Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

The beginning of the story is fraud, believe it, it is true.

——"Fraud Postscript 01"——

Heavy footsteps kicked towards the stone gate.Like climbing from the abyss to heaven, it contains hope.

"Everyone—stop."

The voice was deep and treacherous, with some frivolous and evil spirits, but everyone present was convinced and stopped.

"We ruled out 98% of the locations, sacrificed two companions, and we are about to win. Betrayer, come out, so we can meet again in the future?"

The man who spoke first had deep eyes, shining with wisdom, as mysterious as black crystal.

Everyone whispered for a while, became suspicious of the companions around them, and cursed each other at the betrayer who had caused trouble before.

In a one-vs-nine game, why do you want to win alone, just obediently let go and catch it!

The man's long eyebrows were raised, but the tails of his eyebrows were sharp, and his thin lips seemed to be smiling, staring at one person.The language is kind: "Sorry, we are out."

A snap of fingers, echoed in the stone corridor, and struck everyone's heartstrings crisply.

"Memory! It's not..." Before the man finished speaking, there was a bang, and he was blown to pieces by the miniature electronic bomb, leaving a thin layer of powder on the ground.

The traitor was out of the game just like that, and he was considered amazing if he survived to the end.

Some people were horrified, some were emotional, and some clapped their hands and cheered: "Memory, awesome! You are worthy of being a code player!"

The man called [Memory] shook his head slightly, and pushed open the last stone room: "Come in."

[Memory] He is friendly and humble, which makes everyone have an excellent impression.

Everyone enters.

With a soft sound, the stone door was closed by the man, and he also said a very happy blessing: "Congratulations, survivors."

This person was the last to come in, with his back to the people, tracing the lines of the stone gate, as if he was counting something patiently.

Didi - Didi - the sound of an unknown signal.

Some people heard this ominous voice, and discussed it, and they were extremely puzzled: "The previous bomb also made this sound, can't it?"

"No, isn't everything else excluded by memory?"

Drop drop!

The electronic sound became more and more rapid and sharp, pressing everyone's anxiety as if they were dying, and the uneasiness spread in this small space.

"No...it's true, it's going to explode!"

"How is it possible, something went wrong!"

A person rushed across the stone gate, beating desperately to escape, shouting: "Something is wrong! Hurry up! Get out quickly..."

Immediately, he was the first to be engulfed helplessly in the flames.

Rumbling--

The explosion sounded completely, announcing a betrayal.

Before the blood volume bottomed out, the person in the corner struggled to crawl to the side of the motionless memory, and said in disbelief, "Save..."

The man originally turned his back to the people, turned around again, fanned the smoke and dust from his mouth and nose, and blew the flying powder on his shoulders.

He looked at the people at his feet, and a smile spread from the corner of his mouth: "Everyone, praise me, I am not as good as the real [memory]."

[Congratulations to the player codenamed [Fraud], Qi Mou, who won as a traitor, rated S, please check the related rewards. 】

Ding dong.

A golden S badge fell to the ground, and it landed on the tiles with a crisp sound.The settlement report in black and white was also flying in the air.

There was no material to repair the broken system.

Qi Mou flicked the paper casually like throwing trash, dismissed it, and poked the screen of the communicator, but there was no response for a long time.

He put the old communicator aside, let it calm down, and squatted down to grab the badge with his right hand.

The small badge was not picked up.

The gray and white screen rotates in a circle, displaying the words Loading.

Qi Mou's eyes darkened slightly, he let out a low laugh, and ignored it.

This broken system has been dead for too long, and now I can only enter Nomoto, count points, and chat about communication.

That was it a year ago.

At that time, I entered a punishment dungeon by accident, and the person who came out was useless, and I lost a lot of memory, and the accompanying system was almost scrapped.

Gloriously became a black household in the eight directions world.

The long-awaited message finally appeared.

[Drip—the badge has been picked up. 】

Qi Mou: It's really fast.

[There is news from you. 】

[Drama]: "Emergency."

Qi Mou became interested, and laughed wildly twice: "Where did the drama god overturn?"

The code player [Drama] is also one of the less than a thousand code players in the crowd. As the name suggests, it is a special code, just like [Fraud].

[Drama]: "The player-made Nomoto, "Story Festival Nobody Believes", I saw a thousand of you in it."

Qi Mou: "Yo, miss me so much? I see everyone is me?"

[Drama]: "There are a thousand liars, all of them are player NPCs. Go ahead, exit the level, and the ticket is for you."

Qi Mou: "Then we really have to try, let us play gods fall into a difficult test..."

Communication has been disconnected.

"...How funny is Ka?" Qi Mou insisted on finishing his mocking speech with a smile on his face.

The player hall records the achievements of the code-named players, and there are also forums for complaining.

"It's like going out and stepping on dog shit, the heavens are evil, I have encountered fraud!" This sentence is often circulated in the forum.

The name of [Fraud] is well-deserved.The people who are cheated are all over the copy.

But players are like a sea of ​​clouds, those who have been tricked, the probability of meeting again is like finding a needle in a haystack, and there may be cross-dressing in the dungeon, so it is almost impossible to defend against him.

If this dungeon really looks like a thousand frauds... Qi Mou became very interested.

What's more, now I can only play Nomoto.

Ding dong, the invitation letter from the drama has been sent to his system.

Loading, exporting successfully——

He smiled, and lowered his lips to kiss the gold-painted invitation on a black background.

Qi Mou, who had lost his teleportation function, followed the blue copy guide line, walked to the Western City in the Eight Directions World, and walked through more than a dozen streets.

The entrance was revealed to his eyes.

He came to a quaint church, the sun was bright when he came, but the sky here was gray.It is getting darker and darker, revealing a classic and quiet dark blue.

The light fragrance of lilies calmed down those who had just passed through the thrilling dungeon.

Qi Mou stretched his eyebrows, leaned over to touch a lily, but didn't move.

The gray pigeons were startled, and they flapped their wings and flew away. The still images flowed, breaking a mime.

When his slender fingers were about to touch the flower branches, the ethereal nursery rhymes of the children sounded in his mind, layer upon layer.

The mechanical voice came from behind abruptly, so smooth that he envied him.

The old companion system is temporarily shut down.

Instead, a replica system.

[Welcome player code name [Fraud] Qi Mou to "Story Festival of Nobody Believable", matching...]

[There is still one player short. 】

[Assembly, the game starts——]

[A player has quit, there is still one player left, waiting. 】

In the chaotic space, Qi Mou clasped his fingers, leaned back slightly, and said with a smile, "You're playing?"

The system did not respond.

[Assemble, the game begins. 】

In the darkness, only the bright light is guiding, but Qi Mou is too lazy to look at it, waiting to be introduced.

[System prompt: I am the system, a sleeper.Welcome to your arrival, there are two tips before the game. 】

[One, in this game, a pre-selection system will be adopted, and only four players can officially enter. 】

Qi Mou asked directly, "How many people in total?"

[No answer. 】

Qi Mou snorted: "It's too stingy."

This is a Nomoto.

It is self-made by the codename player using the companion system, and it is mostly used to entertain the public.

[Second, don't trust everyone easily, no matter NPC or player.Now enter the foreground import——]

The quaint yellowed picture scroll unfolds in front of Qi Mou's eyes: this is a fantasy country, woven by legends, stories and people.

"The setting is very fresh." Qi Mou raised his eyebrows and said to himself.

[In the country of lies, people are false and evil, and live in masks.From the rulers to the people, they live their days with lies.The truth has been covered up by lies, and evil is everywhere. 】

[The ruler of the country is a queen. She wanted to hold a story festival, so she called on the people of the whole country to select four young writers with creative desires to write——true stories. 】

write.

"A kingdom of lies, a true story." Qi Mou shook his fingers, pursed his lips and smiled, "Yes."

In the waiting space, he cannot see others, and all players do not know each other.

【Then—people who can hear the Queen's call!Go ahead and become one of the following little writers. 】

The light disappeared, and the surroundings turned into Western-style retro college classrooms.

Dozens of black shadows flashed beside Qi Mou, they were other players.

On the podium, a goblin wearing glasses popped out, and some children outside the window were still singing nursery rhymes.

Qi Mou straightened up and listened intently to the nursery rhymes.

"The first little writer, who loves to read heavenly books, but only knows one writer.

The second little writer likes to take notes the most, but he gets zero marks in the exam.

The third little writer loves to ask questions, but the teacher thinks he is stupid.

The fourth little writer can do everything, but no one has heard of him! "

The goblin also wrote these four lines on the board with a pen, and said: "The above four students, stand up and write stories for Her Majesty the Queen!"

Suddenly someone raised his hand, and the little fairy told him to stand up.

The man said: "Teacher! I love reading the heavenly book the most. It was written by... the gods!"

The fairy teacher was very angry: "What nonsense! Expelled from the classroom."

The player disappeared in an instant and was out.

This kind of farce caused by a fool will not affect Qi Mou's thinking.

Qi Mou lightly tapped his finger on the table and raised his hand.

The question is too simple, so the signal to rush to answer is initiated first, so as to seize the opportunity.

"Well, this classmate! Who are you?"

Qi Mou stood up very slowly, smiling at the goblin teacher, but still meditating in his heart.

The clues turned from dots into lines, and finally connected into a net in his mind.

"Hi teacher, I..."

The meaning of Tianshu is to read without understanding.Since he doesn't understand others, the only writer he knows is himself.

The first little writer is dyslexic.

I still got a zero score in the test for taking notes, and the emphasis is on "recording", which means there is a problem with the notes.

They don't even give points for roll noodles, it must be a ghost painting.

The second little writer has agraphia.

He likes to ask questions, but the teacher thinks he is stupid. It must be because he has said it many times, but he can't understand it.

The third little writer has deafness.

Everything, that is, without the shortcomings of the predecessors.

The point is, no one "listened" to him.

The fourth little writer must be a failure to speak.

As a [Fraud], one cannot lose the ability to listen and speak, only reading and writing are left as options.

I mentioned several times that the Queen asked them to "write" the story, and it sounds like writing is the key to breaking the level, so——

Qi Mou stood up straight, tore up the book in front of him, frowned and curled his lips: "I can't understand what this book is about, why don't you let me make it up?"

The audience was in an uproar, and several people raised their hands and lined up in an instant.

The goblin teacher smiled brightly: "Oh, it's Xiaodu, don't compile books, go write stories for the queen!"

[Role - dyslexia, already occupied by player Qi Mou. 】

[Congratulations to the first player to become a regular player, get a special reward, please open it later. 】

Qi Mou smirked, and stood at the door under all eyes, waiting for his "teammates".

He twitched his fingers, but felt amused in his heart.

One cannot read, one cannot understand, one cannot write, and one cannot speak.

Qi Mou whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Writing stories with four language disabilities is more ridiculous than drawing with eyes closed."

Only the system agrees.

[You're right, so why don't you take the first prize apart? 】

Qi Mou: "Wait a minute."