Chapter 183 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-Eight) "We Imprisoned a God"
Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, fourth floor, the skeletons in the room are still tirelessly singing incomprehensible songs, Annoying.
The plan for treating "insomnia" is very clear. As long as the medicine is made from the remains of two people after their death, it can save just one person.
But in actual practice, the death of two people is far from enough.
The antidote requires soil, mushrooms, yellow butterflies and yellow flowers. Mud and mushrooms cannot be dropped from a person. That is to say, at least three people need to die in order to prepare an solution that is enough to save one person. medicine.
Moreover, many materials are dropped randomly. If you are not lucky, more people may die...
Sacrifice the majority and save the few; or let everyone die fairly together?
If you choose the latter, it is undoubtedly inconsistent with the principle of rationality; if you choose the former, what criteria should be used to decide who to sacrifice and who to save?
Life is what people want; death is what people hate. What qualifications do others have to decide a person's life or death without authorization?
Jiang Junjue is not a holy mother. She has also designed to kill innocent people for the sake of the overall situation, but it is often a drama of using a few people to fulfill the majority.
Nowadays, the numbers are reversed. Once a conflict occurs, it is the minority group that will suffer.
Jiang Junjue ran out of ideas for a moment. He held a cigarette between his two fingers and smoked it, frowning.
Chen Lidong finally couldn't wait any longer and took the lead to break the silence: "Jiang Junjue, you are an old man from the Tingfeng Guild. Come up with an idea. Who should die and who should live?"
He deliberately put the responsibility on Jiang Junjue, but Jiang Junjue refused to answer: "Zhang Yiyu may not have told the truth, otherwise there is no need to leave even if she violates the rules. Although she is a member of the Jiuzhou Guild and has no harmful intentions, she still I don’t believe that the food in the weird game can be so ugly, and it’s clear that we are harming people.”
He paused, and glanced at everyone with a pair of tired eyes: “I’m afraid there is another way to cure the disease. I hope you won’t act in a hurry and wait and see.”
Chen Lidong has the [Ring of Truth] in his hand, so he naturally knows that the formula provided by Zhang Yiyu is true, but he will never reveal his trump card in front of Jiang Junjue.
He suggested calmly: "Whether the formula is true or not, you will know if you try it. It's not like no one has died since entering the dungeon. Those corpses are all lying well, and you can always get the first place." Collect the materials and make a potion to try. At worst, I will test the potion then."
Indeed, the preparation of the first batch of potions is far from being used to kill people, and only needs to recycle the waste of dead people. That's it.
But all uncertainties will lose suspense after being observed. If the formula is true, after all the materials are used up, it is imperative to sacrifice living people.
"Besides, the six of us can't decide anything." Jiang Junjue looked down at his watch, turned around and went out, "It's getting late, it's time to go to the cafeteria to eat."
The group of people were worried, so they went downstairs in scattered pieces and sat down in their respective seats in the cafeteria.
The six people do not belong to the same force, so there is no possibility of keeping it secret. Soon, all seventeen people in the cafeteria knew about the recipe that was unknown as it was true or false and was against human nature.
In the depressing atmosphere, the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock.
A plate of messy food appeared in front of everyone on time. I don’t know who was responsible for replicating these unpalatable dishes after Qisi left.
At this moment, several players finally noticed Qis’s disappearance.
Someone whispered a question: "Where is that NPC? If he is still there, you can try using him first..."
Chen Lidong knew the whole story, but he didn't want to say it.
Jiang Junjue completed the self-consistency of logic and made a completely contradictory guess: "If this formula is true, then Weird Games deliberately excludes NPCs and does not allow us to use him for experiments or supplements. Opportunities for materials. If we want to complete the new main mission, we must attack our own people. Alas, this move is really sinister..."
Players responded and accused Weird Game of its sinister intentions.
Chen Lidong quickly finished the food on the plate, walked to the sink, washed the bowls and chopsticks, and put them back in their place.
"I plan to go to the bathroom first to see if I can find 'half a person's soil.'" He dropped a sentence, winked at Zhou Datong, walked out of the cafeteria, and walked towards the bathroom.
Zhou Datong agreed, quickly settled his share of the meal, and followed out.
Ms. Medina's office is between the cafeteria and the bathroom, just along the way. Chen Lidong stopped at the door of the office, staring at the dark doorway, wondering what he was thinking.
Zhou Datong followed along, stood next to Chen Lidong, and then listened to him speak slowly: "Xiao Zhou, you should know that we were all deceived by Si Qi. He is not an NPC, but a player. I don’t know what props he used to pretend to be an NPC and deceived us all the way.”
Zhou Datong nodded and said indignantly: “Who is this guy? We saved him and gave him food!” ”
Chen Lidong continued talking to himself: "There is one more thing. I have verified it through the [Ring of Truth]. Zhang Yiyu did not lie. But she suddenly violated the rules. I suspect there is something fishy. My eyelids are twitching. I'm afraid Si Qi is not dead yet."
Zhou Datong scratched his head: "Then should we go for a last-ditch attack?"
"Are you stupid? What if he played some trick? Just wait for us to take the bait, and we will be stunned as soon as we open the coffin!" Chen Lidong scolded him with a bitter tone, and then lowered his voice mysteriously, "Brother Chen, please be a good boy. In this kind of dungeon, you must learn to use NPCs. Use your strength to fight..."
After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, raised his hand and knocked respectfully on the office door three times, making three crisp sounds of "dong dong dong".
A suspicious rustling sound came and went, and with a click, the door was opened from the inside.
Ms. Medina with a sinister face came out and asked in a cold voice: "What do you want to see me for?"
Chen Lidong bowed, with a smile on his face: "Ms. Medina, what did you do before?" Let's report the bad boy who burned down the archives. I think I have a clue."
He observed Ms. Medina's expression and said in a more humble tone: "That bad boy is 47, I can guarantee it. , He must have burned down the archives! This kind of bad boy who causes destruction must be severely punished. How do you think he should be dealt with?"
Ms. Medina narrowed her gray eyes and looked up and down at Chen Lidong. , seems to be judging his purpose. Two seconds later, the NPC showed a satisfied smile: "Very good, sir, please go and catch him. I must see him at this time the day after tomorrow!"
Chen Lidong was stunned. , I always feel that what Ms. Medina said is not quite right. He was about to speak again, but three lines of text were undoubtedly refreshed on the system interface:
[Side mission has been refreshed]
[Side mission (must do): Catch 47 and send it to Ms. Medina’s office]
[Task time: 48 hours]...
Memorial Hall for Aboriginal Victims, third floor.
Chang Xu and Shuo Meng walked silently through the corridors, as if they were afraid of disturbing the ancient creatures lurking here.
The two pushed open the dusty bedroom doors, poked their heads in and looked around, and finally found a window that was not so anti-human.
The stairwell from the third floor to the fourth floor has been sealed with cement. If you want to take the stairs up, you have to use the Destiny Poker to pry all the cement away - but God knows whether this is considered vandalism.
Taken together, the more feasible way to get to the fourth floor is to climb through the window.
"Chang Xu, thank you for your hard work." Shuo Meng patted Chang Xu on the shoulder familiarly to encourage him, then took two steps back to keep a distance from him.
Chang Xu looked at Dreams and then at the window covered with yellow mud. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and pushed open the window, stepping on the window frame and leaning out most of his body.
Three meters directly above the window is the window on the fourth floor. It may be a distance that is difficult to reach for ordinary people, but it is not a problem for Lian Jiazi.
Chang Xu condensed five playing cards between his fingers and threw them into the air. Taking advantage of the floating gap, he kicked off the wall and jumped up. He stepped on the steps composed of playing cards and raised his hand to grab them. Living in the window frame on the fourth floor.
The window was open, which provided him with convenience. He directly supported it with both hands, turned over and jumped over the window, landing firmly on the cement floor.
He entered a room with a closed front door. Tables as low as operating tables were neatly arranged. There was nothing on them except for a few touches of brown from the corners. , visually inspected as dried blood.
Here...maybe human experiments have been done?
The door seemed to be locked. Chang Xu walked over and pushed it, but he failed to open it.
This instance does not allow vandalism, so he cannot kick out the door. All he could explore was this small room of less than fifty square meters.
This is a good thing in a sense. The restriction of the venue effectively reduces interference options and makes evidence collection easier.
Chang Xu started from the door and groped for it inch by inch. He only heard a "click" and suddenly stumbled under his feet. It turned out that one of the tiles was loose, and it would shake when you step on it.
If you lift the loose tiles and take a look at them, it shouldn't be considered damage, right?
Chang Xu thought like this, put his hands into the seam of the floor, grabbed the edge of the tile, and lifted it up.
After a scraping sound of "sand", the fine dust covered Chang Xu's face. Under the tiles, several yellowed manuscript papers hit Chang Xu's eyes.
After watching for two seconds, key information was refreshed on the system interface:
[After experiments, it can be determined that the aborigines do have the ability to travel through time and space, but this is not something that can be passed down from generation to generation within their tribe. Learned witchcraft is a kind of endowment endowed by the magical nature... Where they live, there is a probability of generating a time and space vortex, where different time and space will overlap and influence each other. The Red Maple Leaf Boarding School is a magical land with two space-time vortexes, one in the confinement room and one in the cemetery. 】
[Aboriginal children are naturally in tune with the gods who protect this land. Those who know this from birth are called "觋" or "witches". They can naturally summon evil gods to possess them or bless them, so that they can temporarily possess gods. authority. Possessed children may be seen as God's incarnation on earth... In this way, we have once imprisoned a God. 】
[Research shows that the aboriginal writing is a kind of incantation that can directly communicate with the gods. This is a wonderful writing that goes beyond the two dimensions of traditional philology, pronunciation and glyphs, and incorporates the carrier into the category of meaning. The same words carried on different carriers may express completely different meanings and ways of understanding... Transcribing is not feasible as a research method. Only by holding the originals can we truly understand the meaning of those words. 】
Chang Xu silently wrote down the text and continued to explore other places.
At a quarter past ten, the entire room was searched, and no new clues emerged.
Chang Xu glanced at the closed door with some reluctance, no longer staying, turned around and jumped out of the window, climbed on the rough outer wall, kicked a few steps, and jumped in with a short body. Third floor windows.
Said dream has been waiting for a long time.
After listening to Chang Xu’s retelling, he habitually took out a cigarette and held it in his hand to play with: “It seems that I guessed it right. This copy really has a way to travel between two spaces... …Let’s go to the cemetery first. If I remember correctly, the tombstones are numbered.”
…
At half past ten, in the cemetery.
A dark cloud loomed overhead, blocking the sun and blocking the entire land from being damp and cold. Small yellow flowers bloom into a sea of flowers, only reaching the height of the instep. As soon as people walk by, they are gently swayed by the wind.
Chang Xu and Shuomeng stood in front of the tombstone numbered "47", looking at the short grave behind the tombstone, silent.
On the photo wall, the number of Zisi’s photo is exactly “47”; if the burial was also carried out according to the number, it would be Zisi’s “corpse” buried in this grave.
Zis sent a message to them through the solitary room, most likely wanting them to dig him out. He only scratched a number on the wall without revealing any more information, which was probably a bit of a threat.
But the question is, this grave is also an item in the memorial hall. Will digging the grave be considered "vandalism" and violate the rules?
While hesitating, Chang Xu blinked and suddenly saw that a piece of soil was missing from the grave bag. Correspondingly, there was a small mound of soil next to the grave bag, which was exactly the size of a shovel. .
Before he could figure out what was going on, the soil on the grave mound began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the mounds of soil on both sides slowly grew taller, as if there was an invisible being shoveling the soil there. Digging is normal.
Chang Xu watched quietly for a while, still having no clue, so he turned his questioning eyes to Meng Shuo aside.
Shuo Meng: Thank you for the invitation, I don’t know anything.
The two looked at each other in confusion, and then turned to look at the tombstone again. They stared blankly at a pit that gradually appeared behind the tombstone, exposing the rotten coffin lying inside.
Good people helped with the vandalism. Although Chang Xu couldn’t figure out the situation, he still stepped forward, bent over, clasped his hands into the edge of the coffin lid, and lifted it up with all his strength. , turn it to the side.
In the dark coffin, a young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers lay relaxed on his back, with his arms resting on the back of his head, looking particularly leisurely.
After being awakened by the sound of the coffin lid falling to the ground, the young man yawned, lowered his eyes to hide the flash of irritability in his expression, and said with a smile: "Long time no see, Brother Chang."
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