The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

"Suicide is not painful. That is the name of the song that your younger brother put on QQ Zone. The English abbreviation happens to be SIP." I explained to R on the other end of the phone.

R paused for a long time before asking: "What do you mean? So SIP wasn't the murderer's name?"

I asked back, "The murderer?"

"That's right, the murderer! My younger brother is pretty good both in his studies and in his popularity at school. He couldn't have thought of committing suicide out of nowhere." R said, "Besides, Xiaojie isn't that kind of person. A person who can’t stop fighting. I remember that he used to represent the school’s Mathematical Olympiad team in competitions. Later, his final results were not satisfactory. I have never seen him depressed or particularly depressed. His psychological quality is very good. So he must have accidentally handed in a bad team. Friends, that person either threatened him or brainwashed him. In order not to expose himself, he also taught the victim to delete clues related to himself before committing suicide... Wait, didn't you just say that Xiaojie's suicide was guided by someone behind him ?"

I can't tell him too many uncertain conjectures, so I can only say vaguely: "The murderer's statement... because there are many victims at present, and they don't know each other in reality, so we suspect that these children may have passed the Internet. , is associated with this 'SIP'."

"If your so-called 'murderer' made these children delete the evidence of their contact with them in order to hide their tracks, then why do they have to blatantly put the word SIP in the signature of the suicide note?" Bian Yao said. .

"This..." R thought for a while, and said, "Aren't all perverted serial murderers like this? If they want to be famous and gain attention, they will send letters to the police to challenge their authority. Otherwise, you said, what other reason would cause all the suicide notes to use the three words S·I·P in the same format?"

"Attention..." I thought for a while, and could only honestly say: "It's not clear yet, but the lyrics of this song are always promoting the meaning of suicide painless, death is not terrible, and so on. linked to brainwashing these kids."

R was also silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Could it be that kind of forbidden song that was passed on by classmates in the class before, and would commit suicide after hearing it. It's called... Black Friday or something like that."

"Ah, you said Black Sunday?" Hearing what he said, I also remembered: "I remember, it seems that the versions we hear now are all adjusted screenwriters, and there are some hypnotic hints hidden in the original song ..."

At this point, I suddenly woke up. Isn't this so-called implication imposed on people's spirits the ability of the spirit of speech—especially the ability of the type of speech spirit of Xiang Wuzheng?I glanced at Bian Yao, but he was staring at the computer intently, probably inquiring whether the phrase "Suicideispainless" has any other references besides this song.

"Anyway, please continue to look for clues in your brother... Xiaojie's mailbox, space, and other social networks that may have been active. We will continue to investigate the breakthrough of SIP here, and keep in touch if we find anything."

"Okay, if anyone contacts me online, I will send you a message." R said.

"Just post an appeal," Bian Yao said without raising his head, "If you find that your children don't talk to their family members for a long time, or watch horror videos for a long time, make world-weary remarks, let them pay attention to check on the children's children. Are there signs of self-harm on the arm."

"Okay." R responded and went offline.

I turned around and saw that Bian Yao was searching on the Internet, "how to join SIP", "how to get SIP invitation code" and other messy keywords, but in the end nothing was found, and then I watched him open it again. Familiar and simple forum.

I subconsciously pressed his hand—Bian Yao raised his head to look at me, his eyes full of puzzlement.

I whispered: "I, I think the time you stayed on lunatic may be too long..."

Bian Yao replied calmly: "If anyone knows what SIP is, there is a high probability that they are also members here."

Anxiety that I had no outlet for was in my chest—in fact, since I took on this commission, a shadow of uneasiness has hung over my head.

"Maybe, but probability is just a probability after all. And didn't you say it too? The volume of content in Lunatic is so large that logical retrieval becomes very difficult. You have tried many times before without success, and this time there may not be any." What changes." I racked my brains to search for arguments, "And... Brother Fan said, this kind of dark web has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. If they accidentally arouse their alertness, we will lose the entrance to the website. what to do?"

After mentioning the name "Brother Fan", Bian Yao obviously hesitated, and I was also relieved.If I was only vaguely worried about the impact of Bian Yao being exposed to a large amount of negative, negative, and perverted information before, then after seeing so many children committing suicide due to long-term mental pollution, I am more and more concerned. Fa is afraid that he is really sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of lunatic.

Before we had time to say anything more, R suddenly called back with another voice request. I clicked to answer in confusion, but the other party immediately yelled: "Here we come!!"

He was too close to the microphone and his voice was too loud. He blew up the mic directly. I was startled and asked, "What's coming? Who's coming?"

"Didn't you ask me to go to Xiaojie's account to find clues? Just now when I logged on to QQ, someone talked to me and asked me, 'Are you back?'"

R sounded very excited: "He didn't ask 'how are you here' or 'who are you', everyone who knows Xiaojie knows that he is no longer here, it is impossible for a normal person to use the word 'come back'!"

When I thought about it, it was true—seeing a dead person log in to QQ, I would only feel weird, or if the other party’s account was used by someone else, why would I ask “Are you back?”.

R was very anxious: "What should I do? What should I say?"

Bian Yao immediately dropped the phone and said, "Calm down, did the other party say anything?"

R: "No."

"Now we don't have much information in our hands. We must speak as safely as possible. Don't let the other party find out the abnormality and tell him to run away." Bian Yao said: "Listen to me, what I say, you type it in as it is, and the other party replies You read me the news."

R said briskly: "Okay."

Under Bian Yao's instruction, R typed: Well, let's come up and have a look.

Strange Netizen: Why are you still here?Didn't you receive the punishment?

Me: "Punishment?"

Bian Yao shook his head and thought for a moment...

R: No.

Strange Netizen: Are you crazy? !How dare you go online!What should I do if the administrator finds out?

I couldn't help repeating in a low voice: "Administrator?"

R: "He said it, I don't know what it means. Wait, he talked again..."

Unfamiliar netizen: Did you get the resurrection card?

Bian Yao murmured: "Resurrection card...administrator..."

R: It shouldn't matter. Even if I don't receive punishment, what can they really do with me?

Strange netizen: You are really crazy, I will not talk to you, lest I also suffer.

R: "His profile picture is black."

I took a breath: "Hiss—"

Bian Yao thought for a while and said, "You continue typing."

R: Lie to you, how could I show up without a resurrection card, I bought one.

The dialog box of the other party became active again—he/she was just invisible just now: bought it? !How is it possible, where did you get 100 million?

Seeing this, R immediately screamed strangely: "100 million? Renminbi? Or game currency?"

Bian Yao said: "Don't make noise, continue."

R: I borrowed it.

Strange Netizen: Who did you borrow from?Online loan?You, a man, can't get a naked loan, can you?It can't be that...

R said ambiguously: Yes.

Strange netizen: Did you really ask the group owner to borrow it?

Are you crazy? !

R: Why am I going crazy? Should I wait to die if I can live?What about you, are you still in the game?

Unfamiliar netizen: Hey, it’s still there for now.However, too many people were eliminated in the last round, and those who were eliminated were all powerful.There are still three chapters left, and the san values ​​of the few of us are already very low. Just the few of us... It is estimated that no one will make it to the end of this round.

I am not unfamiliar with the term "san value", and I seem to recall: "Is he talking about... the Cthulhu running game?"

I couldn't believe it after the words came out, how could an ordinary role-playing game kill people?

R cautiously said: That can't be helped.

Unfamiliar netizen: It’s easy for you to say, forget it, anyway, the next chapter will probably kill me.But it's not bad to be able to go one more round, and it's also a kind of luck.

Strange netizen: But to be honest, I thought at first that I was definitely ahead of you, and it would be safe to act close to you.It’s just that I didn’t expect that your luck in rolling the dice was really bad. As a result, I’m still here, but you died first.

R: Luck is also a part of strength.

Strange netizen: No, but after you are gone, there will be no newcomers in this group except me.The old people are either hugging each other or thinking deeply, no matter how I look at it, I won't live long.

R: Why don't you just withdraw?

Strange Netizen: Retired?Don't you ask this knowingly?Even if you don't receive the punishment according to the rules, won't it still be a dead end when the drug takes effect?Take the initiative to accept the punishment, and your family members will get at least four chapters of bonuses.Trash like us, one life, and some rewards for the family, is considered to have left something in this world.

When it came to this point, R couldn't help it again, and roared: "What reward! It doesn't exist at all, it's unwarranted! My mother and I didn't receive anything... I knew that Xiaojie was really cheated! "

I also broke out in a cold sweat - even without Bian Yao's explanation, I basically understood the situation: Xiaojie probably joined some kind of running game, the game first lured children to play with a huge reward that didn't exist , After entering the game, add drug control.If the character dies in the middle, the player must also receive the corresponding punishment... As for whether the rewards are actually distributed to the family members after the player dies, it is the game's own decision, after all, dead people can't speak.

Bian Yao did not get excited with us, but calmly directed R to continue typing.

R: Yes, I want to re-enter.

Strange Netizen: Yes.

R: Are you not surprised?

Unfamiliar netizen: What's so surprising, you asked the group owner for a resurrection card on credit, how will you pay back the money if you don't play another round.But it’s also true, your performance is so good the first time you play, as long as your luck is not too bad, if you really find all the clues to clear the level, wouldn’t it be easy to use rewards to pay back 100 million?

Bian Yao nodded, and did not provide further instructions for a long time. After a long while:

Unfamiliar netizen: I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I’m going to have another group tonight. Wish me luck.

Strange netizen: I have to go to sleep for a while.

R: Wait, I have a question for you, do you know how to be an administrator?

Strange netizen:?

R:?

Unfamiliar netizen: Didn’t you ask this question on the first day of the group?

Strange Netizen: Who are you?

Unfamiliar netizen: ...

R: "His avatar is black again, this time it seems that he is really offline."

Me: "Ah... did he realize something?"

But Bian Yao didn't mind too much: "It's okay, I have asked all the questions that can be asked."

Just as I was about to answer the call, the lock on the lounge door behind me suddenly rang—someone was about to come in!Bian Yao and I both frowned, and Bian Yao's hands were faster, and he snapped the laptop screen shut again.

Bian Yao's father held the doorknob and looked at us expressionlessly—we put our heads together weirdly, with a closed notebook in front of us, like a teenager whose parents walked into the room and pretended to look at the computer desktop.

"What are you doing?" Bian Yao's father couldn't help asking.

Bian Yao: "Uh..."

"We're watching porn." I said in an upright tone.

Bian Yao's father's face was cracked.