"Zizi ... Zi ... Zizi ..."
In the small room of dark and light, the current sounds intermittently.
Chiss sat in a chair, firmly fixed by the straitjacket and leather straps, leaning back half-deadly.
The prop bar is neatly placed right below the field of vision and is not blocked. He can call certain props at any time to cut off the constraints on his body.
But this is not necessary.
He drank a bowl of disgusting tadpole soup just to get into the game. If he woke up from his dream because of too much struggle and missed some key clues, the gain would outweigh the loss.
After the initial confusion, Zeiss gradually adapted to the rhythm of electric shocks and found the rules.
For example, there will be a two-second pause after each electric shock. One second can be used to adjust the state, and the remaining second can be used for fragmented thinking.
For another example, after every three electric shocks, some fragmented images will flash in the mind. Sometimes they are sentences without beginning or end, and sometimes they are severely exposed scenes.
Under the light gray sky, the dark green forests formed clusters, suffocatingly surrounding the ponds that were rendered as green as moss by algae.
The layers of blood-stained scales separated into ocher and dark purple layers in the water, which were diluted and dispersed into translucent bright red and light pink.
The swollen baby corpse at the bottom of the pool shed pieces of pale flesh, and after dissolving in the water, a yellow tooth-like grease floated, accumulating on the algae leaves, and forming oily-green ulcers.
"Cheng Ping, you are crazy! Do you want your life?"
Eager voice.
"Wake up, let me ask you, what is two plus two equal to?... Wrong, it should be equal to five."
An indifferent voice.
"Sorry, people cannot be resurrected after death, and Xu Qing would not want you to be so depressed if she were alive."
A worried voice.
Zis divided all the information into categories, arranged and combined them during the intervals between electric shocks, and tried to analyze it as calmly as possible.
First, judging from the name of the image in his mind, the character Cheng An he plays has part of the memory of Dean Cheng Ping, and the relationship may not be just an ordinary colleague or acquaintance.
Ziss has learned that there is a misinformation effect in psychology. The human brain will subconsciously fuse the received information with its own memory, thus forming a completely wrong memory.
Although people will unconsciously attach the memories of others they have witnessed or heard to themselves, they will never misremember their own name and identity - the latter already belongs to the category of mental illness.
Of course, judging from the current situation, it is true that Cheng An has mental illness, otherwise he would not frequently fall into hallucinations and be tied here at this moment and receive electric shock treatment.
Second, it can be inferred from the content of the video that Cheng Ping was stimulated after Xu Qing's death and most likely did something outrageous.
This kind of thing is definitely not the trivial things like "killing baby girls" or "murdering pregnant women" as Cheng An said before, but something more crazy that can shake the interests of many people.
He seemed to have run into some trouble because of this. Electric shock therapy, a method of treating mental illness, could not be ruled out as targeting him.
“This is the pain I have endured, so out of the responsibility-sharing effect, let me experience it too, so that I can feel the same as him?”
Qisi looked at the void in front of him and felt. He twitched the corners of his lips in amusement.
He has always been a very adaptable person. He can adapt to the eating frequency of one meal every two days by starving himself a few times, and he can stab himself without changing his face by dying a few times. At this moment, He had become accustomed to using the intervals between electric shocks to think intermittently.
"I ran out of the office with Sun Dekuan, and I can confirm that I did not have direct contact with anything weird."
"Entering the office cannot be a death condition, otherwise the key clues are destined to be unable to be passed on, and the TE line of this copy will not be able to be opened - even if the control of the world is not strong, Weird Games will not arrange unsolvable questions."
"The possibility of 'being the last to leave the office' as a condition for death cannot be ruled out, but the probability is not high, because the order of leaving often depends on luck. Without any clues, it is obviously not possible to decide life or death based on this. Unfair."
"The difference between me and Sun Dekuan is that I have access to the documents on the table, and...my identity is Cheng An who has more contact with the dean."
< br>"Well, it's a common routine in second-rate games to complete the prerequisites and start a new plot."
Chis joked in his heart, and at the same time consciously divided his mind into two halves, one half for thinking and analysis, and half is used to receive image fragments produced by electric shocks.
Fragmented pictures and words were interspersed and reorganized before his eyes like a puzzle. One moment, Ziss was a witness from a first-person perspective, and the next moment, he flew to the sky and looked down from a God's perspective.
In the picture created by the phantom of memory, beside a pond crowded with frogs and carrion corpses, a man with a blurry face walked out of the forest.
Wearing a white coat, he was carrying a woman's body on his back, and holding a dead baby covered in bruises. He ignored the dirt and putrid smell and stepped into the rust-green pond.
The frogs in the pond started chirping noisily as if they had seen their enemies. One after another, they jumped on the man's arms, shoulders and head, growing sharp nails to dig into his skin. Biting his earlobes and neck desperately.
The frogs bit off piece after piece of meat, and he turned into a bloody man in a few seconds, walking steadily towards the center of the pond step by step.
The woman's back was dripping with thick blood, which merged with the fresh blood left by his injury, dragging a bright red highlight on the water, like eyes that were squinted open. .
As the man walked, he muttered something, and the frog on his body suddenly stopped moving. Like a dead cicada, it fell off like sand and fell into the pool water with a "plop".
The rotten water in the pond surged violently, and blue, green, or red evil spirits flew back and forth under the water, but they could not get close to the man.
A white stone platform rose from the ground in the center of the pool and stopped in front of the man.
The man placed the female corpse on his back and the infant corpse in his arms side by side on the stone platform. He cut the blood vessels in his wrist with his nails and smeared symbols on the stone platform with the gurgling blood.
As the symbols were drawn, the female corpse sat up straight, and the dead baby next to her also let out a howl at the top of her lungs.
The two corpses were given the characteristics of living people, but the death energy on their bodies did not diminish at all, giving people a sense of terror.
The man was not afraid. Instead, he came closer and murmured tenderly: "Aqing, Xiaoyu, when I complete the final ritual, I will definitely be able to truly resurrect you..."
"Ritual"?
Qisi caught the keyword, his mind moved slightly, and his eyes moved upward.
On the stone platform where the corpses were laid out, a statue of the Virgin holding a baby appeared at some point, and its shadow enveloped half of the pond.
The white marble body is spotless, and the details from the hair, eyelashes to the pleats of the clothes are clearly visible. The skirt is embroidered with patterns of the starry sky, marine life and vegetation, as if a living person is blinking. Sealed with lime.
He sat quietly and relaxedly, with downcast eyes on his soft face, looking at the baby in his arms with compassion and kindness, as if he had no awareness of the death and blood around him, and seemed to be indifferent through the baby overlooking all living beings.
It was clearly a sacred scene, but it was indescribably weird under the pool of blood and the surrounding corpses.
The veins on Qisi’s forehead suddenly jumped, like an instinctive warning hidden in his genes.
My heart seemed to be wrapped tightly with a piece of frosted paper, and there were bursts of itching from the inside out.
Several non-narrative information flashed in his mind, and he suddenly knew that the god corresponding to the ritual had died, and the remnants left behind were completely weird. He didn’t know what kind of malicious existence would emerge from the remains. Climb out...
[The hidden effect of the identity card "Peeper" has been triggered and cannot be activated again in this copy]
[Remarks: The chief priest who planned the disaster wanders around the gods. He is always behind the banquets, conspiracies and oracles, and he knows the secrets of the gods. 】
My mind was broken, and the blood-colored card in the upper right corner of my vision flashed with a strange red light. There was a moment of reflection and an illusion of inspiration in front of my eyes.
From this, Qiss understood that the hidden effect of the [Scarlet Priest] card is to gain knowledge on the level of some gods, and the trigger condition is to look at the god's derivatives...
The lingering ghosts of things like gods are not a thing after all. Good sign.
It is known that the relationship between weird games and gods is inextricably linked. The more contact there is, the closer it is to the core of the game, and the easier it is to attract the attention of high-ranking beings.
But for Qis, who covets the throne of God, knowledge about gods is exactly what he needs.
Information is precious at all times, especially the so-called "secrets" that are not widely spread... "Shhh——"
On the card, the officiant in red slowly raised his index finger to the corner of his lips, and a sea of blood and corpses bloomed in his scarlet eyes.
“Zizi...”
Another electric shock, and Qis’s mind fell to the ground from the patchwork of phantoms.
After this electric shock, fragments of images flashed through my memory again.
The content is repetitive with those that have appeared before, and I wonder if the amount of information that can be given has been squeezed out.
After reviewing everything he had just seen, Qisi couldn't help but sigh: "In order to resurrect his wife and son, he did not hesitate to risk a ceremony. It is such a cliché and stupid plot..."
He suddenly remembered the old routine in "Double Happiness Town" in which the gourd boy saves his grandfather and ends up being destroyed in the town. It's the same incomprehensible, the same... it's hard to describe in a word.
Value will be lost in the process of transmission, and sacrificing oneself for others is an uneconomical transaction, even if the other party is an acquaintance or lover.
What's more, there are huge risks and costs behind it...
Chiss estimated that he would never be able to empathize with this in his life.
Having almost collected the information, he controlled the cursed pendulum to fly out from his cuffs, starting from the collar and cutting downwards through the straitjacket on his body.
I thought it would be easy to cut through the restraints, but I never thought that the pendulum only moved two centimeters before sinking softly into the cloth. All its strength was removed, and it was even difficult to recall it through thoughts.
Qisi's eyelids twitched slightly, and he had a vague feeling that things were in trouble.
He struggled to control the pendulum to fly up again, changed its direction, and cut the leather straps binding his limbs.
Visual inspection shows that the soft belt is hard and cannot be damaged by the pendulum.
There were no doors or windows in the room, and there was nothing but an iron bed with a female body on display.
Chiss was tightly tied to the chair, and the props that were expected to easily help him change his predicament could not rescue him.
There is no key, no prompt, only boundless darkness, bloody smell, and continuous electric shocks...
In front of me, the blood on the female body is gushing more and more, and the edge of the blood pool is close to Qisi's body. The toes are only half a palm away, and will soon touch the soles of his feet, climbing up along the tops of his feet and ankles...
Getting blood on your hands is never a good thing, and most missions have a time limit, either explicit or implicit.
The pool of blood on the ground is undoubtedly an implicit time limit.
The situation is much worse than imagined.
Qisi took in a breath of cold air and narrowed his eyes into a narrow line.
……
Green Frog Hospital, Dean's Office.
There is a small white marble statue in the center of the purple desk. The Virgin holding the body lowered her eyes lovingly.
Neatly stacked documents were stacked on both sides. Most of the handwriting was blurred, and only a few were legible.
Lin Chen and the female teacher stood in front of the table and carefully read the three letters on the table.
【Dear Sir (DATA EXPUNGED):】
[…All the patients admitted to Ward 404… have had their personalities changed to a certain extent after being admitted. ]
[Dr. Cheng An, who was supposed to strictly abide by the rules, actually rushed out of the room like crazy in the middle of the night and fainted in the corridor...]
[The other three people with clean backgrounds The patients voluntarily walked out of the ward while they were awake. I am sure they were not suffering from sleepwalking...]
[...]
[Sir, I think you must know something...]
[(DATA EXPUNGED)]
……
[Dear Sir (DATA EXPUNGED):]
[Thank you for informing me about that matter... I will definitely be there Get everything sorted before the deadline. 】
【...I have been observing them calmly and restrainedly for the past two days...I hope they can help us complete the last step within five days, as you predicted...】
[However, they still brought me some surprises. Last night at the Green Frog Hospital, they actually came up with a clever plan to use female ghosts to deal with those damn frogs! …]
[…]
[(data deleted)]
……
[Dear Sir (data deleted):]< br>
[…I led Cheng An and a patient to the fake office and successfully separated them. I believe that without Cheng An’s mischief, they would no longer be able to cause any trouble. 】
[How to deal with Cheng An is a troublesome problem. Too strict and accurate calculations are really not conducive to flexibility. The three extra people who died before have already eaten up most of the error tolerance. If one more person dies... that would be really bad. Too bad! 】
【Keep him for now, he can't escape...】
[…]
[(Data deleted)]
Lin Chen looked at the letter, sweat dripping down his back, and felt as if there was a pair of sinister eyes spying on his every move in the dark, seeing everything he did.
That person knows the existence of the players, knows their behavior, and even wants to use the players to achieve a certain purpose...
More importantly, the letter said that " Cheng An" was trapped and unable to escape.
Does Chisi know that he is entering a fake office? What state is he in now, and why is his consciousness disconnected?
No, calm down, the person in the letter is obviously trying to avoid the situation. He does not intend to kill him immediately. He... must have a way to get out of trouble, right?
Lin Chen comforted himself, but more unfavorable information flashed before his eyes.
What is the message behind "data deletion"? Who is the recipient? How does the writer know so much information?
It’s scary to think about it.
The female teacher suddenly walked towards the wall beside her desk, raised her hand and slapped it three times.
A crisp "pop" sound sounded, indicating that there was a hidden space behind the wall.
The female teacher raised her leg and kicked it against the wall, and a secret door that was only large enough for one person to pass through quietly opened.
The smell of blood and putrid smell hit his face. Lin Chen took a look from a distance and saw densely packed dead bodies inside.
The two corpses closest to the edge bear faces he was familiar with.
The female player Bai Xiaowei died on the first day and...Yu Kun died on the second day! (End of this chapter)