Chapter 228 Frog Hospital (Twenty-Eight) The Conspiracy Revealed

[Name: Book of the Dead (Broken)]

[Effect: Make the holder exhibit the characteristics of the undead and gain some of the abilities of the undead]

In the dean's office, behind the secret door, Qiss was holding a booklet with the texture of human skin, lying quietly among the corpses, pretending to be a dead corpse.

The props he just got are just right for use. In a sense, he is lucky.

[The prop effect is ongoing and can be turned off actively (after being turned off, it cannot be turned on again in this copy)]

[This effect has unknown hidden dangers. The longer it lasts, the greater the hidden danger]

[The negative impact of props on players may lead to dungeons]

Three lines of text were refreshed on the system interface, presenting an expression similar to the instructions for Chinese patent medicines, focusing on uncertainty.

Qis finally understood why the [Book of the Dead] was still inactive when he got it into his hands.

The sound of "unknown hidden dangers" is enough to make people feel nervous, and the negative impact it will bring about the copy... is even more prohibitive.

Few people are willing to risk their lives and wealth until they are at the end of their rope.

"It looks a bit confusing. The effect description has to wait until it is officially used. Is it some kind of commercial fraud?"

Qiss complained silently, and the scene when the invitation pulled him into the game appeared in his mind.

——Don't tell him the required points, or let him collect more information, for fear that he will regret it.

After Qisi pushed open the secret door, the corpse in the dark room squirmed toward the door like a caterpillar. After a long while, no trace of the living person was found, it fell silent again, and lay back quietly in its original place.

A pool of blood formed a lake under the corpse. Qisi huddled in a rare clean place, listening to the ticking sound of the hands of the fate pocket watch.

After coming out of the previous dream space, he was covered in mucus and charred ash left by the frogs, and he was as messy as a towel that had been crumpled and thrown into the fireplace.

There was no requirement for washing in the dungeon. Fortunately, he wore a white coat over the white shirt he wore underneath, which barely blocked out some dirt.

After realizing that if he wanted to avoid the refresh, he would most likely have to hide in a dark room filled with corpses, Qiss fell silent.

Okay, it's already dirty anyway, it doesn't matter if it gets a little dirtier.

Well, he's always been a happy-go-lucky guy.

As time passed, the nasal cavity gradually became accustomed to the bloody and putrid smell in the air, and the skin also adapted to the overcast and cold temperature in the dark room.

Qisi listened to the sound of his heartbeat becoming softer and slower little by little, blending into the deathly silence around him. Even if he put his hand on his heart, it was difficult to feel the obvious beating.

He guessed that this was one of the effects of the [Book of the Dead], and raised his hand to feel his breath.

The fingers have been infected by the environment and are as cold as well water, but the breath he exhales is even colder, like winter ice.

"I didn't expect that the effect of this book of the dead is quite powerful."

Qisi thought happily that in the future it would be more convenient to install NPCs in the dungeon to deceive people and pretend to be ghosts to scare people. In his current situation, anyone except himself would think that he was a cold corpse at first sight.

Of course, the top priority is to understand the hidden dangers and negative effects of [Book of the Dead], hoping that there will not be such a bad setting as "if you use it too much, you will actually die."

"I wonder if there will be more information from Lu Zimo. Maybe I can ask him after I get out."

Qisi calculated maliciously, turning his head to watch the hands of the destiny pocket watch move slowly, and at the moment it crossed six o'clock, the entire pocket watch went black.

No, it wasn’t the surface that went dark, to be precise, the entire space fell into darkness.

The candle that was originally erected in the center of the room disappeared instantly without warning. It was not dead, but more like a hidden existence.

Everything disappeared, along with the smell, sound and temperature, and Qis suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was just a conscious body, inexplicably hanging in a false consciousness space, with no physical objects, no past, and no future.

The feeling of nothingness only lasted for a moment. Thousands of silver-white fragments appeared out of thin air from the darkness, like a rewritten and re-run program, rendering every detail of the scene from the corners.

Qiss blinked, and when his vision settled again, the surrounding scene returned to what it was before it was refreshed.

The dim candlelight casts flickering firelight, coating the surrounding pale corpses like cocoons with a dark yellow glaze.

The sound of fire, the rotten smell, and the cold returned one after another. Green pus and bright red condensation flowed under the corpse, still not touching the place where Qis curled up.

The bet was right, the darkroom in the dean's office was not affected by the world refresh.

Chiss let out a breath and slowly sat up from the ground, trying not to make any sound.

I don't know if it's because he's been lying down for a long time, but his muscles are a little stiff. Every time he moves, his joints feel like a machine that hasn't been lubricated for a long time.

Ziss spent half a minute sitting up straight, bending his legs, resting his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his palms, and fell into deep thought.

"Should we go out and explore, find another place to sleep, or just spend the night in a darkroom?"

Going out to explore is helpful to seize the opportunity, but it is easy to bump into Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan. In his current situation, he will not be able to defeat two against one.

Sleeping somewhere else... doesn't seem necessary. Don't move around when the program can still run. The same goes for weird games. If you're not in danger, it's better not to change places casually.

Qisi thought endlessly, feeling sleepy rising like a tide.

He didn't sleep all night last night and experienced a lot today. His spirit was already exhausted. His consciousness was muddy and he soon lay down among the corpses and fell into sleep.

This time, he didn’t dream about the ghosts and monsters in the copy. Qisi sat awake in the consulting room of the mental hospital he visited twelve years ago. Opposite him sat the doctor with a blurry face, and beside him stood his parents who had clear faces.

The ghost who has not dreamed for many years appears again, giving people a sense of relief of seeing each other again after a long absence.

Zeiss lay on the table, smacking the contents of the dream with great interest - or rather, the faded memory.

He is a person without much imagination and creativity, and most of what he dreams about is what he sees and hears.

In the illogical dream, fragmented scenes were connected one after another. Qiss somehow ended up sitting on the electric shock chair. The woman in front of him was also sitting on the electric shock chair. The woman who euphemistically called him "accompanying him in treatment" was his mother. .

Zeiss can understand his psychology, but he still cannot empathize with him.

So this time, he sighed with compassion: "I have to say that my existence is really a disaster for you. Fortunately, you died relatively early and the disaster did not last too long."

The woman remained silent, only looking at Qiss with a smile that would never change in her memory.

Qis suddenly felt that it was not interesting anymore.

The sound of "rustling" penetrated the dream, and the scene that was floating in the clouds collapsed in an instant, and the scattered fragments sank into the corners of the palace of thought, invisible and invisible.

Qisi opened his eyes and looked at the pool of blood and corpses close at hand, and yawned.

The hands of the destiny pocket watch pointed to nine o'clock.

With the dim candlelight illuminating his field of vision, Zeiss saw the corpses closest to the outside awkwardly getting up from the ground and stooping towards the door.

Then the corpses in the middle stood up one after another in the same posture and walked out of the secret door in an orderly manner.

After the first two batches of corpses all left the dark room, the corpse in the innermost staggered towards the door.

Zeiss' position was close to the edge of the darkroom, not blocking the path to any corpse.

He waited quietly for all the corpses to exit the secret door, and then followed them calmly.

All the corpses are female corpses. After arranging them in order, it can be recognized that the leader is a pregnant ghost named "Xu Qing", who is the deceased wife of Dean Cheng Ping.

All the corpses were lying down and piled together. If he hadn't stood up, Qiss wouldn't have noticed the familiar person.

The ghosts of pregnant women were lined up in a queue, twisting and turning like earthworms in the narrow office. For the first time, we could get a glimpse of the patrol team in the corridor at night.

Qisi was at the end of the group. From his demeanor to his posture, he was extremely gregarious. No ghost noticed that a man had slipped into the crowd.

At a quarter past nine, Xu Qing stepped into the dark doorway. The ghosts behind her followed them one after another. Qisi lowered his eyebrows and followed suit.

…

At Green Frog Hospital, Lin Chen hung up the phone, and the sweat on his palms smeared a layer of water on the phone.

The person who answered the phone was not Qisi, but Sun Dekuan. His words were cryptic and he didn't mention Qisi's whereabouts. He looked at it with suspicion.

The connection between consciousness has been broken for a long time. Combining the clues obtained in the dean's office, Lin Chen was extremely sure that something happened to Qisi.

Moreover, there is a high probability that he was not simply harmed by ghosts, but was framed by players.

Otherwise, Sun Dekuan could have told the truth.

Lin Chen remembered that he had complained about Chiss' ruthlessness before, but now it seemed that he was too naive and took it for granted.

Players who seek to benefit themselves at the expense of others exist objectively. Only by taking strict precautions and eliminating every disadvantageous possibility can they not fall into a passive situation if they make a mistake.

The Jiuzhou Guild's declaration of peace and cooperation was vulnerable in the face of the bloody facts. Lin Chen swallowed his saliva, swallowing a hint of bitterness at the bottom of his tongue, and subconsciously glanced sideways at the female teacher beside him.

The latter had been sitting calmly by the bed looking at him. Now he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and asked calmly: "Do you have anything to ask me? Maybe I can answer some of your questions."

What...what do you mean?

Lin Chen swallowed again, feeling itchy in his heart, as if he had been run over by rough felt.

The female teacher was not in a hurry, she just sat elegantly and dignifiedly, put her hands on her knees, and tapped lightly.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Lin Chen's mind, including whether the other party discovered his contact with Qiss and knew about his suspicions.

Any speculation points to a bad outcome, but it won't get worse.

He stood up, took a deep breath, and asked, "How did you know that the bodies of Yu Kun and Bai Xiaowei were in the dean's office?"

"I installed positioning props on Yu Kun's body." The female teacher said with a smile.

Her light gray eyes were still emotionless: "After killing Yu Kun, I switched his body with that of a pregnant woman, and put the numbered bracelet on the wrist of the pregnant woman's body onto his hand."

Is this no longer pretending and a show of cards?

Lin Chen understood the meaning behind the words and his pupils narrowed.

He has read many TV series and novels and knows that when a villain confesses what he has done, he will either "die from talking too much" or kill someone to silence him.

Based on the strength comparison between him and the other party, it is obvious that the other party will not die from talking too much...

The female teacher looked at Lin Chen who was sweating coldly. She raised her palm and lowered it again: "Sit down, I won't kill you for the time being."

If I won’t kill him for now, does that mean I will kill him in the future?

Lin Chen's whole body was stiff, like a mouse being stared at by a cat, but his body retreated uncontrollably step by step and sat on the edge of the bed.

The female teacher continued: "You may not have noticed that along the way, many people have been talking about the rumor that a pregnant woman died in surgery. I don't think large-scale deaths are accidental. I tend to think that someone needs to collect corpses and hold some kind of ceremony."

"It's not your fault that you can't think of these. Due to the lack of knowledge and experience, you are destined to be unable to broaden your reasoning thinking and find this way of thinking. And because I have more information, after discovering the refresh mechanism, I determined that there is a place in this copy dedicated to storing corpses, and the rules are different from other places."

"I need a corpse to explore the way and find this place. I originally planned to use the dead Bai Xiaowei, but unfortunately when I went again When I went to the place where she died, her body had disappeared. I could only target Yu Kun and used some complicated means to kill him. "

"I'm not sure my plan will succeed. After all, male and female corpses are very different in scientific physiology and metaphysical properties. But things went better than I thought. Yu Kun's body successfully stood up at night and followed the team to a certain place. "

"I also verified that the use of corpses in this copy only depends on the placement and the number on the bracelet. This also provides more room for operation for my next plan. "

Lin Chen's heart sank inch by inch as the female teacher spoke, and everything that had happened since entering the copy flashed before his eyes.

The female teacher stayed alone to take care of the frogs on the second day, and the players were attacked by the pregnant ghost that night; the female teacher returned to the hospital alone on the third day, and then Yu Kun died, leaving only a pool of blood...

He wanted to retreat, but his body could not move, so he could only ask hesitantly: "You killed Yu Kun just to let his body explore the way?"

The female teacher tilted her head, as if wondering why he asked so much: "Lin Chen, I know you are an ordinary person with a simple sense of justice, but do you really think that someone is willing to uphold justice for a stranger who died without profit?"

"The definition and even the examples of justice are pseudo-propositions full of paradoxes, and exist based on group identity and the need to maintain stability. Late justice and even justice itself have no practical use except to deceive fools and tame the group."

Lin Chen stared at the female teacher's unfocused eyes, and a strong sense of discomfort accumulated in his heart, as if his chest was filled with sea water.

He could understand the essence of universal values ​​and public order and morality, but he never intended to become a member of those who played with and exploited the rules, becoming abominable in the midst of petty intrigues.

After a long silence, he asked, "Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the female teacher suddenly smiled, a distant, empty and transparent smile.

She said in an unchanging and calm tone, "I am not anyone, but I can be anyone. Of course, you can temporarily think that I am--"

"'Xi La'." (End of this chapter)