Chapter 248: The Accomplices (Part 3) Dead Bones All Over the Ground

The players, led by Tang Yu, walked towards the direction of the mansion with a knife in one hand and a keychain and lantern in the other.

Qisi fell at the end of the team, holding the lantern under his arm, shaking out "The Record of the Netherworld" from his sleeve, and tearing off the bloody part without leaving a trace.

He started tearing the paper when he first got the book, tearing it up whenever he got the chance, and he kept tearing it until now, and finally it was almost clean.

"Brother Qi, I saw some information on the forum, copies of "Hopeless Sea" and "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School", you and Chang Xu..."

Lin Chen walked in the middle of the team, holding the ring on his ring finger, silently reciting questions but hesitating to speak.

Once familiar, twice familiar, he has become accustomed to communicating with Qiss through consciousness, and always thought that this was a side effect of the team ring.

"Yes, Chang Xu and I met twice more." Qisi scattered the scraps of paper in his hand on the ground and answered vaguely, "There were some misunderstandings before, but the misunderstanding was resolved later."

"Misunderstanding?" What kind of misunderstanding can lead to life and death?

Lin Chen just felt that there was too much to talk about, and this seemed to be perfunctory, right?

The next second, he heard Qisi's quiet voice at the bottom of his mind: "Have you ever heard of the Gamble of the Gods?"

This vocabulary is no stranger to Lin Chen, who often collects information and memorizes knowledge in forums.

He said hesitantly: "I've heard a little bit. This was one of the popular hypotheses about the nature of the game twenty years ago, saying that the weird game is a huge chessboard, and all the players are pawns in the game of the gods..."

"Yes." Qisi said lightly, "This is a bet involving the past, present and future. The evil gods who fell in Ragnarok bet everything, and Chang Xu and I are the pawns they bet on.

"If there is a winner in the chess game, the gods must want me and Chang Xu to be hostile. It is not difficult for a being at that level to control fate and create a life-and-death situation.

"But I don't want to be controlled by the gods, and I believe he is the same. So strictly speaking, he and I are now grasshoppers on the same rope."

The young man's tone was solemn and solemn, and Lin Chen couldn't help but be touched by it. Suddenly, he seemed to see the identity card in the upper right corner of his sight trembling, as if he was trembling at the secret he accidentally learned.

After binding the identity tag, Lin Chen studied the corresponding records and knew that the identity tag, as an existence closely related to the gods, would naturally resonate with some important secrets.

The abnormality of the identity card did not surprise him. What shocked him was——

Qisi was even willing to tell him this level of things. Has his trust in him reached such a high level?

Lin Chen fell into a downtime, stopped making any sound, and even slowed down his steps.

Chiss didn't take the opportunity to plant any more hints in the tool man's heart.

He is actually not very used to participating in games as a ghost.

If you cannot feel the bright light and heat, it is difficult to generate emotions naturally. This also weakens your intuition about the attitudes and intentions of others. Many perceptions and expressions that you take for granted in daily life require complex steps and precise analysis. To obtain and make.

Even if he was already familiar with Lin Chen's thinking model and psychological model, he could only barely read "Lin Chen was suspicious of the wrong information he provided in the past", "Lin Chen hopes to hear information that can dispel his suspicion" and "Lin Chen Expect to feel trusted" three messages, and then give a good answer in the general direction.

It's just... quite troublesome.

"We're here, this should be the residence." Tang Yu, who was walking in front, stopped and raised the knife in his hand.

The small building that looks like a monster when looking from a distance is right in front of you. The houses are lined up closely next to each other, casting a cold shadow over the heads of the players in the dusk.

The broken tiles and window lattice were thickly covered with dust, and the wood on the walls, eaves and stairs were dull and decayed and filled with mold. Several doors have long lost their keyholes and door panels, as if they had been abandoned for a long time.

"I will die if I live in this wretched place at night." Qiu Xin said listlessly, "These doors and windows will open after a few hits. Even if there is no ghost in the house, it will not be difficult for the ghost outside to get in."

"There's nothing we can do. Let's try to choose a room with intact doors and windows. After choosing a room, before it's completely dark, check to see if there's anything else hidden in the room."

Luo Haihua suggested, looking at the key chain in Tang Yu's hand: "Xiao Tang, can you tell which key corresponds to which room?"

Tang Yu glanced at the mansion, which was exactly the same except for its dilapidation, then looked down at the key carved out of a mold in his hand, and became confused.

Luo Jianhua said: "Try them one by one, time is not urgent."

Just when the players came over, the sky became darker again. All the buildings in the distance were hidden in the darkness, and only the uneven outlines were vaguely visible.

The lanterns in the hands of the players are on tirelessly, and the firelight seeps through the paper lampshade, which lights up and goes dark as the candle flame turns on and off, acting as a light source for illumination.

The shadows of objects swayed under the bouncing light, but only the shadows of people were missing. It reminded people of ghosts wandering at night with lanterns in horror stories.

There is still some time left before the ghosts appear in the ion time, but the darkness of night is still enough to instill the fear of foreigners in a foreign land.

Tang Yu said: "Let's move quickly. It won't be difficult to find six habitable houses."

He carried the key chain and walked straight to a small wooden cabin on the far left side of the mansion.

Luo Haihua followed him, not forgetting to smile at the other players: "That's right, when one person enters a room, don't grab or pick. My husband and I can take the lead."

The atmosphere relaxed a lot. Lin Chen and Qiu Xin followed Tang Yu one after another, with Qisi following at a distance as usual.

Tang Yu stood still in front of the wooden house door, holding the knife in front of him with his right hand, holding the key in his left hand and inserting it into the keyhole of the wooden door.

With a "click", the door opened lightly.

Even Tang Yu himself had a flash of strange color on his face and took half a step back unconsciously.

"Who wants this room..."

He was halfway through speaking, and the subsequent words were stuck in his throat.

He saw that the wooden door opened wider and wider before he reached out to pull it, and the "crunching" friction sound was like a monster chewing bones.

A lamp was lit like a bean on the low table in the room. The dim light spread out in the small space, reflecting a short shadow on the ground.

The little old man wearing a bamboo hat and black robe grinned and came out of the room with yellow teeth: "We have a few foreigners, we will share a room with you tonight. Share a room with me."

His appearance, body shape and voice were exactly the same as the old man who was killed by Tang Yu not long ago, but there were no scars on his body, and his movements were not abnormal at all.

He seemed not to remember that he had been killed once. The shadow cast on the ground floated under the light, always in the shape of a human being.

what is going on? Is he a ghost left in the world, or is he the brother of the dead old man?

But even if they were brothers, they wouldn't be so similar, right?

The players stood still for a long time, and you could hear needles dropping in the air.

The little old man seemed unaware and turned back to the house. When he came out again, he was carrying a bunch of keys in his hand, which was exactly the one Tang Yu originally carried.

The bunch of keys in Tang Yu's hand turned into a bunch of finger bones tied together with leaves and grass stems in the blink of an eye, reflecting the cold light.

Tang Yu woke up from a dream, flicked his finger bones to the far corner, raised the big knife with his right hand, and slashed at the old man.

The old man's head flew out, leaving behind a corpse with a bowl-sized wound on his neck, which fell to his knees with blood gushing out.

He seemed to be the most pure human being, he could be killed with one knife, and he was far from posing a big threat.

But when it appears in a copy of a weird game, players cannot afford to be careless or underestimate it.

Tang Yu kicked the old man's body out of the room, bent down to pick up the key chain, and looked back at everyone: "There is a dead person in this room, do you still want it?"

No one said anything for a while, not because the room was unlucky, but because the old man's situation was too unbelievable.

In the silence, I heard a "squeak" sound coming from the door of the wooden building next to me, followed closely by the "clatter" sound of the key chain.

The players turned their heads in response.

The intact little old man came out with the key chain and grinned: "A few foreign guests, two of us will share a room tonight. Share a room with me."

The newly deceased corpse was lying at the door, still gurgling with blood.

The flat shadow evaporated thick black smoke, which spread into a large area in a few seconds, sealing the players in it and causing them to lose their way in all directions.

The little old man didn't seem to notice, and just stared at the player, making him look like a man with a gleam on his back.

The situation has developed beyond expectations, and now there is no way to leave or escape.

No matter what, the players must live in the mansion tonight, two to a room, and follow the rules of the game played by the townspeople.

In the stagnant atmosphere, Qisi raised a smile on his lips: "Okay, then we will have three rooms, thank you for your hard work, old man."

He paused for a moment and tilted his head: "I just don't know how to divide the rooms? Should we decide who shares the room with whom, or should you, old man, decide?"

Due to emotions and reasons, the specific arrangements for housing should be decided by the guests themselves.

The old man smiled and said: "As long as two people share a room, it will be fine! When you decide, I will take you to choose a room."

The players didn't respond. On the one hand, they couldn't figure out the reason why the old man came back from the dead and didn't dare to mess around. On the other hand, they were also silently thinking about the room allocation issue.

According to the tradition of distinction between men and women, Qiu Xin should live with Luo Haihua, but Luo Haihua and Luo Jianhua are husband and wife, and they may not be willing to separate...

"People with the same main mission share a room. There are exactly three main missions, each corresponding to two players, right?"

Qisi turned his head to look at the players, and the smile on his face faded, returning to a calm indifference.

"According to the rules, the number of dead must be an even number. Even if only two people die, if their main missions are different, there will be a tricky situation of four people taking on three main missions.

“Fortunately, people who live in the same room live and die together. In that case, why not let the main quest go into the grave with the dead.

"By the way, I suggest that whether you are a 'ghost' or a 'human', you should take out the props in the prop inventory before you die. Others should help return them to the deceased's respective guild or friends after using them.

"Instead of letting them disappear with the death of the deceased, it is better to leave them to the living to increase the probability of survival. If you are worried, my skills are related to the 'oath', which can help you swear under the witness of the rules."

Zis's suggestion is not indifferent, but it is the most rational and economical choice.

When death is inevitable, only by maximizing the value of an individual and minimizing losses can the collective survive better.

Unfortunately, not everyone can make rational decisions after all, and until the end, no one raised the issue of the ownership of props after death.

However, compared with the outrageous proposal of "leave props as a legacy", the proposal of "let players with the same main mission die together" seems much easier to accept.

Luo Haihua and Luo Jianhua share a room, Qi Si and Lin Chen share a room, Tang Yu and Qiu Xin share a room - in the later stages of the weird game, there is not so much emphasis on gender.

The old man looked on with a smile. After the players made their decision, he turned and walked into the wooden building.

The players did not dare to neglect, and followed the old man into the musty and grease-smelling space one by one, and climbed the creaking stairs to the second floor.

Under the shadow of the lantern, wooden doors were arranged like tombstones.

The old man used the key to open three of the doors, revealing a tomb-like room at the back.

Qisi walked into the middle door. Although Lin Chen hesitated, he walked in and closed the door.

With a click, the door locked behind him, blocking out all sounds.

The two of them were apparently imprisoned inside, and they had to wait one night to clear themselves of the suspicion of being "ghosts" before they could get out.

The room was sparsely furnished, with two side-by-side wooden beds with quilts leaking out of lint, and a rickety wooden table with a small corner missing leaning against the head of the bed.

The surrounding light is obviously much dimmer than the outside world. Even if the lantern in his hand is lit tirelessly, it is only enough for the person holding the lantern to see the general outline of things, as if it is a restriction set by some mysterious force, and the fall of night marks the end of the day.

At sunset, all things will rest, mortals will fall into dreams, and ghosts and gods will appear and disappear.

Zeiss placed the lantern on the wooden table and sat down by the bed.

Lin Chen had been absent-minded since Qisi made those extremely rational remarks, and now he followed them in a daze.

Then, I heard Qisi suddenly say: "Lin Chen, who do you think is the traitor?"

Lin Chen came back to his senses, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "I don't know, but I feel that the three people who didn't write letters, Luo Haihua, Luo Jianhua, and Qiu Xin are very suspicious.

"There is no evidence to prove their explanation of why they entered Yanghua Town, and no one can guarantee that they were not driven in by tigers."

"That's right." Qisi nodded slightly and looked out the window, "But have you ever thought that having a letter with you doesn't rule out suspicion?"

"ah?"

"The scholar said that foreigners who come from afar may have been killed by tigers and become ghosts."

Qisi suddenly turned his head and looked directly into Lin Chen's eyes: "Do you think there is a possibility that I died at the beginning of the dungeon and infiltrated into the player's team as a ghost?"

This is undoubtedly a joke.

From the moment Lin Chen met Qisi, he was confused by the latter's indifferent attitude, and his doubts accumulated.

Listening to the young man talking and laughing, he suddenly regained the feeling in his memory and couldn't help but relax a little.

"It shouldn't be possible." Lin Chen grinned, "The dungeon won't arrange a certain death situation at the beginning, haha. The tiger's harmful effects are definitely not small. With so many players present, it's impossible not to notice it. ”

"Who knows?" Qisi lowered his eyes and reached for the lantern on the table. "The current situation gives me a confusing feeling. To be honest, I can't trust anyone, including you. After all, you can get it At the latest, I don’t know if anything has happened.”

Lin Chen was startled, and then heard the young man continue: "Of course, you can't trust anyone, including me. After all, you have no way of knowing what we encountered before you arrived, and whether there was any plan."

Lin Chen blinked: "Qi...Brother Qi, that's not it. If we are all alive tomorrow morning, we can eliminate the suspicion together."

Qisi said nothing and raised the lantern to shine at the window.

There were several holes in the paper windows, which were illuminated by lanterns and shone brightly.

Through the holes, you can see the scene behind the wooden building.

In a huge pit, densely packed human bones were piled up layer by layer, protruding into towering hills. Some were still rotting, and some only had skeletons left.

And the two corpses placed at the top were the old men who were hacked to death by Tang Yu! (End of chapter)