Infinite weird games

Ziss counted roughly and found a total of eight corpses. They were all dead in different ways, but their appearance was very similar, and they were all wearing the same white shirt as him.

For no reason, he recalled a widely circulated horror fairy tale. Driven by curiosity, a girl entered the attic and saw countless corpses piled on top of each other, with blood flowing all over the floor. She was startled and accidentally dropped the key on the ground. It's stained with blood and can't be washed away...

There is no connection between the two. Chiss is not here out of curiosity, nor will he act irrationally out of fear.

He quickly found the loopholes in the design: "If these corpses were clones before me, after three full years, the earliest corpse should have rotted long ago. Not only that, many setting books of the Clone Research Institute It’s untenable.”

Once the most obvious flaw appeared, many inconsistencies that had been subconsciously ignored surged up like a tide.

First of all, the researchers’ attitude is inconsistent with common sense.

In a social group, "wolves" and "sheep" maintain a dynamic balance. When some people are doing nothing, there will definitely be others who are proactive. It is impossible for everyone to be carved from the same mold and use the same set of thinking patterns and behavioral logic.

In an institution like the Institute, various positions are subject to change, and personnel are subject to turnover and dismissal at any time. The possibility of encountering someone who is trying to fish in a certain position every time is extremely low.

What's more, even if the whole society is tired of work, when encountering such a novel black technology as "cloning", why should everyone get interested?

Secondly, the institute is so quiet that it seems fake.

Since entering the dungeon, Ziss has not heard other words besides necessary exchanges.

The entire institute is frivolous, like a peach blossom garden isolated from the world, completely unable to see the changes in the social environment and natural environment; the researchers are also like dummies, with only a work identity and no life of their own. .

In the end, Jin Yusheng's attitude was too rational.

In order to save communication costs, I directly told him what happened in the past three years; after he used words to stimulate me, I believed what he said without much questioning; and later, I took the gift from him without hesitation. steps.

Everything was so logical. At first glance, it seemed that Qisi had grasped the opponent's mentality, but when you think about it more carefully, it looked like a trap.

Using reason and interests to measure the relationship between people is something that only Ziss can do. And there are only a few people like him in this world...

"As expected, I'm still in the copy." Qisi covered his face and laughed softly.

Although he is good at playing with people's hearts, he has never been able to understand human emotions. Trust, kindness, sacrifice, friendship and other positive qualities that are highly praised by others are all things that can be calculated in his opinion.

This may not be a kind of arrogance, and Weird Games undoubtedly took advantage of this to guide him to continue to act in his own way.

And it was only at this moment that he accidentally discovered the anomaly.

"The childish question-and-answer game, the game model that eliminates all interfering factors, and the development of things that are completely in line with my plan are obviously just for a certain answer, a set of armchair questions. But because of the inertia of my thinking, I didn't produce the slightest bit of thought. Suspect."

"This dungeon pursues rationality too much. Every time I find something suspicious, someone comes out and provides an explanation. The problem is, the reality is ridiculous, how can there be so many just right explanations?"

Qisi replayed all the experiences in the dungeon in his mind, not forgetting to laugh at himself from beginning to end.

He always prided himself on being unlucky, but in this copy, if he hadn't happened to move at night and saw the bloody handprints, he might not have been able to detect the abnormality so early, and he might have been kept in the dark until the end.

From this point of view, his luck is not as bad as imagined.

"Through a series of pseudo-concepts, I was brought into the pre-designed logic, and then acquaintances in life were used to disrupt the rhythm of my reasoning. I was almost deceived... Should I say that the evil god has a really good taste in copies? ?”

The system interface still did not appear, but Qisi guessed that the main mission would most likely involve him walking along the dim corridor in front of him to the end.

The dungeon had only been started for a day, and many places had not been searched. Qiss couldn't figure out how a research institute full of technology could be connected to a long corridor full of mystery.

- He needs more clues.

"If I just clear the level like this, I'm afraid the completion level of the dungeon will be very low. The remaining time should be enough for me to search this place and improve the level of completion, right?" Qisi was thinking, feeling that if he clears the level in a muddle again this time, that There is a high probability that the evil god will not be as kind as that time in the "Carnivore" copy and help him manually modify the evaluation level.

A rating below S is absolute torture for a perfectionist.

In order to prevent himself from feeling uncomfortable whenever he thought about it in the future, Qisi decisively took a few steps back and exited the mist-filled corridor.

He walked all the way to the dean's office, picked the door locks of the rooms along the way, and went in to search.

The layout of each room is exactly the same as the observation room where he was detained. The white walls are not stained by dust, and the empty hospital bed is placed in the center, facing the infrared monitoring on the ceiling.

This rudimentary reproduction of the scene showed a strong sense of perfunctoryness. The uninvited guest who originally planned to pluck the feathers of the goose could not find anything useful, so he couldn't help but let out a sigh to express his dissatisfaction with the designer.

I passed through three wards in total, and they were all as clean as if they had been visited by thieves. There was not even a piece of iron.

With strong displeasure, Qisi stood at the door of the dean's office and skillfully picked the door lock.

There was no one around, so he turned on the light, went straight to the desk under the pale light, and opened the drawer.

--There's nothing inside.

Even Qisi was stunned for ten seconds when faced with this situation.

He wanted to ask the designer: "Can you make games? Where are the clues? How come there are no clues in the drawer?"

When things got to this point, Qiss had almost come to his senses.

The research institute scene should only be the first level of this dungeon. No matter how much you search, you won't be able to find any clues. I'm afraid you have to go to new scenes to get more clues.

He turned back to the corridor where the corpses were parked and plunged into the mist.

This time, he slowed down his pace, bent down one by one, and opened the cuffs of each corpse.

On the sleeve of each corpse, there is a huge "9" written in red pen, which is exactly the same as what is written on his sleeve.

Qisi walked over and inspected the sleeves of the corpses lying on the ground. The number "9" in each one was extremely eye-catching.

All corpses are numbered "9".

"Is it parallel time and space, or infinite reincarnation? Or is it just a pre-arranged scene to intimidate and imply me?"

Qisi muttered and looked up at the wall on the left, where lines of text were clearly written in red pen:

[Come here, I believe you have figured everything out]

[Countless different choices lead to countless endings, but your choices are always the same in different worlds]

[You in thousands of parallel time and spaces may deviate from the original route, but the same disease will always lead you to the same node]

[You entered a weird game and were trapped here, replaying the ending of death over and over again]

Negative sentences convey an air of pessimism, and are also like curses and prophecies about the final outcome.

Instead, Zeiss laughed.

He laughed for a while, shook his head seriously and sighed: "Sure enough, the information I was given before was all false information. It made me think that I was the most special one, and led me to this point in my self-righteous way."

"Actually, I am just an insignificant link in countless cycles, an aspect of parallel time and space, no different from the previous eight seniors——"

"We are all 'I', and we are all Qiss."

Qiss once again thought of the bloody handprints on the walls of the institute. Those bloody handprints extended forward alternately, guiding him in the direction.

He is indeed a selfish person. Even if he faces himself, he cannot give up any benefit. But when facing death, he may not leave a hint to allow another individual with his own memory to survive.

"In my opinion, what determines who I am is my memory and behavioral patterns. A being who has all my memories and makes the same choices in the same situation, no matter how he looks, can be me."

"In the competition for survival, I will not hold back on myself. But after having to die, I am willing to let an individual who inherits my will continue to exist in the world, commit crimes as I wish, and bring about disaster."

"You said that I have made the same choice at this node in thousands of parallel time and spaces... So this time, I also choose to believe in my own judgment."

Qisi raised his hand and pointed forward casually, his eyes passing over the corpses: "You see, this is a recursive relationship. The road 'I' walked before death was getting longer and longer."

"Does this mean that as long as I continue on this path, there will always be a parallel time and space where I can reach the end?"

Ziss stepped over the last corpse, slowly bent down, put two slender fingers into the corpse's pocket, and took out a key from inside.

He put the keys in his pocket and suddenly raised his eyes.

In the thick fog in front of him, a bronze door engraved with strange patterns loomed in front of him.

Looking at the lock on the door that obviously matched the key in his hand, Qisi smiled crookedly: "That's great. It seems that in this parallel time and space, I am lucky enough to reach the end."

He stood quietly by the door for a moment, smacking his fingers at what was happening in the copy. Half satisfied and half reluctant, he inserted the key in his hand into the keyhole and turned it to the right with a "click".

The door opened, and the inside was filled with black mist, with wisps of mist curling up. It was difficult to see clearly the layout behind the clouds and smoke from the outside.

Qisi knew that he could not relax until the last moment. He stopped outside the door, picked up the body at his feet and threw it in.

The body hit the ground hard, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust, but otherwise nothing happened.

There was no ambush, no danger, it was eerily calm.

Qisi looked back at the seven remaining corpses behind him, stroking his chin and wondering: Should I try throwing a few more bodies in?

Before he picked up the second body, a voice came from the door: "Don't waste time, come in."

——It's his own voice!

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