Chapter 118 Shuangxi Town (19) Going to Hell

It's already one o'clock in the afternoon. Qisi stepped out of the house with his cell phone in hand, and was soaked in the damp chill within a second.

The vast mist curled up from the shadows again, covering the entire street gracefully, casting a white gauze-like filter on the white walls and black tiles far and near, as if in a dream.

Qisi lowered his head and used two fingers to adjust the size and direction of the map on his phone, planned a route, put away his phone, and followed his memory.

Du Xiaoyu and Shang Qingbei followed him, silent all the way.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the houses on both sides are getting farther and farther apart, as if they are flowing from a long and narrow waterway into a lake.

After the road opened up to the extreme, Qiss saw a well in the center of the flat land in front of him.

The edge of the well was piled with black stones. The edges were worn in many places and were in dilapidated condition. There was no bucket next to it, but there was a half-rotted rope wrapped around the wooden frame, with a movable rope loop tied to the end.

The instructions are very clear, just put the rope around the waist and put the person down.

Looking at the uneven thickness of the hemp rope due to decay, Qisi had a vague suspicion that after people got down, the rope would break at some point, leaving people underneath forever.

"Tick, tick..."

The faint sound of water rang in my ears, and it sounded like there was more leakage.

A trembling voice of Ai Ai came from the well: "Help me... help me..."

The surrounding light dimmed several degrees, changing from day to night in an instant.

Qisi saw a woman wearing a red wedding dress sitting by the well, looking haggard.

The woman's long waterfall-like hair covered most of her face, and her face could not be clearly seen. All she could see were the dark eyes leaking out of her hair, and her cold eyes.

"No one can save me? I can't save anyone...no one can save me..."

She muttered, as if she had finally made a decision, she turned around in an instant and jumped down. The remaining red image reflected in the mist like blood, lingering for a long time.

The scene continued, and the townspeople who clearly did not belong to this era rushed over with open arms and started talking earnestly.

"Miss is dead, how can we fix this?"

"It's troublesome. I'm going to commit suicide in a red wedding dress and throw myself into a well. I'm afraid I'm going to be evil!"

The discussion gradually subsided, and a short, fat woman in floral clothes pushed through the crowd and walked to the front.

She was obviously very prestigious, and she calmed the panicked townspeople with just a raise of her hand.

"What are you afraid of? This girl has lost her mind. Old lady, I just don't have this granddaughter! I will build a temple for her someday, make a Feng Shui bureau, and put her under control."

"Someone just happened to be eyeing us, and they want to send someone to investigate. Then we will pretend that it is a custom to worship the gods, and stuff in some money. Are we still afraid of something happening?"

The townspeople responded noisily, and the scene faded in the hustle and bustle of a vegetable market, like a wisp of smoke blown away into mist by the wind.

It was light again. Qisi looked at the time, it was exactly half past one in the afternoon.

"Help me..." the voice from the well sounded tirelessly.

Qisi turned back to look at Du Xiaoyu and Shang Qingbei, and said in a joking tone: "Although I don't know whether these pictures are credible, at least the truth about the Goddess of Joy has been explained. Is this a request for us to give you a sweetener before doing something?"

Shang Qingbei adjusted his glasses: "It seems that the Goddess of Joy did commit suicide, but the reason is different from what Sister-in-law Xu said. She was forced by the people in the town and asked for help to no avail, so she had to choose death."

Du Xiaoyu didn't understand and asked: "Listen to what those people call her, isn't she 'Miss'? Who else can force her to death?"

Distorted desires stretch out their claws like wild beasts, gradually swallowing up family affection and humanity, alienating them into empty shells that can be measured by interests.

Qisi walked towards the well step by step, looking down at the wellhead as deep as his eyes: "There are still some key clues missing, I'm afraid I have to go down the well to find them."

…

In the time and space past Shuangxi Town, Liu Bingding and Li Yao were sitting next to a coffin with the lid lifted, relatively speechless.

The meeting between the two was so simple that it was almost hasty. Liu Bingding followed the funeral procession and found the place where the coffin was parked. He happened to hear Xu Yao's cry for help, so he pried open four coffin nails and helped the person out.

Li Yao's identity at this time is "Miss Xu" and she is located outside Xu's residence. The side mission of "Escape from Xu's residence with "Miss Xu"" is naturally judged as "Completed".

On the system interface, new text is refreshed in a timely manner.

[Congratulations on getting the clue "Local Chronicles"]

A yellowed paperback book opened in the minds of two players. The densely packed text outlined the past of Double Happiness Town:

Three hundred years ago, Shuangxi Town was just a small settlement nestled in a ravine. Transportation was inconvenient, and transportation and purchasing were extremely difficult. Therefore, it has always been accompanied by poverty.

It wasn't until a woman named Xu came here that a decent town sprang up.

The woman called herself "Mr. Xu". She was originally a goddess who told fortunes, pretended to be gods and ghosts, and had powerful voodoo skills that could confuse people's minds and make them stupid.

She was well-known in this industry, and gradually she was no longer satisfied with defrauding people of money, and began to use the convenience of walking around the streets to lure women and children and sell them to other places.

When the government came under intense investigation, Mrs. Xu looked around and focused on the hidden area of ​​Shuangxi Town. She took root here with the money and connections she had accumulated over the years.

She resumed her old business, leading people from the mountains to various places, stunning the woman and putting her in a coffin. She then sent her to the mountains away from the eyes and ears of the government, where she would be made stupid and stupid by using poison before being transported to another place.

At first the government did not notice the actions of the townspeople. After all, no one would have thought that a married girl would be mixed up in the funeral procession and have a happy event in such an unlucky way.

By the time the government learned everything, it was too late. Shuangxi Town's industry had already grown. The townspeople protected each other closely, and even made many offerings to open up all the joints.

Mrs. Xu knew how to measure herself, and she was a good person. In addition, she never provoked anyone she shouldn't, so most people who knew about her would turn a blind eye.

Decades passed like this, and Po Xu became the master of Shuangxi Town. She built a mansion and even had contacts with many officials.

Over the next hundred years, her trade and voodoo skills were passed down from generation to generation, from female to male, and the person who took over each generation was respectfully called "Po Po Xu" by the townspeople.

Until Xu Yao's generation.

The record stopped abruptly, and Li Yao continued: "As the granddaughter of Po Xu of that generation, Xu Yao was dissatisfied with Po Xu's activities and wanted to join forces with a county magistrate from the county to collect evidence and rescue the captured girls. , it’s a pity that it was discovered halfway.”

Liu Bingding asked: "So Mrs. Xu 'killed her relatives out of righteousness'?"

"No..." Xu Yao shook her head slightly, but suddenly stopped.

She saw several vague outlines appearing in the white mist in the distance, fluttering and flickering, as if they would be blown away by the wind.

The shadow is getting closer and closer, and the blood-like blush can already be seen through the gauze-like mist. The vague and weird smile was so vague that it was hard to see clearly, and it looked even more terrifying.

"he he he he he……"

A total of seven paper figures floated over, waving their arms. The high-pitched and scary laughter was mixed with the hunting noise of the paper clothes, tapping the listener's nerves time and time again.

"Lie down in the coffin quickly and close the lid!" Xu Yao turned over and got into the coffin, pulling Liu Bingding in as well.

With a "bang", the coffin lid was closed, blocking out the sound, light and color.

At the last second when the world turned dark, Li Yao only saw a pale face flashing through the gap...

…

"Help me...someone help me..."

The sound from the bottom of the well repeated itself over and over again.

Chiss asked: "How do you need us to save you?"

The voice paused for two seconds, as if it was thinking. When it sounded again, the lines had been changed: "Come down...take me away..."

Shang Qingbei took a small step back and touched his chin: "There are three of us, so we can go down alone, one is responsible for pulling the rope, and the other is looking out for the wind."

Qisi lowered his head and asked calmly: "Who is going down?"

"Let me tell you in advance that I won't go down. Even if you force me to go down, I won't tell you if I find clues." Shang Qingbei adjusted his glasses and stared at Qisi with a calm and sharp gaze, "Now that things have happened, I will Let's make it clear. I suspect that you are a massacre player, and I think you can make Du Xiaoyu obey your orders. I don't trust you two and don't believe that you can guarantee my safety."

"Who are you calling a massacre player?" Du Xiaoyu said in a bad tone, but he was not very confident.

In the several team copies he has experienced in the past, senior players basically acted as leaders and took the lead in searching for clues. He can also take a sip of hot soup by following the leader.

But when it comes to this copy, why does it taste completely different? Not to mention that there have always been conflicts within the team, but Qisi seems to be very talkative, but has he fulfilled his responsibilities as a leader from beginning to end?

Thinking about it this way - could Zis really be massacring top players, right?

Thinking of this, Du Xiaoyu shuddered: "Do you have evidence? You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense!"

"There is no evidence, but I don't dare to bet." Shang Qingbei shook his head gently, "If I am wrong, I will apologize to you later. But I want to live, and I cannot tolerate any mistakes in this regard. I hope you understand. "

"That's reasonable." Qiss agreed and asked, "Then who do you think should be allowed to go down?"

Shang Qingbei said: "Du Xiaoyu is not good. His strength is too weak and he may not be able to find effective clues. And Qi Wen, you are a senior player and have sufficient strength. Although I have always been suspicious of you, with Du Xiaoyu here, you don't have to worry. Someone pull you up."

Qiss asked with interest: "Then why do you think that the clues I took the risk to obtain will definitely be made public?"

Shang Qingbei was silent for two seconds, held his glasses frame and said, "It's okay if you don't make it public. Anyway, I won't go down the well. Compared with clues, I think life is more important."

This is a typical smart pig game model. Shang Qingbei is in a weak position in the game, and the risk of his actions is high; correspondingly, Qisi is in a strong position, and the risk of his actions is low.

When the same goal needs to be achieved, the weak will gain more from passive responses than actions, while the strong will only be forced to take action personally due to the situation.

Qisi knew this very well, and a calm smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He suddenly understood why the "Puppet Master" liked to steal the obviously flawed identity of "Leader".

It goes against common sense and gives probability to all decisions. What's more, it directly induces the group to put pressure on itself...

The mob is the easiest to be incited, and will always be unconsciously tempted to make anti-intellectual decisions, thinking that this is their own democracy.

And once all choices are cast under the veil of chance and democracy, few will doubt the deliberate layout.

Just like now, no one would think that Qisi wanted to go down the well to take a look. They would only think that all this was due to Shang Qingbei's coercion.

Even if he told a big lie based on this, who would think that it was a pre-designed scam?

Qisi walked quietly to the wooden frame next to the well, picked up the rope loop and weighed it twice.

The whole town was damp, cold and foggy, and the hemp rope was soaked. It was a bit heavy in the hand, but it looked strong.

Qisi directly put the rope loop around his waist and tied it tightly.

Shang Qingbei thought he would have to waste more words, but he didn't expect Qisi to compromise so quickly.

Seeing the young man's swift movements as if he had been well prepared, he felt a little ashamed. Could it be that he had really wrongly accused a good person because of his prejudice?

Qisi sat on the edge of the well and looked back at Du Xiaoyu: "I'll go down first to check the situation. In five minutes, no matter what happens, you must pull me up."

Du Xiaoyu nodded hurriedly, stood next to the wooden frame wrapped with ropes, and played with the pulley mechanism seriously.

The reason why he was so obedient before was not because of any fan sentiment, but because he picked the thickest thigh to hug him like he did in any dungeon before.

Unexpectedly, the thigh was not as solid as it seemed, and he was encouraged to go down the well with just a few words.

At the moment, he was already having trouble with Shang Qingbei, and all he could do was knock out his teeth and swallow blood, praying that Qisi would come up with all his beard and tail.

Qisi turned his back with a calm expression, held the hemp rope with both hands, and jumped into the well.

Du Xiaoyu quickly held the pulley of the wooden frame and slowly lowered the well rope in circles.

The dry well was bottomless, and the stone walls on both sides were so slippery that it was impossible to apply force. Qisi could only let himself be lowered by the rope like a piece of bait hanging on a fishhook.

Time passed by, and with the rhythmic ticking of the pocket watch, the aperture above the head became farther and farther away, the temperature around him became lower and lower, and the lingering chill was driven away.

In the silence, my feet suddenly stepped on the soft soil, as if I had reached the bottom of the well unknowingly.

Qisi took out the makeup mirror from his arms and turned on the LED light switch.

Under the pale light, he saw messy bones scattered all over the place, and the skeletons remaining after the decay of human corpses were piled up in an orderly manner.

In the center of the cluster of prostrate bones, a young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers sat cross-legged.

The young man lowered his head, his exposed skin was morbidly pale, and not a single sound of breathing came out in the silence, adhering to the silence of a corpse.

Qisi walked over calmly, lifted the young man's chin, and as expected saw his own face.

A dead, silent, expressionless face.

In an instant, countless non-narrative information flowed through his mind, and scenes flashed before Qisi's eyes.

Zhang Sheng, who came to look for someone, sat on the boat, smelling the incense and gradually losing consciousness.

The man who punted the boat docked the raft and ordered the women on the shore to throw the unconscious uninvited guest into the well.

Zhang Sheng's soul floated into the town, attached to a paper man, and wandered around in a daze...

But, it turns out that paper people can also dream?

Qisi showed a weird smile, patted his corpse's shoulder unceremoniously, leaned into his ear and said loudly: "Wake up, you've been sleeping for so long, shouldn't you get up and work?"

…

In last night's dream, the ghost holding Li Yao's face asked faintly: "Do you think I am a dead person or a living person?"

At that time, Qiss looked at her and showed a gentle smile: "So what about the dead? What about the living? If you are a ghost, you will kill all the players; if you are a player, you will survive from the ghosts. Apart from their positions, ghosts and humans have nothing to do with each other. What's the difference?"

The female ghost grabbed Qisi's neck and said coldly: "I will kill you...I will kill you..."

Zeiss was having difficulty breathing, but he was still smiling: "I am not averse to death. If I die, I will be happy to roam the world as a ghost and kill those humans."

He paused for a moment and frowned: "Of course, I am a bit vindictive. How do you think my strength, who is also a ghost, compares to yours?"

…

At this moment, Qisi used a not gentle method to trick himself into hiding.

The corpse opened its eyes slightly, and the pupils facing the visitor were dark and dull, as if it could swallow the soul.

After suffering from the "soul weightlessness" disease for so many years, Qiss has long been accustomed to facing himself face to face.

He admired his body for a few seconds, smiled and said hello, and then turned his attention to a piece of yellow prayer paper scattered on the ground.

He bent down and picked up the yellow paper, quickly scanned the text on it, and said lightly: "Sending letters is quite efficient."

From the moment he saw the old man burning paper in the Temple of Joy, Ziss realized that there might be an interesting gameplay in this copy.

After discovering that the cell phone clues were fake, he became more certain about his guess: Since some high-ranking beings can create fake clues, why can't players try it?

Zis stuffed the yellow paper into the corpse's pocket, untied the rope from the body, and put it on the corpse. Then he placed a series of props such as a silver bracelet, a destiny pocket watch, and a rose heart on the corresponding parts of the corpse in sequence.

After finishing everything, he looked at the tape recorder, Poseidon's scepter and other props that were difficult to take out in the props column with some distress. He looked up at the corpse that had regained consciousness and smiled:

"It's still early, are you interested in signing a contract?"

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