded with large and small mushrooms just like yesterday, and after he blinked, it turned into a pile of tomatoes, potatoes and other vegetables.
Located in the tropics, these vegetables are no longer fresh after being stored for a day, exuding a trace of rotten smell.
Qisi randomly grabbed a few vegetables that were still intact and threw them into the cauldron. He suddenly realized a problem -
The essence of those vegetables was undoubtedly related to mushrooms. Yesterday everyone After all the food was eaten, why didn’t some people get sick in the first place?
The file categorically states that mushrooms contain germs, so there should be no mistake.
Then there is only one possibility...
Zeiss narrowed his eyes: "The mushrooms in the kitchen are a symbol and reminder. The food that the children must eat contains germs, and there is a high probability that there is a premeditated poisoning behind it."
" Because the player is in a hallucination, whether he or she is infected and the severity of the disease are affected by the actual state, not by the situation in the hallucination."
"However, what is the 'reality' in this instance? ? The cement room where I was imprisoned and where the players gathered? "
Thanks to Tangzhaolizi for the 500 points rewarded by Si Qi, the amulet has been received! Thanks to ETC for automatically disputing the monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)