The door of the castle is equipped with the simplest mechanical lock, which can be locked with a piece of iron wire.
Qisi stood in front of the door of Room 3, suddenly wanting to try to pick the lock, but considering that it was already late, he decided not to commit suicide.
He opened the door and walked into the room.
In front of him is a guest room of about twelve square meters. The yellowed wallpaper was soaked with water stains and mildew spots, and the rotten and festering ceiling was dotted with black ulcers. The grass sprouts sprouting from the ground were like worms on the scars, giving people the impression that pus would drip down at any time.
The air is filled with a floating and swaying fragrance, which seems to be artificially burned incense, but also like the original smell of the air, or maybe it is just the synaesthesia brought to the sense of smell by vision.
The room only had an oil lamp on the bedside table as a light source. In the center was a large bed large enough for two people to sleep. To the right of the bed was an ancient desk with some books and notes stacked on it.
Qisi walked over, ran his fingertips across the yellowing papyrus cover, picked up the pages and froze in the air.
After a few breaths, my fingers moved slightly, but in the end, I just casually flipped through the notebook on the top instead of reading and exploring further.
Just now, Zeiss had noticed that there was no clock in the room, nor anything that could mark the exact time.
This is very unusual.
You know, the rules on the system interface emphasize the importance of "time" in every possible way, and mechanical clocks are placed in eye-catching places on the first and second floors of the castle...
"Is it such a clear reminder?" Qisi narrowed his eyes and had a vague premonition that there was a high probability that something would happen tonight, but it was just a matter of big or small things.
To the left of the bed is a dusty floor-to-ceiling window. The colored glass that has not been wiped for a long time seems to be covered with a layer of mist. Through the translucent material, you can vaguely see the sea of roses in the garden.
The plants are too dense, and the flowers and leaves are entangled and covered with each other, always giving people an early warning of what is hidden under the branches and leaves.
Ziss closed the curtains without hesitation, dragged the stool next to the desk to press the curtains, and then returned to the big bed in the center.
The bed in front of me looks very flat at first glance, nothing surprising.
However, Ziss did not believe that Miss Anna, who had similar qualities to himself, would put nothing under the mattress.
He lifted up the sheets with the interest of seeing a masterpiece of its kind.
On the yellowed white mattress, a bright red European-style palace dress lay flat. The complicated trim and bead strings were pressed on a flat surface. It had obviously been placed there for a long time.
Qisi picked up the long skirt with interest and shook it out. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed because he didn't shake out the excess.
Not interesting. If it were him, he would have to cut the owner of the skirt into pieces, sew them together with the fabric, sew a piece of each skirt, and let the guests play a jigsaw puzzle.
What a creative art form, why doesn’t anyone practice it?
Lin Chen followed Qisi into the room.
He has no experience in playing horror games. He usually plays tower defense and open world games the most.
At this moment, he only knew that Zou Yan had said that he should try his best to detect clues.
Not wanting to appear useless, he carefully started from the corner and explored inch by inch as if he were cleaning a dormitory.
There was the rustling of clothes behind him, accompanied by Qisi's gloomy voice: "Lin Chen, do you think that if you kill someone just to own him, is this a kind of love?"
Lin Chen stood up straight with a start, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a strange scene.
The black-haired young man was holding up an old-fashioned red skirt with a smile. It was obviously a normal action, but it gave people the feeling of a perverted murderer showing off his victim's clothes.
Lin Chen pointed at the skirt, tongue-tied: "Brother Qi, what... is this?"
"Well," Qisi lowered his head, his crow-feather eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids, "I fell in love with a girl..."
"ah?"
"She is so beautiful, all the most beautiful words in the world cannot describe her beauty." Zis's voice was very calm, but the content of his words revealed madness, "I want to possess her humbly, eagerly and shamefully, This love that is not tolerated by the world is destined not to be expressed in words..."
Danger warning surged in his heart, and Lin Chen suddenly realized that he didn't actually understand Qiss.
A person who hid clues in the team copy offered to share a room with him. No matter how he looked at it, he had no good intentions...
Moreover, Qiss was the only one who came in from outside the castle. He arrived last and his clothes were stained with blood. Could it be possible that he had been replaced by a ghost?
Countless clues that had been subconsciously ignored surged up like a wave at this moment, flashing before my eyes one by one like flying fireballs.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on Lin Chen's forehead, and he suddenly remembered the bizarre plots in several novels he had read.
What if the other party is a perverted murderer who has targeted him and wants to attack him regardless of the consequences?
After all, his appearance and figure are not bad, and he often meets some strange people in reality...
Qisi continued unhurriedly: "...I can only steal the red skirt she often wears and press it under the bed sheets. Lying on the bed every night, I can feel her breath through the thin fabric, as if Sleep with her."
Looking at Lin Chen, whose face was pale, he folded up the skirt in his hand and threw it on the stool aside. He said softly: "What are you thinking about? I dug this skirt out from under the mattress. The above is just my opinion of this copy. Guessing about the background story may not be correct.”
Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought..."
"Why?" Zis asked in confusion, "Let's put it this way, if I were a pervert, you wouldn't be able to stand here properly right now. Either you will never wake up, or you will be in some kind of comparison. Woke up with bad form.”
He looked at Lin Chen with a half-smile, as if he had just made an irrelevant joke.
Lin Chen swallowed awkwardly, feeling that he was being too suspicious. How could there be so many perverted murderers in the world, and how could he meet him by such a chance?
What Zes likes most is to play with people's hearts and disturb their emotions. Seeing that Lin Chen had relaxed, he changed the topic and asked in a long voice: "It's you, Lin Chen, are you really the newcomer entering the dungeon for the first time? Also, what is your identity in reality? Are you so Young, I’m afraid he didn’t die of natural causes, right?”
It is difficult for people who are not trained in counter-interrogation to deal with such questioning. Lin Chen's heart started to rise again, and he replied anxiously: "I...I don't know how to prove it, but I am really a newbie! I just went to college and I don't have a job yet..."
Qisi interrupted: "How did you die?"
"I passed by an alley when I was out of school to buy supper at night, and I heard someone calling for help. I walked in and saw a group of people moving around a girl. I didn't think too much at the time, so I rushed over to stop them. I didn’t expect them to take action... By the way, I remember that street is called Ma Shi Street, and the security has never been very good..."
His words were garbled and his voice was choppy, as if he was eager to prove himself.
Qisi was now sure that Lin Chen was 99% a newcomer, still the kind of clear and stupid college student.
The situation did not exceed expectations by much, but it made him lose interest. But he still made a suspicious tone and said, "I'll just assume that what you said is true for now, at least it doesn't sound flawless."
Lin Chen quickly defended: "I didn't lie to you! I can tell you whatever you want to ask..."
"Making up stories will only waste both of our time. I don't want to listen to your nonsense about your boring life." By making people fall into the trap of self-evidence, Ziss's purpose was achieved.
He covered his ears and lay back expressionlessly: "It's getting late, it's time to sleep."
Lin Chen was a little unwilling and wanted to say something else, but saw that Qisi had already closed his eyes.
After all, he didn't dare to offend this "old player", so he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
Without a clock in the room, it is impossible to know the exact time. The safest way to avoid violating the rules is to sleep until dawn.
Seeing that Qisi only occupied half of the bed, leaving plenty of room, Lin Chen carefully took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.
From the beginning to the end, he deliberately kept a distance from Qiss, as if he was afraid of bumping into each other and causing unpleasantness.
Qisi noticed this and had a clear understanding of Lin Chen's psychology.
This is a very simple person who has not experienced many social dangers. He was thrown into a strange game without warning and was inevitably at a loss.
At this time, Ziss, the only one who stood up to convey goodwill, would undoubtedly be regarded as a life-saving straw by him, and was an existence that he must follow and please.
This is somewhat similar to the "suspension bridge effect" in psychology, a kind of pathological self-PUA.
Qisi is not a psychiatrist and has no intention of correcting Lin Chen's weak psychology.
On the contrary, the current direction is completely in line with his expectations.
He looked up at the ceiling and said abruptly: "Lin Chen, there is actually a reason why I chose to share a room with you."
Lin Chen was stunned: "What's the reason?"
Does he have any value that he hasn't discovered yet? Is it because of his value that the boss is willing to help him?
'The real reason is that we are both newcomers and we are not afraid of being seen through. '
Qisi answered in his mind, but made a nonsensical joke: "Probably because your name is very similar to the protagonist of the novel, I feel it is not a loss to invest in it."
These words sounded like great relief, but a little too warm on the pale and cold background of the weird game.
Lin Chen had been feeling uneasy about not being trusted before, but now listening to Qisi's subtext, he obviously let go of his doubts and regarded him as one of his own.
He stayed for two seconds before answering with some embarrassment: "Uh... is there any? Haha, my dad loves to read fantasy novels, so he probably named me after reading the novels..."
Zeiss narrowed his eyes and continued: "You died of 'goodness', and the weird game gives you a chance to live a new life, which may be a reward for your good deeds; I have a hunch that you will survive."
Qisi has not done the stupid thing of taking kindness as a compliment for ten years, but it was just right to use these words to deceive a fool like Lin Chen who was ignorant of the world.
As expected, Lin Chen blinked twice in embarrassment and gave a silly smile: "Haha, I also hope that I can survive. I am the only child of my parents. When they get old, they will have to rely on me to take care of them. They They are all very kind people. They have taught me since I was a child that I should be a good person and help whenever I can..."
"I died to save people, and they will definitely be proud of me; but if I die, they will be sad, and may regret it, thinking that I shouldn't save people... I can't explain this, I can't understand it. It’s hard to beat someone’s head… So, I want to live, I must live.”
After being fed the innocent Mother's speech, Qisi gradually stopped laughing.
He turned his back and pulled the sheet to cover himself: "Classmate Lin Chen, it's getting late. If you want to survive, you should fall asleep as soon as possible to avoid violating the rules."
"Yeah!" Lin Chen didn't dare to neglect, and quickly lay down and covered himself with the other half of the quilt.
Qisi waited for his roommate to lie down, propped up half of his body, and went to blow on the oil lamp beside the bed.
A wick of light flickered only twice before disappearing, leaving only darkness that could not be seen.
I don't know how long it took, but Lin Chen's trembling voice sounded sadly: "Brother Qi, I'm a little scared and can't sleep..."
"There's nothing to be afraid of." Qis said with eyes closed, "I couldn't trust them, so I didn't say anything at the dinner table. But now I can tell you, I tested it out before, Miss Anna is alive - do you remember Rule No. Seven?"
Lin Chen asked hesitantly: "Only ghosts can kill humans. Miss Anna can't do anything to us?"
"Okay, so sleep peacefully."
ten minutes later.
Lin Chen murmured pitifully: "Brother Qi, I can't sleep... At this time in the past, I was still taking evening classes, and I wasn't sleepy at all..."
Qisi took a deep breath and exhaled it, saying: "Count the sheep to a thousand. If you don't want to die, then go to sleep."
"Um……"
Fifteen minutes later.
Lin Chen: "Brother Qi, I...I still can't sleep...I'm sorry..."
Feeling Lin Chen's fear as vivid as a lamp, Qisi opened his eyes in the darkness and let out a long sigh.
He stroked the silver bracelet on his right wrist, and small tools such as blades, iron wires, and silver needles were changed on his fingertips, and finally replaced by a small blunt awl.
He ordered: "Turn your back."
"Oh." Lin Chen didn't know why, but he still did as he was told.
The next second, Qisi pierced his Fengchi point with an awl.
Seeing that this weak-looking guy finally passed out successfully, Qisi fiercely took back the crime tools and closed his eyes again.
In the dark silence, only shallow breathing could be heard.
Qisi calmed down his mind bit by bit and slowly sank to the bottom of the ocean of thoughts.
There, four lines of blood-colored text intertwined and took root as if alive.
【My chest is rotten】
【Flesh and blood spread on the ground】
[The rose lives here]
【Tomorrow together we will live forever】
Before, Zis flipped through the notebook on the desk casually and only read these four lines of poems transcribed on the title page.
At that time, he habitually recited the words silently in his mind, and suddenly he heard the hallucination of plants growing "rustling" in his ears, and even the fingertips that touched the pages of the book felt itchy, as if something was about to penetrate the epidermis and penetrate into the blood vessels.
He had always been suspicious, so he immediately gave up any plans to investigate further and pretended that nothing had happened.
For something that looks a bit dangerous, it would be safer to wait until daytime and let the tool man study it.
Well, let's trick Lin Chen into contacting him first. If the test doesn't produce any results, we can then lure other players to take the bait. If no one takes the bait, we can carry out moral kidnapping...
With such malicious calculations, Qiss fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.
