Chapter 190 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (35) "God does not love the world"
There are many theories about time and space travel, such as the fixed point theory of time and space, Einstein Rosen Bridge, anti-particle retrospection... Human beings always try to write scientific expressions for all incomprehensible phenomena, even if the theoretical system becomes extremely bloated due to logical self-consistency time and time again.
It seems that only "science" can eliminate uncertainty and help human beings rationally regain their destiny from the divine authority.
Zis once saw his face in the past phantom belonging to 47. To be precise, it was his face after wearing a human skin mask.
This is very reasonable, because he "played" the NPC named "47" with the help of a human skin mask.
But at a certain moment when they looked at each other, he suddenly realized that 47 had the same eyes as him, and it was...himself.
The recurrence of the infinite loop universe is based on Liouville phase space theory, which believes that in a limited space, the material structure will traverse itself infinitely.
Infinite time and space, countless timelines, there can be countless him, creating new parallel worlds through different choices, and turning into thousands of fate lines that intersect and separate...
Then Chiss laughed. He thought that the weird game was really a bad idea, allowing him, who did not believe in God, to pray devoutly to the gods at a certain time and space.
But...why believe in other gods?
How could he not be an evil god who accepts prayers?
Why can't he... pray to himself?
47 in the background of the dungeon prayed to an unknown god. After learning everything, Qiss decided to occupy the magpie's nest and respond to himself in that strange time and space.
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In Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, Zhang Yiyu stepped on the soft soil and walked through the maple forest with lush leaves. When she stood on the hard flat ground in front of the cement building, she was already angry. blow.
It gets dark very late in the summer night, and the purple-black night sky is pale in color. You can still see the outline of the building clearly through the faint light that comes from nowhere. The world was eerily quiet, and the wind brought the rustling sound of leaves, blocking out all human sounds.
Zhang Yiyu took a few steps forward and saw two male corpses standing opposite each other. The surface was completely covered with yellow flowers and yellow butterflies, and the original appearance could not be seen.
She was startled and covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Zeiss's whisper sounded again at the bottom of her mind: "You may be able to find some good tools here."
Zhang Yiyu woke up from a dream, and after some mental construction, "I am a ghost, I am not afraid of dead people", she stepped forward, closed her eyes and stretched out her hand to grope.
The two corpses had obviously been searched. She touched around and did not touch any props that could pop up prompt text on the system interface.
There was a huge backpack on the back of a corpse. The zipper was half open, and a handle belonging to a shovel was exposed from the gap. It looked familiar.
——Zhang Yiyu saw Chen Lidong using this shovel when she was forced to bury Qi Si alive in the cemetery.
The identity of the two corpses has now been determined, and Zhang Yiyu has no reason to feel uneasy about harming others.
Although she does want to kill all the witnesses, she is self-aware and knows that since there are some dangers that even experienced players cannot deal with, if she encounters them, she will definitely die more miserably...
More than three days have passed since the day she was put into the solitary room. There is a high probability that the players have been dealt with by various death points in an endless stream, and died in pieces. It is conceivable that if she had not hid in the solitary room in time, she would have become a member of the corpse at this moment.
Being imprisoned in a solitary room seems to avoid many death points, but in fact it is a chronic death. Either the "insomnia" condition is aggravated by the sources of infection on the floor, or the person starves to death in there due to the loss of food supply.
But there is a glimmer of hope in the dead end. As long as someone can uncover the secret of the overlap of time and space, the punished person in the past time and space can pray to the gods before dying, and the person being prayed for opens the door of the confinement room in the time and space where the memorial hall is located, and the players locked in the confinement room can be saved. .
As for Qisi, he is betting on this glimmer of hope.
In order to achieve resonance when time and space are separated by a hundred years, players in two places must be able to communicate in real time. It is not easy to achieve any of them. It is almost impossible to achieve both conditions at the same time in most cases. task.
Therefore, Qisi never asks for wild beliefs from others, nor does he intend to give people room for negotiation or rejection.
He would not tell Zhang Yiyu his plans, nor would he make unnecessary moves beyond orders, because any thought would cause hesitation, and a moment of hesitation would add variables to the plan.
When humans think, God laughs.
Qisi has no need for a tool man who can think, and he has never had the leisure and compassion to care about the life of a tool man.
He is only a chess player bent on winning, galloping around on a huge chessboard built from the world of a strange game, and treating all living beings as cold chess pieces.
Up to this moment, Zhang Yiyu finally figured out some details that were previously unclear through the process of inferring the results.
With a wave of fear in her heart, she did not dare to neglect, took out the shovel from her backpack, and walked towards the cemetery on the east side of the cement building.
Under the dark sky, the whimpers of ghosts are even more difficult to ignore, and the evil wind blows on the back, making people feel cold all over.
Blue-white mushrooms and dark yellow flowers swayed in the wind, turning slowly with Zhang Yiyu's steps, as if pairs of eyes were following uninvited guests, casting a scrutinizing gaze.
The environment was even more terrifying than the previous time Zhang Yiyu came. Translucent corpses were solidified around ghost figures, and children with sallow faces and skinny bones turned to look at the people coming.
Every cell in Zhang Yiyu was clamoring to escape, but the golden vines hanging above her head clearly told her that under the constraints of the soul contract, once she retreated, Qisi would not hesitate to do it. Kill her.
Thinking about it now, her retreat and betrayal on the morning of June 2 were all due to Zis's connivance, and it was even possible that they were all part of the latter's calculations.
This young man who is more terrifying than a ghost seems to be ignorant from beginning to end, staying on the outside, observing her every move, silently and not interfering, just like an indifferent toy. The evil god of ants.
Thinking of the past, Zhang Yiyu felt shuddering. She quickened her pace and moved forward with her eyes closed.
The cemetery is surrounded by a sea of flowers, with small yellow and red flowers intertwined and mixed. The newly stepped path is quickly filled with new flowers, and returns to the flat and waveless sea.
Zhang Yiyu walked through the flowers and stood in front of the tombstone with the serial number "47". She raised the shovel high and inserted it into the soil...
...
In the cemetery, Qissi sat on the tombstone, talking about his dream while digging dirt.
The soil that had just been buried was still soft, and after a few shovels, the coffin in the pit was exposed.
Shuomeng threw away the shovel, bent down, and reached out to brush away the loose soil on the surface of the coffin.
He stood at the head of the coffin, clasped the edge of the coffin lid, lifted it hard, and turned the wooden lid to one side.
Chang Xu held the tape recorder in his arms, sat up straight from the coffin, and looked at Qisi with an inquiring gaze: "Si Qi, how did you and Zhang Yiyu cooperate to transmit information?"
Some information is destined to be It cannot be hidden from everyone, and once the layout is started, some of its joints will inevitably be exposed.
Qisi had already expected it. He leaned against the hard tombstone and said in a long voice: "The method of transmitting information--guess it."
Before Chang Xu asked the next question question, he simply closed his eyes and concentrated on playing the role of a seriously ill patient who was unconscious.
After being dug out by Zhang Yiyu at Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, Chang Xu realized that something was wrong between his teammates and Qisi. Unfortunately, no matter how he asked, Zhang Yiyu remained silent from beginning to end, or rather ——Can’t say a word.
Chang Xu thought of the skills of the puppet master and the experience of Wuwanghai. He couldn't help but jump in warning of danger, but he also knew that the main mission was the top priority.
He simply stopped asking any more questions, held a knife of documents, and rushed to the fourth floor of the cement building as planned. The four-story building was eerily quiet. Apart from the two corpses standing at the door, there was not a single person encountered along the way.
The corridors and corridors in the building are occupied by ferns and mushrooms, as uninhabited and lifeless as the original rainforest.
Chang Xu knows that the players in this space may have encountered an extremely difficult survival crisis, and most of them are already dead at this moment.
He searched the surroundings along the way and saw no survivors, so he stopped worrying and went straight to the fourth floor.
In the innermost room on the fourth floor, according to what Qisi and Zhang Yiyu said, he placed the documents in front of the skeleton, and used a tape recorder to record the songs sung by the skeleton. Unsurprisingly, he waited until the [Main Mission Completed] prompt.
The system got stuck after finishing the announcement. The subsequent clearance prompts and the prompts for transferring the copy were not refreshed as usual. I don't know if there was a malfunction or something else.
Chang Xu felt vaguely uneasy, but couldn't explain why. He returned to the cemetery in confusion, lay down in the coffin again, and let Zhang Yiyu bury him in it.
Not long after he lay down, he dug him out again in his dream.
Chang Xu looked at the half-dead Qisi and knew that he couldn't get any useful information out of him. He pressed the play button on the tape recorder and signaled Meng to listen carefully.
After the recording was played, Shuomeng relaxed when he saw the prompt of [Main Mission Completed].
He waited leisurely for two seconds, but did not wait for a new prompt. He couldn't help but ask in his mind: "What's going on? I've completed the main mission, why haven't I cleared the level yet?"
A line of silver-white text popped up: [You have signed a soul contract with 'Qi'. Due to the conflict between the request to clear the level immediately and the terms of the contract, the game has made appropriate adjustments according to the contract]
Talk about dreams and stare at them eyes.
At this point, he understood everything, and his face that had just relaxed became stiff again.
He held the glasses frame, walked to Qisi in a few steps, and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Si Qi, your contract authority is not low, you can even get stuck in the system prompts. What are we doing? If I don’t help you complete the task, you won’t be able to get out of the dungeon?”
Qisi was woken up and said, “What, did you plan to break the contract in advance?”< br>
Talking in sleep is speechless.
He dared to sign Qisi’s seemingly problematic contract because he had already calculated that he and Chang Xu would complete the main mission before Qisi and would have the initiative to help whether and how much they would help after clearing the level. It's completely in his own hands.
Who would have thought that Qisi's skill authority would override the game system and even interrupt the agreed-upon dungeon process.
This is no longer a bug, but cheating, right?
He was hesitating how to answer the call when he heard Qisi say with a smile: "Actually, this contract is more for your consideration. If Brother Chang records the sound, he will be judged as cleared immediately. Three minutes There’s not enough time for him to bring the tape recorder, right?”
Shuo Meng: ...Believe me!
Chis had no intention of gaining the trust of the two of them. After giving a false comfort, he lowered his eyes and continued: "Next, I need one person to take me to the confinement room, and the other Go to the canteen and bring at least ten kilograms of water to you.”
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After burying Chang Xu, Zhang Yiyu rushed to the solitary room according to Qisi’s instructions.
In the later stage of the dungeon, all the horrors lurking in the dark spewed out from under the fig leaf. Twisted and ferocious ghosts were bustling on the ground, unscrupulously occupying the living space belonging to humans.
In the maple forest, the fertile soil under your feet rolled unevenly, and the rotten scars revealed sticky pus and maggots; the dense branches and leaves were piled on top of each other, and the dripping stinky juice fell on the ground and became mushrooms.
Zhang Yiyu is afraid of ghosts and dirt, but in the face of death, these psychological conflicts are not worth mentioning.
She only knew that she would not necessarily die if she gritted her teeth and followed Qiss's orders. If she died, Qiss would also be attacked by the contract; and if she retreated, she would really be killed by Qiss, and her death would be in vain.
Weighing the pros and cons, you might as well believe in Qisi’s decision-making and believe that as long as she strictly follows the steps she doesn’t know why, she can survive...
Zhang Yiyu walked into the confinement room in despair and opened the iron door. Cover it gently. The last ray of light was intercepted, and the world in front of him fell into complete darkness.
Qisi's voice sounded calmly: "Injure yourself, bleed, and put yourself into a state of near-death."
Zhang Yiyu knows the principle, and it is easier to enter a state of hunger or near-death. To establish contact with another timeline, in terms of the setting of this copy, it is——
"Use pain to attract the glance of the evil god."
God does not love the world.
The ancient tribes knew the vastness of the world through accidental peeks, and developed an instinctive awe and yearning for the creatures that symbolized power and eternity. They worshiped, interpreted various natural phenomena, and tried their best to speculate and please, entertaining the god who may not exist.
But how do you know that the so-called miracles are just dust stirred up by the movement of high-dimensional beings, just like a naughty child dropping a grain of corn into an ant colony and pouring boiling water into the ant hole...
Zhang Yiyu bit her wrist, and purple-red blood flowed out like rainwater on the car window, dripping on the ground and blooming.
Zis poured cold water down his left arm. The colorless water soaked his skin, and after half a minute, the water marks were stained with a grayish-yellow color belonging to the earth.
The skin and flesh turned into soil at a speed visible to the naked eye, and pieces fell to the ground covered with mushrooms, mixing with the bluish-white mushrooms to form a carpet, with the red light outlined in it glowing like fire.
The scenes flickered like a rapidly turning slideshow, including the confinement room where the girl in green sat, the abandoned room where three figures stood, and the wrinkled and ugly mushrooms on the floor. Spilled soil...
The elements in the overwhelming flashback gradually overlap, just like a malfunctioning display screen that is stuck. Everyone and things are nested in a certain moment, and the figure of the young man and the girl overlap inch by inch.
[Dear Miss Witch, congratulations on finding one of the raw materials for the ritual, "meat soil"]
Half of Qisi's body has degenerated into earth, with cracks covering the gray-yellow skin like twigs and vines. His scarred eyes were half closed in the dim light, and the lumps of plaster fell in groups and dispersed into finer pieces in the air. of powder.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the red light growing among the mushrooms, and said silently to Zhang Yiyu: "Pray to me."
[All the materials have been collected, do you want to complete the ceremony immediately? Summon the evil god? 】
The system prompt sounded coldly, and Zhang Yiyu sat on the wall, muttering something: "The Lord of the Gods who is exiled outside the world, the Master of Souls who is in charge of contract transactions, a great existence that is older than history. ..."
Gray soil fell from the sky, covering the ground where mushrooms were clustered like snowflakes. Rootless yellow flowers grow from the soil, blooming throughout the room in a matter of seconds, suppressing the mushrooms in the web of petals.
The golden butterfly wakes up among the flower stamens, flies precariously into the air, and blooms into tiny spots of light. Bloody light shone down from the top of her head, covering Zhang Yiyu's head like silk, stretching out tentacles as thin as silk to wrap around her limbs.
[Side mission (required) "Collect all raw materials and complete the ritual" has been completed]
[Side mission (optional) "Sacrifice the 'bad boy' to the evil god" has been completed Completed】
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