[Name: Book of the Dead (Broken)]
[Effect: Make the holder assume the characteristics of the undead and gain some of the abilities of the undead]
Dean’s Office, behind the secret door, Qiss Holding a booklet with the texture of human skin, he lay quietly among the corpses, pretending to be a dead corpse.
The props he just got are just right for use. In a sense, he is lucky.
[The effect of the prop is ongoing and can be turned off automatically (after being turned off, it cannot be turned on again in this instance)]
[This effect has unknown hidden dangers. The longer it lasts, the greater the hidden danger]
[The negative impact of props on players may lead to dungeons]
Three lines of text are refreshed on the system interface , presenting a statement similar to the instructions for Chinese patent medicines, focusing on uncertainty.
Qisi finally understood why the effect of [Book of the Dead] was not activated when he got it into his hands.
The sound of "unknown hidden dangers" is enough to make people feel nervous, and the negative impact it will bring about the copy... is even more prohibitive.
Few people are willing to risk their lives and wealth until they are at the end of their rope.
"It looks a bit tricked. The effect description has to be refreshed after official use. Is this some kind of commercial fraud?"
Qisi complained silently, and an invitation came to mind. The scene when the letter brought him into the game.
——Don't tell him the points required, nor let him collect more information, for fear that he will regret it.
After Qisi pushed open the secret door, the corpse in the darkroom squirmed toward the door like a caterpillar. After a long while, no trace of the living person was found, it fell silent again, and lay back quietly in its place.
A pool of blood formed a lake under the corpse. Qisi huddled in a rare clean place, listening to the ticking sound of the hands of the fate pocket watch.
After he came out of the previous dream space, he was covered in mucus and charred ash left by the frogs, and he was as messy as a towel that had been crumpled and thrown into the fireplace.
There is no requirement for washing in the dungeon. Fortunately, he wears a white coat over the white shirt he wears underneath, which barely blocks out some dirt.
After realizing that if he wanted to avoid the refresh, he would most likely have to hide in a dark room filled with corpses, Qiss fell silent.
Okay, it’s already dirty anyway, it doesn’t matter if it gets a little dirtier.
Well, he's always been a happy-go-lucky guy.
As time passed by, the nasal cavity gradually became accustomed to the bloody and putrid smell in the air, and the skin also adapted to the overcast and cold temperature in the dark room.
Qisi listened to the sound of his heartbeat becoming softer and slower, blending into the deathly silence around him. Even if he put his hand on his heart, it was difficult to feel the obvious beating.
He guessed that this was one of the effects of the [Book of the Dead], and raised his hand to feel his breath.
My fingers have been infected by the environment and are as cold as well water, but the breath I exhale is even colder, like winter ice.
"I didn't expect that the effect of this book of the dead is quite strong."
Qis thought happily. In the future, it will be more convenient to install NPCs in the dungeon to deceive people and pretend to be ghosts to scare people. In his current situation, except for himself , anyone who sees him at first glance will think that he is a cold corpse.
Of course, the top priority is to understand the hidden dangers and negative effects of [Book of the Dead]. I hope there will not be such a bad setting as "if you use it too much, you will actually die."
“I wonder if there will be more information from Lu Zimo. Maybe I can ask him after I get out.”
Qisi calculated maliciously and turned his head. Watching the pointer of the destiny pocket watch move slowly, and the moment it crossed six o'clock, the entire pocket watch went black.
No, it wasn’t the surface that went dark, to be precise, the entire space fell into darkness.
The candle that was originally erected in the center of the room disappeared instantly without warning. It was not dead, but more like a hidden existence.
Everything disappeared, together with the smell, sound and temperature. Qis suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was just a consciousness, hanging inexplicably in a false consciousness space, with no real objects and no past. , and there is no future.
The feeling of emptiness only lasted for a moment. Thousands of silver-white fragments appeared out of thin air from the darkness, like a rewritten and run program, rendering every detail of the scene from the corners.
Qisi blinked, and when his vision settled again, the surrounding scene returned to what it was before it was refreshed.
The dim candlelight casts a flickering light, coating the surrounding pale corpses like cocoons with a dark yellow glaze.
The sound of fire, the rotten smell, and the cold returned one after another. Green pus and bright red condensation flowed under the corpse, but still did not touch the place where Qis curled up.
The bet was right, the darkroom in the dean's office was not affected by the world refresh.
Qisi glanced at the upper left corner of his vision and saw that the number of uses of [Soul Contract] had not been reversed.
‘Because I, as the party who signed the contract, did not participate in the refresh, does the contract not count as invalid? It’s really fair...’
He shook his head to himself and slowly sat up from the ground, trying not to make a sound.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s been lying down for a long time, but his muscles are a little stiff. Every time he moves, his joints feel like a machine that hasn’t been lubricated for a long time.
Chis spent half a minute sitting up straight, bending his legs, resting his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his palms, and fell into deep thought.
“Should I go out to explore, change a place to sleep, or just spend the night in a darkroom?”
Going out to explore is helpful to seize the opportunity, but it is easy to bump into Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan. In his current situation, one versus two would not be good.
Sleeping somewhere else... doesn't seem necessary. Don't move around when the program can still run. The same goes for weird games. If you're not in danger, it's better not to change places casually.
Chis thought endlessly, feeling sleepy rising like a tide.
He didn't sleep last night and experienced a lot today. His spirit was already exhausted. His consciousness was muddy and he soon lay down among the corpses and fell into sleep.
This time, I didn’t dream of the ghosts and monsters in the dungeon. Qiss sat awake in the consulting room of the mental hospital he visited twelve years ago. Opposite him sat a doctor with a vague face, and beside him stood a doctor with a vague face. Clear parents.
The ghost who has not dreamed for many years appears again, giving people a sense of relief of seeing each other again after a long absence.
Zeiss lay on the table, smacking the contents of the dream with great interest - or rather, the faded memory.
He is a person without much imagination and creativity, and most of what he dreams about is what he sees and hears.
In the illogical dream, fragmented scenes were connected one after another. Qiss somehow sat on the electric shock chair, and the same person was sitting on the electric shock chair in front of him, euphemistically calling it "accompanying him in treatment" The woman is his mother.
Qiss can understand his psychology, but he still cannot empathize with him.
So this time, he sighed with compassion: "I have to say that my existence is really a disaster for you. Fortunately, you died relatively early and the disaster did not last too long."< br>
The woman remained silent, only looking at Qiss with a smile that would never change in her memory. Qis suddenly felt that it was not interesting anymore.
The sound of "rustling" pierced into the dream, and the scene that was floating in the clouds and mist collapsed instantly, and the scattered fragments sank into the corners of the palace of thought, incomprehensible. .
Qisi opened his eyes and looked at the pool of blood and rotting corpses close at hand, and yawned.
The pointer of the destiny pocket watch points to nine o'clock.
With the dim candlelight illuminating his field of vision, Zeiss saw the corpses closest to the outside awkwardly getting up from the ground and stooping towards the door.
Then the corpses in the middle stood up one after another in the same posture and walked out of the secret door in an orderly manner.
The first two batches of corpses all left the dark room, and the corpse in the innermost staggered towards the door.
Qisi's position was close to the edge of the darkroom, without blocking the path to any corpse.
He waited quietly for all the corpses to come out of the secret door, and then followed them calmly.
All the corpses are female corpses. After arranging them in order, it can be recognized that the leader is a pregnant ghost named "Xu Qing", who is the deceased wife of Dean Cheng Ping.
All the corpses were lying down and piled together. If he hadn't stood up, Qiss wouldn't have noticed the familiar person.
The pregnant ghosts were lined up in a queue, twisting and turning like earthworms in the narrow office. For the first time, we could get a glimpse of the patrol team in the corridor at night.
Qisi Ling was at the end of the group. From his demeanor to his posture, he was extremely gregarious. Not a single ghost noticed that a man had slipped into the crowd.
At a quarter past nine, Xu Qing stepped into the dark doorway, followed by ghosts one after another. Qisi lowered his eyebrows and followed suit.
...
At Green Frog Hospital, Lin Chen hung up the phone, and the sweat from his palms smeared a layer of water on the phone.
The person who answered the phone was not Qisi, but Sun Dekuan. His words were cryptic and he didn't mention Qisi's whereabouts. He looked at it with suspicion.
The connection between consciousness has been broken for a long time. Combining the clues obtained in the dean's office, Lin Chen was extremely sure that something happened to Qisi.
Furthermore, there is a high probability that he was not simply harmed by ghosts, but was framed by players.
Otherwise, Sun Dekuan could have told the truth.
Lin Chen remembered that he had complained about Chiss' ruthlessness before, but now it seemed that he was too naive and took it for granted.
Slaughter players who benefit themselves at the expense of others exist objectively. Only by strictly guarding against and stifling every disadvantageous possibility will they not fall into a passive situation if they make a mistake.
The Kyushu Guild’s declaration of peace and cooperation was vulnerable in the face of the bloody facts. Lin Chen swallowed his saliva, swallowing a hint of bitterness at the bottom of his tongue, and subconsciously glanced sideways at the female teacher beside him.
The latter had been sitting calmly on the edge of the bed looking at him. At this moment, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and asked calmly: "Do you have anything to ask me? Maybe I can answer your part. Question.”
What...what do you mean?
Lin Chen swallowed again, feeling itchy in his heart, as if he had been run over by rough felt.
The female teacher was not in a hurry, she just sat elegantly and dignifiedly, put her hands on her knees, and tapped lightly.
Thousands of thoughts flashed through Lin Chen's mind, including whether the other party had discovered his contact with Qiss and learned of his suspicions.
Any speculation points to a bad outcome, but it will not get worse.
He stood up, took a deep breath, and asked: "How did you know that the bodies of Yu Kun and Bai Xiaowei were in the dean's office?"
"I installed positioning props on Yu Kun's body." The female teacher smiled Said.
Her light gray eyes were still emotionless: "After killing Yu Kun, I swapped his body with that of a pregnant woman, and put the numbered bracelet on the wrist of the pregnant woman's body. In his hand."
Is this a show of strength?
Lin Chen understood the meaning behind the words and his pupils narrowed.
He has read many TV series and novels and knows that when a villain confesses what he has done, he will either "die from talking too much" or kill someone to silence him.
Based on the strength comparison between him and the other party, it is obvious that the other party will not die from talking too much...
The female teacher looked at Lin Chen who was sweating coldly, raised her palm and lowered it again: "Sit down , I won’t kill you for the time being.”
I won’t kill you for the time being, does that mean I will kill you in the future?
Lin Chen's whole body stiffened, like a mouse being stared at by a cat, but his body retreated step by step uncontrollably and sat on the edge of the bed.
The female teacher continued: "You may not have noticed that along the way, many people were talking about rumors of pregnant women dying during surgeries. I don't think large-scale deaths would be accidental, and I tend to think that someone needs to collect the bodies. , hold some kind of ceremony.”
“It’s not your fault that you can’t think of this. Because of your lack of knowledge and experience, you are destined to be unable to broaden your reasoning thinking and find this way of thinking. And because I have more information. The amount was determined after discovering the refresh mechanism. There is a place specifically for storing corpses in this copy, and the rules are different from other places."
"I need a corpse to explore the path and find it. This place. Originally, I planned to use the dead Bai Xiaowei, but when I went to her death place again, her body had disappeared. I could only target Yu Kun and use some complicated methods to kill her. "I'm not sure my plan will succeed. After all, the scientific physiology and metaphysical properties of male corpses and female corpses are very different. But things went better than I thought, Yu Kun." The corpse successfully stood up at night and followed the team to a certain place."
"I also verified that the access to the corpse in this copy only depends on the location and the number on the bracelet. . This also provides me with more room for action in my next plan.”
Lin Chen's heart grew colder by the female teacher's words, and everything that had happened since entering the dungeon flashed before his eyes.
The female teacher stayed alone to take care of the frogs on the second day, and that night the players were attacked by a pregnant woman ghost; the female teacher returned to the hospital alone on the third day, and then Yu Kun died with only There was a pool of blood on the ground...
He wanted to retreat, but his body could not move. He could only ask indifferently: "Did you kill Yu Kun just to let his body explore the way?"
The female teacher tilted her head, as if she was wondering why he asked so much: "Lin Chen, I know you are an ordinary person with a simple sense of justice, but do you really think that someone would be willing to do it without anything? Is it profitable to seek justice for strangers and dead people? ”
“The definition and even examples of justice are false propositions full of paradoxes, and they exist based on the need for group identity and stability. Justice itself has no practical use except to deceive fools and tame the crowd.”
Lin Chen stared intently at the unfocused eyes of the female teacher. A strong feeling of discomfort accumulated in his heart, as if his chest was filled with sea water.
He can understand the essence of universal values and public order and good customs, but he never intends to be a member of those who play with and exploit the rules, and become hateful in the world of flies and dogs.
After a long silence, he asked: "Who are you?"
Hearing this, the female teacher suddenly smiled, a distant, empty and transparent smile.
She said in an unchanging tone: "I am not anyone, and I can be anyone. Of course, you can temporarily think that I am -"
"'Sila'." (End of this chapter)