Chapter 196 Disease
In the early morning of April 5, a piece of news appeared on major platforms and spread rapidly like locusts passing through.
#The Maple Leaf County Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall is on fire. There are no casualties yet. The specific cause is under investigation#
Under the grim title, the reporter described the tragic situation of the memorial hall with sympathy and pity. Buildings were burned down, a large amount of data was burned, and the dense maple forest was reduced to ashes, leaving behind devastation full of ghosts and monsters.
I don’t know whether it was intentional or not, but the article also mentioned the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, the predecessor of the memorial hall, and wrote nonchalantly:
"We can't help but think of the fact that the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School suffered a similar fire in the past. Fate seemed to have undergone a wonderful reincarnation, as if it was a curse sent by the gods."
Attached to the article are two accompanying images. Pictures, one is a memorial hall that was scorched black by smoke, and the other is a maple forest with all vegetation destroyed and reduced to scorched earth.
This news is full of weirdness.
It was clearly not the dry season yet, and there were no combustible materials such as fallen leaves accumulated on the ground. How did the fire spontaneously ignite in the rarely inhabited maple forest?
The fire burned so big and destroyed the maple forest and the venue, why didn’t any tourists get hurt?
Netizens watched the excitement and talked loudly. Some said it was a federal conspiracy, some said it was a supernatural incident, and some took the opportunity to popularize the past of the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School...
With the help of an invisible force, they added fuel to the fire. Next, more and more people paid attention to this news, and most of their eyes finally fell on the term "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School".
A small number of people even dug deeper out of some leisure and found out a lot of historical materials that were indistinguishable from true to false.
The powder covering the evidence was washed away piece by piece, exposing the red and swollen sores underneath. The bloody and curious carrion attracted maggots who prefer ugliness to swarm forward. Netizens harbored some unspeakable desire. The prelude to the carnival...
At the end of the copy of "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School", players did not see the usual ending CG.
And this missing part is precisely because of the player's choice that plays a big role in reality, and the judgment will eventually be written by the masses and scholars.
Chisi fell asleep early, unaware of the undercurrents of the outside world during his sleep.
He had a messy dream. In the dream, he was digging a hole in a deserted farmland. He was distracted while digging, and he thought irritably: He was covered in soil, which was very dirty.
Dreams are illogical. He had just dug half of the soil when he somehow found himself lying in the pit. When he looked up, he saw a man with his face smiling at him and asking him if he needed anything. He needs to be dug out.
Chisi thought for a moment and said to the man: "Bury me, thank you."
The man stared at him with lowered eyes, and stated calmly like Jesus crucified on the cross in the church: "You asked me to save you last time."
Chis raised his index finger in front of his eyes and stared at the pale man Looking at the almost transparent fingertips: "Now I find that the soil does not seem to be very dirty."
The man chuckled lightly and began to fill the pit with shovelfuls of soil.
Chiss lay as quietly as a corpse, the cold earth pouring on his body, making him shiver.
He suddenly thought that it would not be bad to die like this.
"Human beings must have desires." The monster holding his face suddenly lowered its head, and the face reflected in its scarlet eyes was a turbulent mist, "What is your desire?"
Bing Liang The soil had already covered Qisi's neck. Instead of feeling warm, he felt colder, like fish buried in ice and transported to the cold market.
He thought for a while and said: "Maybe I am not a human being."
He felt that he should also have desires, but those desires were not strong enough and were destined not to be understood by ordinary people. At this time, he said It comes out a bit like sophistry.
For a long time since he could remember, he had no obvious joys and sorrows. It was not until he was twelve years old that he secretly and expectantly prepared for killing, and saw the birth of the world for the first time. Gorgeous flowing colors.
The warm blood soaked his fingertips, and his childhood was over. He felt truly excited and happy in his heart, as if he had suddenly established a connection with the world he had always been alienated from.
There are always people who feel that there needs to be a reason for doing evil, but if you have to wait for others to do evil before responding with the same malice, then there should be no one in the world who does evil.
Who was the first person to commit evil? Who is the starting point for the reincarnation of sin? Who is the culprit behind all evil?
It has been too long and there is no way to verify it, but Qisi is not afraid to treat others with the greatest malice. In this way, even if retribution finally falls on him, he will die after having acted recklessly for a long time. It is not a loss at all. .
“Don’t let them know this.” The monster continued to fill the pit with soil, and the soil reached Qiss’s chin.
Qis asked: "Is it related to the 'door'?"
The monster did not answer, silently burying shovelfuls of soil.
When the last shovelful of soil was stuck to his face, Qiss finally woke up.
The chill of early spring soaked into his bones. He shuddered and pulled the quilt that had been kicked aside.
He usually sleeps well, but probably because he has changed places and is not used to it, this time he kicked the quilt to the edge of the bed and almost fell to the ground.
He pulled the quilt over him and covered himself, and fell asleep again. When he woke up again, it was already bright. He looked at his phone and saw that it was 11:30 in the morning.
The bones all over my body emitted bursts of dull pain one after another. My eyelids were so sore and swollen that they felt like they were filled with soil. They were pricked again by fine needles. I finally opened them for a while and then closed them again.
Qisi closed his eyes and dreamed about the strange dream for a long time, but could not figure out the reason.
He raised his hand and touched his forehead, and sure enough he felt his hand was hot.
There is no doubt that he has a fever.
I don’t know if the disease has spread from the game to reality, or if it’s because I caught a cold after falling asleep last night, or if it’s just because I don’t have the same horoscope as Qijiacun.
In any case, this is not a good sign.
Chisi sat up on his side with support on his body, opened the desk drawer and rummaged through it for a long time before he remembered that he had not brought the thermometer and antipyretics.
The wisest choice at the moment may be to go to the hospital to register, and the second is to go out of Qijia Village and find a drugstore to buy some medicine. However, the patient paralyzed on the bed did not want to move. So he chose the last resort - drink more hot water.
A paper man brought a cup filled with hot water to the second floor. Qisi remembered that someone else had used this cup before, but he... didn't bring it with him.
To be more precise, after he accidentally broke the last water glass, he didn't buy a new one, and made do with pots and pans to catch the water...
Chis could only I ordered a water bottle online, then threw myself on the bed in despair, imagining that I was a dead fish that had been dried in the sun.
......
In the afternoon, Qisi burned the paper ingots at the door of the bedroom and then entered the game space again.
The moment he sat on the high-backed chair in the temple, all the discomfort on his body was gone. The reality would not affect the player's performance in the weird game. In a sense, this was good news.
Of course, at the moment, Qiss doesn’t want to open the next copy prematurely.
He looked at the soul blades of his tools one by one, and finally his eyes rested on Liu Yuhan's soul blade.
The picture shows a small town full of fantasy style. The black clothes coming and going create a depressing and eerie atmosphere, indicating that this place is not reality.
Liu Yuhan was holding a note on ghost stories and walking side by side on the street with a young man who also wore glasses, chatting absentmindedly.
With Qisi's current authority, he cannot speak to reality through the soul blades, but he can easily convey some information in the game.
He said straightforwardly: "Liu Yuhan, see you at Sunset Ruins at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
Liu Yuhan paused and turned pale when he heard the words falling from the sky.
The young man walking on her left was still chattering: "Yu Han, with your level and reputation, you will be taken seriously even if you enter the Grand Guild..."
This person is from Kyushu A member of the guild is named "Tang Yu". When he was a newcomer, he had seen a lot of guides published by Liu Yuhan, and he had a good impression of this theoretical player who was not very showy. After meeting him by chance in the dungeon, they naturally formed a team. .
Along the way, he often hinted Liu Yuhan to join Kyushu, but was always rejected by the latter in an understatement.
Halfway through Tang Yu's words of persuasion, he saw that the look of the girl next to him suddenly turned ugly, and he couldn't help but asked blankly: "Yuhan, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay. Thank you." Liu Yuhan smiled stiffly and clenched her right hand into a fist.
......
In the temple, Qisi saw Liu Yuhan's resistance in his eyes, curled his lips in a good mood, and turned to enter the mall.
A bunch of products such as antipyretics and water bottles pop up on the daily necessities interface, focusing on a precise push.
It is a pity that Qisi’s current level of trust in weird games does not allow him to eat game props without any grudges in reality...
He entered the video buying and selling interface and searched for Chang Xu , Talking about Dreams, and a bunch of other names, I randomly selected a few to collect, planning to study them when I have time in the future.
Judging from the situation in "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School", team building props have become popular in a small area. If he directly attacks players with such complex backgrounds, it may cause unimaginable trouble.
If we meet again in the future, I'm afraid I have to think of other ways to deal with it, either to induce and use it, or to kill someone with a borrowed knife...
No matter which method is used, it is based on a thorough understanding of the target's behavior patterns and ways of thinking.
After the one-hour stay time expired, Qiss returned to reality and continued to lie dead.
Not long after I lay down, my phone rang again, and it was still the same unfamiliar number that I called yesterday.
Yesterday he took one look and hung up, but today, he picked up.
"Hello, is this Mr. Qi Lemingqi?" There was a young girl's voice on the other end of the phone, and her tone sounded like a salesman.
Qisi lay on his back, using his remaining consciousness to recall that the newly activated calling card in his mobile phone was left by his father.
He said: "Qi Leming is dead, I am his son."
"This is really sorry news, I hope you can forgive me." The other person said, "That's it, Qi My husband has previously joined our foundation’s one-to-one student aid program. This year is the tenth year. The funds he donated to us have been used up. You may need to pay back 200,000 federal dollars.”
"He has been dead for six years." Zis turned on the speakerphone and stared at the ceiling.
The other person paused for half a second and then said: "You may not know something. Mr. Qi signed a contract at that time. If the funding is stopped midway, it may affect the credibility of you and your descendants..."< br>
Qisi hung up the phone, blocked the number, and turned over.
The window next to the bed reflected the reflection of Xu Yao's pale face.
Xu Yao said: "If the ghost domain wants to maintain its operation, it needs to swallow one living person every month."
Qisi did a rough calculation and said: "The village is still There are forty-one living people left. After several copies are released, there will be even fewer left."
Xu Yao shook her head slightly: "The people in the village are all part of the ghost domain and are not counted as living people; they need to be outside. A fresh living person.”
"Really?" Qisi narrowed his eyes, "Is there a way to throw the body outside unconsciously and blur the time of death?"
"A radius of a hundred miles and seven days is fine." Xu Yao said.
So, Zis picked up the phone again and dialed the number that he had just blocked.
Thanks to Fushichensheng for the 500-point reward! Thanks to Meng Wuwang for the 100-point reward!
(End of this chapter)