Chapter 179 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-Four) "I'm just a person who is afraid of trouble"
On April 1st, Jin Yusheng organized a bureau, plus Qisi and a man who called himself "Xu Ning" The woman played a script killing game in a tea room.
There are very few offline scripts written by three people, so the three of them naturally chose to write online and randomly selected a script called "Three Days Manor" in a simple APP.
Except for tossing coins and throwing dice, there are few truly random choices in the world. Most seemingly random decisions are affected by various factors such as psychological suggestion, environment, and situation from the moment they occur. And become guided and predictable.
The number of three-person scripts is limited, and there are very few characters that happen to be two men and one woman. The ratings are even more polarized. After layers of screening, the three people invariably made the same choice at that time.
Qisi knew the twists and turns behind the scenes, so he had already anticipated Xu Ning's "open eyes" and understanding of the script information in advance.
This has never been a simple game, but some official organizations have noticed him and want to approach him in a more peaceful way to assess his danger.
Everyone knew what was going on, but they all understood it tacitly. After all, it would be very troublesome to talk about certain things on the table - and Zis was a person who was afraid of trouble.
The script of "Three Days Manor" is quite interesting.
Three players and an NPC had hatred for each other. By chance, they were trapped in a manor together and killed their enemies at night.
Every time someone dies, the time in the manor will be reset, and the deceased will lose the memory of their death and be resurrected the next day.
Until the third day, the police came to the manor, breaking the day-to-day cycle; time in the manor no longer resets, and the NPC who died on the last day truly died.
The three players must find the murderer of the NPC within the specified time, otherwise they will face legal sanctions together.
In the end, Ziss, as the "murderer", was targeted in a logical way at an extremely appropriate time, announcing the end of the farce.
In the review stage, the script raises the final question: "Can the same criminal whose hands are stained with blood escape justice just because the dead are resurrected?"
Xu Ning read the question out and waited for Qisi's answer with a smile.
Chisi also laughed: "What else? Crimes that leave no evidence do not need to be tried. Crimes that have not been tried are perfect crimes. After all, law never equals justice."
< br>Xu Ning still had a smile on his face: "Killing for life is an established rule. Regardless of whether it causes substantial consequences, the choice of killing alone is not moral."
Qisi asked: "Why? What about the pursuit of morality? "
"When the human species was born, the survival instinct and profit-seeking instinct were written in genes. Morality was not written in any cell, but it was because of something called 'habit'. 'The illusion is imposed on everyone, forcing individuals to surrender and sacrifice to the group; individuals must suppress their instinctive desires and give up the pursuit of the greatest interests - but why? ”
Xu Ning shook his head: "But you can't deny that it is the selfless dedication of generations and the ethical choices of countless people around us that have allowed our society to develop to this point and allow everyone to survive in a generous and peaceful environment."
"Yes, so I never promote my ideas, nor will I persuade those righteous people to become scum like me." Qisi slowly poured the tea into the tea drain, light brown The liquid became clear through the filter, and the sound of "gurgling" mixed his words into a distant place.
“On the contrary, I like those idiots who are inflamed with righteous indignation by some empty slogans, and I also admire those martyrs who clearly see through the essence of morality, but are still willing to die like moths to a flame. But I I know clearly that I will never become either of these people in my life."
"Human beings over the past thousands of years and thousands of miles around have been accustomed to observing morality, simply because they have grown up in the world. In most cases, they are trapped in a very small area and are kidnapped by communities and ties formed by geography and blood. All behaviors and choices will be spread within this community and become the consensus of most people.”
"They are afraid of the consequences of immorality, afraid of being feared and guarded by the acquaintance society, and afraid of being tried and executed by public order and good customs. The moral codes of benevolence and righteousness throughout the ages are blackened by the coagulation of blood. If a lunatic or a genius wants to avoid being tied to the stake, I have to pretend to be crazy and obey the habits of most people.”
Qisi paused for a moment, raised his eyes and looked directly into Xu Ning's eyes, with a bright smile: "In an environment with strong mobility and no consequences for doing evil, such as an infinite flow that experiences a new dungeon every seven days and all personnel are randomly assigned. In the game, you only need to kill everyone to easily control the consequences of violating morality within a small range. So, how feasible is morality for utilitarianism?”
Xu Ning stopped smiling a little and said seriously: "You should know that utilitarianism is not advocated."
"Look, you are talking in a moral context again." Qisi sighed. He took a breath, turned his wrist, and poured the tea residue on the strainer into the tea tray. "A small question: There is a madman who wants to compete with you in killing people. Whoever kills more people within the time limit wins. If you win, nothing will happen to you. "If you lose, he will destroy the whole world. I want to know, what will you choose?"
Ning Xu pondered for a moment, but asked word by word: "So, what if?" In an infinite flow game like you said, you would choose to kill everyone except yourself, right?"
"You got it wrong," Qiss smiled happily. "I'm not a pervert. What good does killing do to me? After all, I am a person who is afraid of trouble."
...
"I am a person who is afraid of trouble. If you want me to help you kill all the players, you must be willing to give up more benefits."
Chis's words With memories swirling around, Zhang Yiyu was walking on the way to the cemetery, her thoughts in confusion.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and it seems like raindrops will fall at any time. Tiny water droplets float in the humid air, condensing on the skin and embedding a palpable coolness into the bone marrow.
One after another figures were running around, becoming increasingly clear as Zhang Yiyu moved forward.
The skinny child wore a tattered gray school uniform, running and jumping under the gray-white sky, singing a strange song:
"The evil god and disease have come, grant me death..."
" All of us are dead and buried in the soil..."
"The yellow flowers and yellow butterflies that saved our souls are gone..."
"The soil of our graves grows little poisonous Mushrooms..."
"We are devils, so we will lose our names forever..."
The lyrics are reversed and the inner logic is completely unclear; but just a few keywords that appear frequently are enough to remind people of horrific scenes. Uneasy.
Zhang Yiyu's pace became slower and slower. Blue-white mushrooms burst out of the ground under her feet, stretching out tiny claws to block the soles of her feet.
When the wind blows, the mushrooms all over the ground sway into a blue sea wave, each one singing a strange song a cappella.
The cemetery is just ahead, as if it is the home of all weirdness; the further forward, the more obvious the signs of weirdness become. The breath of death cannot be ignored, and Zhang Yiyu's danger warning beats wildly, bringing the beast's intuition when facing its natural enemies.
She finally stopped, fear entangled her like a web, preventing her from taking even one step forward.
"Why should I save Qisi? Especially...why must I risk my life to save him?"
"What if I don't know the follow-up plan? Follow Jiang Junjue, and the worst is death. In the later stages of the dungeon, or after leaving the dungeon, I was taken into custody again by the Investigation Bureau; if I go any further, I might die in the next second..." Once the idea is generated, it spreads like an aquatic plant, like a sleeping person suddenly Awakened from a dream.
Zhang Yiyu remembered that from the time the contract was signed to the present, apart from giving her a set of excuses to hide the cannibalism from the beginning, Qisi never provided her with anything else. Substantial help.
Qiss didn't even tell her a word about the background and world view of this copy. He completely treated her as a tool to execute orders and kept her in the dark from beginning to end.
On the contrary, it was her who passed clues to Qiss and helped Qiss mislead other players with wrong information. She walked nervously through the large army and worked for Qiss remotely.
Indeed, she is in a weak position, and it will cost more to get Qiss's help. But the price was too high, far beyond the value that Qisi could bring to her.
Now that Zeiss has lost contact with her, the situation is probably in danger. Does she really need to put herself in a dangerous situation just to have another teammate?
After all, it seemed that not only was Chiss no longer able to provide her with decisive help, but he was also close to losing control of her soul - otherwise, why hadn't he done anything to her until now?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yiyu raised her feet and stepped back. It was not that she really saw through Qisi's trick, but that compared to the constraints of the soul contract, the visible ghosts were obviously more terrifying.
She was about to return to the cement building along the same path, but the next second, a cold dagger was placed on her neck, leaving a bloody mark.
Chen Lidong's drake voice sounded behind my ears: "Little girl, your accomplice who pretended to be an NPC asked you to come to the cemetery to find him, right? If my guess is right, he was trapped inside and escaped. He didn’t come, so he didn’t even attend class on time?”
After realizing that there might be something wrong with 47, Chen Lidong kept searching for this “NPC boy” in the crowd, but this person seemed to have disappeared. It seems like there is no trace.
Based on Ms. Medina's words, it is basically certain that 47 is the "bad boy" who burned down the archives. Not only did he escape punishment, but he also allowed the player Nobuhiro Yamakawa to die for his crime.
Generally speaking, NPCs will not actively design or kill players outside of the death rules, otherwise the game will be too unfair. Even if Nobuhiro Yamakawa himself triggered the death point, he shouldn't have died by "taking the blame"...
What is even more suspicious is Zhang Yiyu.
If her mission really involves killing the "philanthropist", then it will be easy to identify the corresponding person based on the details. It has been so long since the mission was triggered last night, and it is impossible not to take any action. .
Chen Lidong tends to believe that she only learned about the existence of the "philanthropist" later, and the source of the information was definitely not the system interface.
Only Zhou Datong and 47 know about the special identity of "philanthropist", and now Zhang Yiyu also knows it. There is a high probability that 47 told it; and NPC has no position to leak the secret to other players.
Unless... 47 is not an NPC at all.
This conclusion was so unbelievable that Chen Lidong was not 100% sure at first.
Until Zhang Yiyu left the team sneakily, filling in the last piece of the puzzle for his suspicion.
You must know that Zhang Yiyu follows the large troops most of the time. There is no chance that she suddenly remembers any key clues and needs to go out to investigate alone.
Either, she knew some information that the players did not know through some secret way; or, she went out to find someone, a missing person.
The existence of team-building props is not a secret. Although it seems that only the Xiela Guild has a complete production line at present, other players may not be able to achieve team-building through various methods...
Qi Qi appeared in front of Chen Lidong's eyes. Si's various performances from the beginning of the dungeon to now, including the gloomy phrase "They are all dead and buried in the soil" last night.
Remembering that he was too scared to move last night, he sneered: "47, you really fooled us around. Seeing how happy you are pretending to be an NPC, I don't know what's waiting for you. Can you still be in such a good mood the moment you were killed by me? "
Chen Lidong has always thought highly of himself and has never been fooled like this. At this moment, he just wants to lie to him for a whole day. Qisi's body was cut into pieces.
He followed Zhang Yiyu closely and broke away from the large group. He used the concealment of the concealment props to follow him all the way and kidnapped the girl in the final stage.
"Tell me, what are you doing here, and what are your plans?" Chen Lidong used his finger to catch the blood droplets on the side of Zhang Yiyu's neck, stared at the red light above and threatened, "This prop is called the [Ring of Truth], next If you lie, it will turn blue and I will kill you."
Zhang Yiyu's shoulders were shaking and her voice was shaking: "Si...Si Qi asked me to find tombstone No. 47 and open the back. "Coffin."
"He is in the coffin?"
"It should be..."
"What is he doing in the coffin?"
>
"I don't know, I really don't know..." Zhang Yiyu felt that she was extremely unlucky. She had been deceived by Qisi before, and as soon as she woke up, she was caught by Chen Lidong as Qisi's accomplice. It was true that she was unjustly accused.
Seeing Chen Lidong's obviously disbelieving look, she hurriedly defended: "He and I only met in this dungeon. He didn't tell me anything, so he forced me to sign a soul contract to work for him... ...But I just discovered that he seems to have lost contact with me and can no longer control me..."
Chen Lidong stared at the wrench in his hand, and the eerie red light emitted from the jade surface confirmed Zhang Yiyu's The authenticity of words.
Chen Lidong felt a sense of superiority for no reason: The player named "Si Qi" really didn't know how to behave, and he had to use bullying methods to force other players to do things.
Unlike him, who cooked Zhou Datong's food obediently and called him "Brother Chen" every time, respecting and worshiping him.
Chen Lidong looked at Zhang Yiyu with a half-smile: "You don't know what Si Qi is going to do. As a witch, you always know the witchcraft to cure diseases, right?"
Zhang Yiyu said pitifully: "I don't know, I I don't know anything..."
"Why don't you ask me if you don't know anything?"
Zhang Yiyu trembled: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... I don't know..."
"Forget it, you lead the way, I want to see what Si Qi wants to do." Chen Lidong looked at Zhang Yiyu's silent expression and pushed her back.
Zhang Yiyu shrank, looked up at the ghostly figures in front of her, then looked down at the dagger across her neck, and finally made up her mind and moved deeper into the cemetery step by step.
Thanks to SeerGod, book friend 20220508101157941, book friend 20210626182625807, and Mu Yingshang for their monthly votes!
(End of this chapter)