Chiss paused by the window for a long time without saying a word.
Lin Chen came closer and looked down at the huge pit outside the window with the light of the lantern in Qisi's hand.
This is a mass grave, maybe even a mass grave.
The piles of white bones form a vast ocean, stacked up to the end of the field of vision. In some places, there are pyramid-shaped graves, all made of skeletons made of bricks and stones.
The two corpses left by the old man who died twice are lying on the top of the grave. I don’t know who moved them there. The exact same face and different wounds are very similar to the bug that occurs when refreshing NPC in third-rate online games. It is weird and funny.
The pile of corpses was already piled very high. The players' rooms were on the second floor, less than three meters above the ground. They were within easy reach of the top of the pile of corpses.
The rotting stench and thick bloody smell poured into the nasal cavity along the small hole in the window, and the dead eyes of the dead seemed to be stuck to the players' faces at any time.
A thin layer of paper window will not help, but the psychological comfort it provides is better than nothing.
"This...these corpses are all dead townspeople? How come there are so many?" Lin Chen opened his mouth for a long time before asking in a hesitant voice.
Even though he has been playing in the spooky game for a month and is ranked high on the newcomer list, it is difficult to change his deep-rooted taboo against corpses and ghosts.
As soon as you open the window, you will see a pile of corpses in horrible dead shapes. You don't know when they will appear, and even the bravest people will be frightened.
"It seems so. Of course, if people other than the townspeople die, the corpses will be refreshed here." Qis looked at the skeleton tower in the farthest place and said with a smile, "Wait for us There are dead people among them, so maybe we can figure out this problem."
Lin Chen said that he was not comforted by this hell joke at all, but felt even more uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Ziss did not intend to go into depth on the topic of the categories of the dead.
The young man half-closed his eyes and said calmly: "If we can survive tomorrow, maybe we can ask the so-called 'Master Meng'. If the dead are not buried in the ground, but thrown into an open pit, is it right? What’s the point?”
In ancient and modern times, most people at home and abroad pay attention to "rest in peace". The end of "exposing the body in the wilderness" can be described as miserable, and it can even be used as a means of punishment, curse, and revenge.
In the ancient times of Long County, the bones of homeless people or criminals who had committed heinous crimes were often dumped in mass graves after death.
But looking at the scale of the mass grave in Yanghua Town, most of the dead townspeople are probably destined to be here - what is the reason?
Lin Chen thought: "Brother Qi, do you think it is possible that these corpses were specially left for tigers to eat? For example, in order to avoid being hurt by tigers, the townspeople deliberately threw the corpses to tigers to achieve a certain goal. An agreement and a tacit understanding?”
“If this is the case, then this tiger doesn’t seem to know how to cherish food at all.”
Qiss sat on the bed, a strange smile curled up on his lips.
“I just observed that the corpse on the surface layer is completely in a state of natural decay. Even if the skeleton is damaged, it is still in the category of weathered cartilage and scattered bones.
“ At least among the corpses I could see, there were no traces of tiger gnawing or tearing. Of course, it is also possible that it is buried underneath and is too far away to see clearly. "
Lin Chen clicked the implication of Qisi's words and frowned: "When I was first trapped in the bamboo forest, I seemed to have heard a sound similar to the roar of a tiger..."
"The tiger is It must exist, otherwise our main tasks, side tasks and background narration would not be valid. ”
Qisi put the lantern back on the bedside table and lay down on the bed: "The question is what is the relationship between this tiger and the townspeople - do you still remember what the townspeople said?"
Lin Chen With a stern look on his face, he murmured: "When the townspeople surrounded us, they said - 'Go and ask Mr. Meng to come and ask the mountain god what he means!'"
"Bang!"
< br>There was a sound of a watch in the distance, hammering down heavily in the night sky and scattering in all directions.
“At the first watch of Xu Shi, the sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of the fire!”
The watchman's shouts were hoarse and dull, making people inexplicably quiet and afraid to speak loudly.
It seems that after night falls, the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers no longer belong to humans, but have become a forbidden area for beasts, ghosts and gods.
"Go to bed early." Qisi covered himself with a quilt, turned over, turned his back to Lin Chen, and closed his eyes.
......
In the room on the left side of the second floor, Luo Haihua and Luo Jianhua struggled to push the bed to the door away from the window, and then pushed a bedside table to the window.
They worked together to lift another nightstand and place it on top of the first one, just blocking the window.
The bloody smell outside the window was too noticeable. As soon as they entered the house, they went straight to the window and saw the pile of corpses behind the wooden building.
The shock brought by the huge number was far beyond that of the dead people and ghosts they had seen in the past. Fortunately, their psychological quality was good, so they were not scared out of their wits.
The paper window with several holes in it looks too unreliable. God knows whether the corpse outside will come alive at night and break in through the window.
Luo Haihua made a quick decision and decided to find something to block the window, which was approved by Luo Jianhua.
Let's not talk about whether it can block the ghost, at least it will give peace of mind.
Doing everything well, Luo Haihua and Luo Jianhua collapsed on the bed, panting.
In the darkness, only the lantern placed on the floor flickered on and off, flickering like a will-o'-the-wisp.
The couple lying in a strange environment couldn't sleep for a while, so they just started chatting with each other.
“Jianhua, it’s really unlucky. We are about to retire and have made several travel guides. Suddenly this happened. It’s hard to say whether we can receive retirement salary now. It’s really up to the federal government. Save money.”
"I told you a long time ago, don't meddle in other people's business and just teach safely. That little brat got into trouble outside the school and was beaten up, but you still had to protect him. You are really..."
"That's my student, of course I have to take care of it. Aren't you the same? You didn't teach me, and you came to start a fight. They found you and called the police, and beat you the hardest."
"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to cope with it? You, a person like me, have told you to leave it alone..."
Luo Jianhua stopped talking.
Suddenly he heard the sound of fingers rubbing on the paper window, and then the sound of "pop" breaking the paper.
"Dong, dong, dong."
Three gentle knocks sounded in the direction of the window, like sharp nails tapping lightly on the wood.
Even if they didn't actually see it, the two people in the room could still imagine the scene of the ghost's claws penetrating the window and knocking on the bedside table.
The window has been blocked by the bedside table, and no one can see what is happening outside the window.
A variety of imaginative and creepy sounds are vivid and unusual in the silent night.
Someone seemed to be talking downstairs, gibbering. I couldn't understand the specific meaning, but I could detect the arrogance of the tone.
"Woooooooo..."
Someone was crying sadly, and fear filled the air, making people want to scream and run away.
"Tear!" The sound of something being torn into pieces.
"Beep, Beep..." is the sound of burning flames.
The smell of burning barbecue curled into the window and lingered on the noses of the two people in the house.
Luo Jianhua hugged Luo Haihua tightly and stretched out his arms to protect her; Luo Haihua held her breath and stared at the bedside table.
The two of them didn't dare to move at all. Sweat seeped out of their pores, soaked into the fabric on their bodies, and dripped into the sheets.
"Whoosh——" A subtle friction sound sounded. The ghost hand that reached into the window probably found that he couldn't push the bedside table open, so he chose to retreat.
The strange sounds and burnt smell receded without leaving a trace, coming and going as quickly as the tide of a river.
Has the point of death passed? It seems so.
Luo Haihua breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand and gently patted the back of Luo Jianhua's hand.
Luo Jianhua let go of the hand protecting her, but his expression remained solemn.
The lantern on the floor next to the bed suddenly lit up surprisingly brightly, and the flames inside shot up.
The wind that came from nowhere blew down the lampshade, and the candle flame burned through the lantern paper in a few seconds and climbed up the bed sheet.
The billowing smoke poured in from every corner of the room, and the fire rushed to the ceiling in a few seconds. It was not like a fire caused by a lantern at all, but rather like the fire had been burning here for a long time. However, it was hidden by some kind of power before, and was released at this time.
“Run!”
Luo Jianhua pulled Luo Haihua and retreated towards the door, hitting the door panel heavily with his back.
He turned around and pushed the door, making a loud bang.
"Clatter--" The sound of the chain shaking was carried by the vibration of the wooden door for a while.
The two of them then remembered that the door had been locked.
......
In the middle room on the second floor, Lin Chen fell asleep in a daze for a while. Suddenly, he was startled in his sleep. His whole body seemed to be touched, and he opened his eyes suddenly. When he opened his eyes, his consciousness came to his senses in just a few seconds.
He turned his head sideways and subconsciously looked in the direction of Qiss. In the dim light of the lantern, he saw a pair of open eyes, as bright as the pupils of a beast.
Did Zeiss wake up too? It seems that waking up at night is the mechanism of the dungeon. I'm afraid something big will happen later...
Lin Chen was worried, he couldn't help but hold the medical record tightly, and at the same time took out the [Umbrella Full of Pain Written on It] from the item bar. 】, held in his arms.
Qisi seemed to be amused by his appearance of facing a formidable enemy, and chuckled: "Don't be so nervous. If you can't sleep, just chat for a while."
Chat? As expected of a boss, he is still in the mood to chat?
Lin Chen was in awe, but also relaxed slightly. His eyes passed through the window and landed on the lantern placed on the bedside table.
The orange flame jumps nimbly, passing through the blur and scattering of the paper lampshade, transmitting warm light and heat in all directions. In the silent night, you can even hear the sound of burning.
But it does not actually mean light and sound, but a part of this dark and silent night.
It is not as bright as electric lights, nor is it as lively as modern industry. Just like this, Ai Ai and Wen Wen are burning weakly, unable to dispel the fear that comes with the night.
"Brother Qi, do you think that players with the identity of 'Ghost' and people who are in the same room with 'Ghost' are really bound to die?" Lin Chen asked softly.
"Ghost" and "Human" are the identities assigned by the copy. Before the killing begins, everyone is equally innocent.
Even if players do kill each other, it is because of the force of the game and cannot be blamed on specific individuals.
If you have to die on the first day just because you are assigned a certain identity, just because you have the same main mission as the "Ghost", then this game is too unfair.
But from beginning to end, no player has ever raised this point.
After discovering that they could not violate the rules set by the townspeople, everyone accepted the arrangement in which someone must die. They also followed Zis's suggestion and chose the room division method with the least loss.
Lin Chen had a strange intuition: "If the 'ghost' will die no matter what, then this copy will test luck too, right?"
"Not necessarily." Qisi shook his head slightly, "None of us are 'ghosts', and the information we know is limited to 'humans' understanding of 'ghosts', so from our perspective, this werewolf killing game is not Fair.
“But how are you sure that the 'Ghost' camp has no other trump cards? The information gap exists objectively, and the game does not set up a certain death situation, and the "ghost" may not have a way to break the situation.
“Whether it’s a ‘human’ or a ‘ghost’, our enemies are all townspeople. As an experienced player, there should be no objection to this point of view.”
Lin Chen understood: "So, Brother Qi, what you said at that time was to confuse the old man, so as not to be discovered by the townspeople, that our two camps might reach an alliance?"
"Absolutely." Qi Si smiled and nodded, "It's also a test by the way. If my observations are correct, Luo Haihua and his wife most likely belong to the same camp, while Qiu Xin and Tang Yu don't trust each other..."
In front of his eyes, all the words and actions of the players from the time they entered the dungeon until now appeared.
He had met Tang Yu before. In the image transmitted from Liu Yuhan's soul blade, the two had been teammates several times before they separated for unknown reasons.
Tang Yu is basically from Jiuzhou and has a good relationship with Luo Haihua and his wife. During the self-introduction session, he hid these points for unknown reasons.
Qiu Xin’s identity and origin are unknown. Most of the time, he doesn’t speak much and has little sense of existence. It’s impossible to make a more accurate judgment.
However, according to the data that Chang Xu said that massacre players accounted for 20%, there is already a massacre player in this copy, and the probability of a massacre player with hatred is only about 0.4.
After all, this is a team survival dungeon, and the background is not full of villains like "The Grand Show".
Of course, empiricism is not advisable. The current situation is turbulent, and no one knows whether there will be some changes in Weird Game.
Whether it is rationally or emotionally, Ziss is equally suspicious of everyone whose soul is not under his control, and harbors the greatest hostility, striving to find opportunities to eliminate the threat.
"Qi...Brother Qi!" Lin Chen suddenly pointed to the corner under the bedside table, his eyes widened, "There seems to be a piece of paper here!"
Qisi looked in the direction he indicated. go.
Under the base of the bedside table, there is a piece of yellowed paper, which seems to have writing on it. Only one corner is exposed, which cannot be seen clearly in the light in the room.
Lin Chen bent down and picked up the piece of paper, shining it again and again in the light of the lantern, but couldn't see clearly what was written on it.
Chis sighed, took out the flashlight from his backpack, and pressed the switch.
The white light that should have been dazzling took on a dim yellow color, almost the same as the dim light brought by the lantern, blending into the darkness of the night.
The light and shade of this copy seem to be controlled by some kind of force and cannot be changed by the player's means.
It seems to be telling the players that the nightfall should be the end of the day, and they are not allowed to burn ointment and continue the sundial to encroach on the time that belongs to ghosts and gods.
"Let's read it tomorrow." Qisi put away the flashlight and lay down again, "This copy seems to care about our health and doesn't intend to let us stay up late reading at night."
Lin Chen didn't respond.
He stuffed the piece of paper back into the gap under the bedside table and frowned slightly: "Brother Qi, why do you think this dungeon is designed like this? I've read thousands of guide posts on the forum, but none of them have been mentioned. "The lighting props have been weakened."
Ziss praised: "The idea is good. I have learned to think about the problem from the perspective of a game designer..."
"Huh?"
"Who knows? At least I don't know."
Outside the door, there was a sound of the clock--
"Bang, bang!"
"At the second watch of Haishi, close the doors and windows to guard against people and ghosts!" (End of this chapter)