Infinite weird games

In the cafeteria of Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, the eight remaining players sat in silence around the dining table.

Dark green moss has covered the entire school, fern leaves cover the narrow windows, and the cracks in the walls are filled with blue-white mushrooms, which tirelessly exude a putrid smell.

Everything is growing vigorously, except humans.

At noon on June 3, Ms. Medina announced in a sad tone that because everyone in the school was infected with insomnia, Mr. Tolson sealed off the entire school in order to curb the spread of the epidemic.

People in the school cannot leave, and supplies from outside will no longer be brought in. Everyone can only be trapped in the silent cement house, fending for themselves.

Compared with the timeline of archive records, the timeline of the dungeon has sped up a lot of processes, directly making the issue of the most basic survival materials become the biggest crisis faced by players.

Although many players have prepared dry food, it is simply impossible to survive the next five days comfortably.

Calculating all the dry food in the player group together, almost everyone can only eat half full at each meal to survive until the last day; and this is without counting the losses caused by actions. If the players need Exploring or fighting will only consume more.

The cafeteria at noon only served some rotten vegetables, the last remnants that Ms. Medina got from the nooks and crannies.

The players ate their last lunch in misery, and then began an afternoon of vomiting and diarrhea.

In the evening, the cafeteria stops serving dinner.

Some players who brought food carefully calculated their food intake and consumed just enough dry food to relieve hunger; some players who did not bring food and had no connections could only explore the maple forest, hoping to follow the routine of wilderness survival dungeons. food.

There was nothing edible in the maple forest, except for mushrooms that were poisonous to the naked eye and pine cones covered with smelly spores. The players were in vain, staring at the people with food with palpable malice.

Under normal circumstances, they would have been fighting for resources. But they couldn't bear it. There had just been a melee in the morning, and everyone was seriously injured. They didn't dare to cause new casualties.

At this moment, there are Jiang Junjue and three people on the scene. Although the order of public order and good customs is broken, it can still be barely maintained.

Everyone finished the dinner unhappily, without any thought of moving, and lay in a heap on the table.

In a state of hunger, the condition of insomnia worsened. Half of the players developed high fevers. Their whole bodies were as hot as burning coals. They could not help but shiver when the wind blew, and they had to stop to rest after taking a few steps.

The other half of the players also had a hard time. Large areas of mud covered their bodies, giving them the texture of clay figures. All kinds of messy patterns flew by in front of their eyes, and the boundaries between reality and fiction were blurred.

Extremely tired and weak, they still couldn't sleep and began to wake up and dream. In this waking dream, their hallucinations are connected and visible to everyone.

The not-so-large canteen was overcrowded for a while. White-haired old people, cute children, beautiful women, and countless phantoms came and went, making it gradually difficult to distinguish real people from fake ones.

No one except the player himself knows the ownership of these illusions, so the vines of thinking materialize into blue or green branches, entangling the owner of the illusion with the illusion, just like Lianliankan in a children's game.

Someone saw a small male gamer leading a plump and charming beauty. A male gamer wearing earrings was actually held together by the phantom of a muscular man. While he was amazed, he couldn't help but worry about his privacy. Helplessly, the less willing you are to think about something, the more things will come out uncontrollably.

So the players quickly reached a consensus and closed their eyes, not to see other people's hallucinations.

At eight o'clock in the evening, players had to follow the rules and enter the bathroom to take a cold shower.

During the bathing process, the three players with the largest areas of soil on their bodies suddenly called out "itching" and scratched their backs and various locations crazily.

A large amount of mud washed away from their scratching places and they became visibly weakened, as if what was being washed away was their souls.

Taking a lesson from the unlucky guy on the first day, they immediately realized what they were about to encounter. They dug uncontrollably all over their bodies, screamed in fear, and looked at Jiang Junjue for help.

A cry for help and a cry for help came one after another, filling the entire bathroom, and the echoes lingered for a long time, like the repetition of a devil's mischief.

Jiang Junjue quickly turned off the shower for these three people, pushed them to the dry ground, and asked them to dry the water stains on their bodies with towels.

They followed the instructions one by one, but it didn't help. Instead, the itching became more and more painful, and after reaching a certain point, it turned into pain.

They howled in pain, rolled on the ground in pain, and began to turn into dirt from the edges, scattering on the ground.

No one knew how to save them. The players stood helplessly in a circle with water drops hanging on their bodies, watching the death of their companions.

A person's sadness is limited. When he has seen enough deaths, or he is unfortunate enough, it will be difficult to express enough sadness for the death of others.

Players may feel that something has harmed their kind, but more of them feel lucky to have survived the disaster. Some people even expressed secret joy: this time the soil was not eaten by ghosts and monsters, and was completely preserved and alive. A person has three ingredients for dispensing medicine in an instant...

Chen Lidong tested the potion on himself as early as the beginning. Players all know that the cruel formula is effective. What is missing now is sufficient materials-or, in other words, dead people.

At night, the players returned to their dormitories with their own thoughts and lay down on their beds to rest.

The hallucination is more serious than the night before. Among the ghosts of the original aboriginal children, there are also the souls of dead players.

The dead no longer lie quietly on the bed, but begin to walk towards the player. Some even stretch out their pale paws to touch the player's face, with attachment and jealousy towards the living in their eyes.

Jiang Junjue saw Sun Lin.

The roommate who died on the first night, with blood and tears in his eyes and covered with yellow flowers and butterflies on his back, sat down by his bed and strangled his neck.

It was clearly in the dim light, but Jiang Junjue could see clearly. He could even see the wriggling caterpillars hatched from the eggs on the yellow flowers growing in the flesh of the corpse.

The blood and tears of the dead fell on his neck drop by drop, feeling cold and itchy. His tongueless mouth opened and closed, as if questioning why he refused to save him.

Jiang Junjue didn't answer. He pulled out the evil-proofing sword from the toolbar with his backhand and stabbed Sun Lin in the face. He didn't want to but missed the target.

The dead quietly scattered into yellow flowers on the ground, and the broken powder disappeared into the ground, disappearing.

Two seconds later, the same ghost condensed at the door, staring sadly and angrily at the only human in the room.

Jiang Junjue choked violently due to fever and suffocation, but still struggled to sit up and held the long sword in front of him.

The blood drops on his neck slid down and soaked the sheets. He lowered his head and saw only a red flower blooming from the blood drop on the sheet, blinking like an eye.

Jiang Junjue was not sure whether this scene was a hallucination or reality. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he simply sat with his sword in his arms all night. It wasn't until Ms. Medina checked her bed with a flashlight on her high heels that she lay down on her back. .

Other players also encountered a similar situation to a greater or lesser extent. When they appeared in the cafeteria early on the morning of June 4th, they all had thick dark circles under their eyes and were in low spirits.

After counting, four players died at the hands of ghosts because they violated the rules in fear, and poisonous mushrooms grew on their bodies.

Two other players were seriously injured in the fight on the morning of June 3 and died of blood loss. Yellow flowers bloomed on their bodies and the bodies of yellow butterflies scattered on them.

The materials for dispensing the medicine were gathered together at once.

In the face of life, no one is hypocritical anymore. The players shouted the slogan "Don't waste the sacrifice of your companions", took the materials from the dead body, mixed them according to the proportion, and sent them to the kitchen for cooking.

After the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School was sealed off, Ms. Medina showed no signs of stopping and adopted a free-ranging attitude towards the students. This undoubtedly facilitates players' actions.

At twelve o'clock at noon, all the potions were brewed. The cement-colored pus was rolling in the iron pot, as if it were cooking an evil god covered in blisters from the Greek mythology.

The level was about to be cleared, and the players didn't care about being picky. They swarmed up to grab the edge of the pot and swallowed the thick paste inside.

Chen Lidong looked anxiously at the countdown on the system interface. There were 32 minutes left, which was the deadline for the task assigned to him by Ms. Medina.

As long as you can leave the instance before the countdown ends, you still have a chance...

He must live, and he must save his wife...

[Task time: 30 minutes]

The players all drank their share of the potion, and the traces of soil on their bodies faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sleepiness accumulated over the past few days was welling up in their heads. Everyone's eyelids were twitching, and some of them even fell asleep while standing.

Chen Lidong stared at the system interface. The prompt that the main mission was completed had not yet arrived. The countdown in the mission time column was still changing. There was no doubt that the copy was still in progress.

What exactly went wrong?

[Main mission: Configure enough potion to cure everyone’s “insomnia”]

everyone...

His mind touched a certain blind spot, and Chen Lidong felt as if electric current was passing through his body: "Yes, how could I forget? Ms. Medina also suffers from insomnia and needs medicine..."

All the materials have been used up. If you want to prepare another potion, you must kill at least three people.

Chen Lidong looked at the nearby players who had relaxed their vigilance and staggered to sleep, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

…

Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, Canteen.

The tour guide's body rested on the ground, and in just a few seconds, it scattered into a pile of black and red patches of color like falling flowers, splattering on the floor.

The color patches begin to fade and break into smaller pieces at a rate visible to the naked eye. At the moment when the color of the place completely disappeared, the sound of "tap-tat-tat" footsteps suddenly sounded from outside the door and reached the door in a few seconds.

The female tour guide wearing a black gauze dress walked into the cafeteria with a smile on her face. From her appearance to her expression, she was exactly the same as the one Chang Xu had just killed.

She held up a small red flag, as if she didn't remember what the players had done at all, and said in an enthusiastic tone: "Passengers, these meals are made according to the recipes of the boarding schools in the past. I hope you can immerse yourself in them." Experience the life of Aboriginal children..."

Chang Xu watched his destiny poker slice through the tour guide's throat with his own eyes, and his fingers could even feel the hot blood remaining. Then he watched the disappearance of the corpse and the resurrection of the dead at close range. At this moment, he was completely confused.

He reflexively condensed the cards between his fingers and was about to give them to the tour guide again, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Qiss shaking his head slightly.

Although he didn't know the reason, he still collected the cards and waited silently for the development of the situation.

The tour guide may not have sensed the strangeness of the atmosphere, or perhaps he sensed it but didn't care. His smiling tone did not change: "I will be off work soon, and I'm afraid you will have to spend the night in the memorial hall by yourself. Let me tell you in advance. Let’s take a look at what to pay attention to at night.”

"There are no bathrooms in the memorial hall. If you want to wash up, you can come to the canteen to get water. Our sinks have unlimited water supply 24 hours a day."

"If there is a special situation, you can come to me in the maple forest. I live very close to the memorial hall. I can detect any movement in time and come as soon as possible."

She paused and gave a stylized smile: "That's all, passengers. I wish you a pleasant night."

The tour guide turned and walked out of the cafeteria. The figure in black was like a shadow in the dark night, drifting away.

Chang Xu looked at Qisi and kept asking questions with his eyes, almost asking him directly when he would take action.

Qisi remained silent, only staring quietly in the direction of the door.

It wasn't until the tour guide's figure completely disappeared from the edge of his field of vision that he said feebly: "If my guess is correct, in order to complete the main mission, we, the players with the mission, must do it ourselves. Others kill Medina Madam, it will just refresh her over and over again.”

He said and made a joke: "Well, it's a bit exclusive to a certain extent."

Too bad no one laughed.

Chang Xu said "Oh", and his straight back relaxed, as if he had withdrawn his attack preparation posture.

Shuimeng glanced at Qisi, who looked gloomy, and couldn't help but ask: "Friend, can you do it in this state? I feel like you are like this, it's hard to kill a chicken..."

Chiss said nothing.

Just now, he thought of a question.

There is no problem with killing the tour guide from the perspective of word games, but looking at the background and world view of the entire dungeon, the disaster has already occurred, the culprit has passed away, and the lives and deaths of future generations are meaningless.

In real history, Ms. Medina died in a fire that swept through Red Maple Leaf Boarding School; the fire may have been started by Tolson, or it may have been started by a bad boy.

So, in the time and space formed by the historical projection of the past, what method should the players as "students" take to kill Ms. Medina as the "teacher"?

There is no advantage in a head-on confrontation, so just set fire or summon the evil god?

Qisi's thoughts extended endlessly and touched Zhang Yiyu's side mission. He felt something in his heart and laughed out loud with joy.

Shuimeng was startled and asked quickly: "Friend, what happened? I'm a coward, so don't scare me..."

Qisi pursed his lips, lowered his smile to the corners of his lips, and said in a rising voice: "I'm thinking who will dig Chang Xu out after he is buried in the coffin tonight."

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