It’s eight o’clock in the evening on March 12, and there is still one hour left in the countdown in front of us.
Ziss got dressed early, stuffed various Swiss Army knives and other small tools in his pockets, held a newly purchased electric saw in his arms, and held a gun in his right hand.
This gun was naturally left by Liu Ajiu.
When a person dies, his few belongings will naturally be kept by Qisi, who is preparing for his funeral.
Considering that he "illegally" brought the special bracelet into the first dungeon, Ziss believed that there were two possibilities: one was that there was something wrong with the bracelet itself, and the other was that there was something wrong with him.
As for the former possibility, he had already asked his "friend" to check it; as for the latter possibility... he really wanted to see if he could bring other things into the copy.
There is a saying that "all fear comes from insufficient firepower." Although physical attacks may not be effective against Weird, if you can't kill Weird, can you still kill your teammates?
As time passed, Qiss was gripped by an emotion between nervousness and excitement, like a child who was eager to eat cake but was told to make a wish first.
Anxiety followed him everywhere, which was not conducive to thinking. He picked up a book and read it, using cold words to calm his mind inch by inch.
When the countdown cleared, he was seeing a description of human eating:
"As soon as the cafeteria was over, everyone had nothing to eat, so they rushed to peel off the bark of the elm tree. My mother was too weak to do it. The bark of the elm tree was cut into small pieces, fried and dried, then ground into noodles and made into soup. The soup was very delicious; It was sticky, let it cool down and sip it, and I drank a bowl of soup in one gulp. Do you think it’s weird? My grandma was in a coma and talking nonsense, but my sister-in-law put the elm bark steamed bun into her mouth. , grandma stopped shouting nonsense, ate it and opened it..." [Note]
[The countdown has ended and we are about to enter the next copy]
The immersive reading was interrupted by a harsh beep.
The scene was spinning, and the colors in front of me were scattered like quicksand, returning to a darkness like the beginning of the universe. At a certain moment, a glimmer of light appeared.
Qis found himself standing in front of a life-size mirror. The portrait on the mirror flashed and then disappeared, replaced by two lines of silver-white text.
[You have not become an official player and do not have permission to select a copy]
[The copy is randomly generated and does not take up real time]
The text paused for fifteen seconds and then dissipated, leaving only a black vortex slowly rotating in the center of the mirror.
Qisi stared at the vortex for a while, and his mood gradually returned to peace. Without waiting for the game to prompt him, he stepped in.
The moment he walked into the mirror, all the light disappeared and he was plunged into darkness.
[A copy is being randomly generated...]
[The copy is loading...Loading completed]
…
Shaking, dizzying shaking.
The bumps, accompanied by a "crunching" sound, seemed to shatter the human frame together.
The air was filled with the smell of aging leather, mixed with the thick smell of smoke and gasoline.
Qisi's consciousness became blurry for a moment, and a sense of powerlessness that was common after excessive blood loss suddenly arose, as if he had just escaped from a hazy sleep.
He opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a medium-sized bus. He didn't have a chainsaw or the gadgets he specially prepared. He only had a special bracelet on his right hand, a "Rose Heart" hanging around his neck and a pen [Destiny Pocket Watch] in the left pocket.
It seems that there is a problem not with him, but with the special bracelet.
Qisi's eyelids twitched slightly, and he had a premonition that huge trouble was surging beneath the surface.
He let out a breath, put aside his messy thoughts, and turned to observe his surroundings.
The bus has a total of twelve seats including the driver's seat. He sat near the window, and could just see the withered wheat fields and dusty sky on both sides through the stained window.
The typical rural pastoral scenery recedes all the way as the bus speeds by. After looking at it for a long time, it just feels the same.
Except for the driver's seat, the car was full of people. Men and women hung their sleepy heads and were waking up one after another. Some people's faces were still calm, while others were shaking like a frightened bird.
A scream rang out in the small car, coming from the girl sitting in the front seat of Qisi.
The girl looks to be in her late twenties, with a bob haircut and a baby face covered with freckles. She wears a long down jacket, looks short in stature, and looks like a student.
She trembled, timidly looked at the people around her, and asked in a voice as light as a gnat: "Where is this? You...who are you?"
"Sister, if you are sitting here, you must have picked up a black card, right?" The person who spoke was sitting next to Qisi. He was a fat man in a woolen coat, in his early twenties. Because he was long and horizontal, he looked very tall. Strong.
He spoke with a northeastern accent and seemed quite enthusiastic: "The card I picked up said that this is a weird game. If you clear the level, your wish will come true."
The girl wiped her tears and her voice was filled with tears: "I don't want my wish to come true... I thought it was a prank, so I said 'yes'... I just want to go home now, okay let me go?"
"I've entered a weird game and still want to leave. The only way is to survive a few more days and see if I can clear the final dungeon." The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a green military coat, with messy greasy hair and an angular face. The beard is full of stubble, giving people the feeling of having experienced a lot of hardships.
"What is the most... final copy?"
"I don't know, I've only heard about it. It's useless to think about it. It's been thirty-six years and I haven't seen anyone pass the level." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned his head to the side and looked out the window. Wheat field.
However, the square-faced woman in black sportswear sitting next to him patiently answered: "Little sister, the final copy is the ultimate test of the weird game. Official players who have cleared more than three copies may trigger it at any time. As long as one player passes the level, This will turn off the weird game and release all players."
"How...how can I pass the final copy?"
"We all want to know, but unfortunately no one has the answer. But little sister, you don't have to worry too much. After you clear the level, you can make a wish to leave the game. I heard that you only need to accumulate 10 million points..."
While the woman was talking, a blond young man who had been sleeping in a chair seemed to be awakened and shouted impatiently: "Can you please be quiet and not let anyone sleep?"
Everyone looked at each other for a moment.
To be able to sleep so soundly after entering the dungeon is either a big heart or a boss.
Then I saw the blond young man opened his eyes in a daze and looked around. His eyes widened suddenly, and his face was full of confusion: "Fake! What the hell is this place? Where is my equipment?"
He put his hands into his pockets, and the next second, he burst out with an even more pitiful howl: "Oh God! Where is my phone?!"
Well, it seems that this person is also a newbie, and he still doesn’t understand the situation.
What makes Qisi more concerned is that this young man has a European and American appearance, but what he speaks is standard Chinese Mandarin that everyone here can understand.
I don’t know if it’s because he speaks level 8 Chinese or because Weird Games provided the translation.
"This...foreign friend, don't panic. Except for your body and clothes, you can't bring anything else into the copy." A thin man with a gentle appearance said with a smile, "If you think carefully about the basic common sense about this game, The invitation should have told you already.”
The young white man became quiet, probably remembering some information.
After figuring out the situation, he looked like he had seen a miracle and kept whispering: "Wow! Supernatural events! Cool!"
The newcomer girl didn't stop crying, wiping her tears softly and weakly, as if she would collapse if the wind blew.
If they see this attitude outside, most of the men present will have a strong desire for protection; but in the game, the first thing they think of is: Such a bad teammate won't hold the team back, right?
Fortunately, although this girl was scared, she still had some brains and didn't do anything as dangerous as asking to stop the car.
Of course, she couldn't ask for a stop, because the driver's seat of the bus was empty, and it was either autonomous driving or a real supernatural event.
There were eleven people in the car, and most of them, including Ziss, chose to remain silent.
In the stagnant atmosphere, the copy information came belatedly.
[Copy Name: "Eating Meat"]
[Copy type: Team survival (11 people)]
[Main mission: Survive in Su’s Village for five days]
[Preliminary tip: The bloody truth is buried in the villagers' words. Restore the truth in the words and repeat it at the right time. The villagers will not be able to cause harm to you]
Four lines of text were refreshed on the system panel. Qisi looked at the three words "Su's Village" and squinted slightly.
He hates the countryside, especially this dusty Chinese countryside.
After his parents died when he was sixteen, he was taken to live in the countryside for nearly a year. He was so tired that he felt like vomiting. Now he didn't want to stay here any longer.
If he was in Rose Manor, he still had the intention to savor the content of the copy; at this moment, he just wanted to finish pushing the copy immediately, go home and continue to lie down, read a book, refresh his phone, and continue his pleasant night.
On the bumpy bus, the black-haired young man rubbed his chin and thought silently: "I wonder what the guaranteed death toll is. Is one death per day enough? If one death is not enough, then two?"
Then he realized with disappointment that with the physique of the players present, the best he could do was beat the rookie girl, and still be alone...
"There are exactly eleven people in the car. All the players should be here." The square-faced woman stood up first and said with a smile, "Let's all get to know each other first."
"My name is Zhu Ling, and I won't be afraid of you laughing when I say it. This is my third dungeon. In reality, I am a heavenly master and know some ways to deal with weird things..."
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[Note] Quoted from Yang Xianhui's "Chronicles of Dingxi Orphanage".
