Chapter 56 Dialectical Game (1) Single-Player Puzzle Solving

Not all evil deeds will be judged as sin;

Not all sins are punished either.

——"Volume 2: Crime and Punishment"

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The dark night shrouded the sky over the cemetery, and from time to time a few red-eyed crows flew over and settled on the tombstones.

Qisi sat next to a short grave and fiddled with the newly plucked skeleton arm in his hand, like holding a bouquet of freshly picked crystal orchids.

One by one, white bone claw grass shoots out of the ground like buds, arranged crookedly and brightly and randomly. The thick black grave soil is soon covered with white flowers.

"Chisi... we died miserably..."

"You have to pay with your life... pay with your life..."

The wind carried the sobs of the undead. Qisi stood up and looked around, seeing a familiar statue standing in the distance.

The statue is bathed in the cold moonlight, covered with a thin layer of light red, and its lowered eyes look like pity and ridicule.

Qisi walked towards the statue step by step, trampling the fallen leaves on the ground, causing the crows to scream "Ahhh" in surprise.

Crows flew up like an evil wind and circled overhead. The fluttering wings made a strange sound of "hula hula".

"Wow!"

Lightning struck without warning, lighting up half of the sky and sending a tree of monsters flying away.

A cracked tombstone stood in front of him. The words on it were clear for a moment under the illumination of electric light. Qisi could only make out the word "Qi".

A shrill female voice screamed in her ear: "You killed me, you killed me...I want to pay with my life..."

Qisi tilted his head slightly, and a face covered by long hair was pressed against the tip of his nose. There were blood and tears flowing down from his empty eyes, filled with resentment and resentment.

"First, you committed suicide." The memory in Qisi's mind was confusing, but he corrected him kindly, "Second, I fulfilled your wish."

"Third, I have dealt with any evidence that can implicate me. I don't believe they can still find me after five years... So, why should I pay with my life?"

The woman in a red dress was covered in bloody knife marks, and at first glance she looked like she was spliced ​​together from fragments.

She raised her hands and strangled Qisi's neck, spitting out blood.

"I'm going to kill you...I'm going to kill you..."

Why can't you understand people?

Qisi looked at the woman in front of him distressedly, grabbed her hand, and broke off her fingers one by one.

The woman let out waves of resentful screams, and Qisi was the first to bear the brunt. However, he remembered something, bent over and burst into laughter.

Crazy emotions permeated the entire scene, the night glowed with a strange red light, and began to tremble violently.

Cracks extended from the edges of the picture, and soon spread throughout the whole, as if it would fall apart at any time.

[The countdown has ended and we are about to enter the next copy]

The cold electronic sound extinguished the chaotic nightmare, and the woman disappeared in an instant.

Zeiss found himself standing under a huge golden tree filled with black smoke.

The branches and leaves of the giant tree reach into the sky, heads hang from the hanging vines, and the roots like blood vessels penetrate deep into the mud. The corpses of various creatures are crawling on them, some have just begun to rot, and some have become bones.

"It's this dream again..." The memory finally returned completely, Qisi yawned blearily, "I haven't dreamed about that for a long time, is it hinting to me?"

Over the years, he has been deliberately training his will. Over time, even his dreams have become sober and controllable, making it almost impossible to be hypnotized and induced.

But after dreaming about "that thing" again after many years, he still lost the ability to "wake up" and was confused and confused by the illusory situation.

Even though he quickly regained his self-awareness, he still felt a little uneasy now, and felt that he needed to go back to his ancestral graves in his hometown in the countryside to dig up and take a look.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

The top priority is to clear more dungeons and bring more powerful props into reality.

All fear comes from insufficient firepower. If he can have enough power to compete with the official, he will naturally not have so many worries...

The scene changed, and there was a glimmer of light in front of my eyes. A life-size mirror appeared in sight, and prompt text slowly refreshed on the mirror.

[This copy is your third copy]

[After clearing this copy, you will become an official player and unlock all game features]

Qisi tilted his head and looked at it for a while, but what came to his mind was the scene at the end of the copy of "Carnivorous".

The god-level NPC told him: "In the next game, you will get symbols and revelations from the puzzles."

The oracle is most likely ambiguous, but the information contained in it may not be without value.

A lot of things happened six years ago, creating a lot of problems that Qisi still hasn't been able to figure out.

He was very curious about what kind of answer he would get in this copy.

[The countdown has ended, please enter the copy immediately]

The electronic sound sounded again, implying an urging.

Qisi raised his feet and stepped into the mirror, as if he were plunging into a pool of stagnant water.

The overwhelming darkness pressed in, and lines of silver-white writing flew across the void, accompanied by an emotionless announcement:

[A copy is being randomly generated...]

[The copy is loading...Loading completed]

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[Copy Name: "Dialectical Game"]

[Copy Type: Single Player Puzzle]

[Preliminary tip: This copy focuses on personal abilities, all your props will be blocked]

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The darkness he encountered was boundless, almost engulfing his consciousness. The body was as heavy as a corpse and could not move.

Zeiss felt himself falling. In the chaos, he lost his intuition about the direction and could not even sense the existence of his limbs. It was as if he was an abnormal creature with only its head left, wrapped in the nutrient solution of the culture tank or other invisible things.

After an unknown amount of time, the darkness slowly dissipated, and you could feel the faint light leaking in from the gaps through your eyelids.

Qisi struggled twice and finally opened his eyes.

The orange shadowless lamp shone directly into his eyes. Even though his eyes were a little blurry due to being closed for a long time, he still felt uncomfortable the moment he opened his eyes.

He subconsciously raised his hands to cover his eyes.

The arms seemed to be stained with some kind of mucus, which adhered to the face during contact, giving it a sucking touch, but it was not disgusting.

Qiss sat up, lowered his gaze, and saw that his whole body was covered with a layer of transparent liquid, colorless and odorless, which seemed to be some kind of nutrient solution for preserving samples.

The scenery around me was hidden in the darkness, and my eyes could only observe a narrow corner.

Ziss found that he was only wearing a white shirt with a huge "9" written on the cuffs. It was obviously not the one he wore before falling asleep in reality, but more like a common surgical gown in the hospital.

Beneath him is a smooth iron countertop. The slime outlines a light gray human shape on the gray background. The cold metal absorbs the remaining heat of the body and becomes warm.

——It seems to be an operating table.

"The background of this copy looks quite advanced..." Qisi subconsciously touched his right wrist. There was nothing there, and there was no special bracelet.

"It's said to be a blocked prop, but it's even blocked? Or is it that Weird Game discovered a bug and just remembered to fix it now?"

The idea came to the term "weird game", and Zeiss realized something was wrong.

The corners of his vision were completely empty. There was no system interface, no identity card, no prompt text, and even... not even a countdown.

"Is the computer crashed? The connection is disconnected? Or did the weird game cancel my account?"

Qisi speculated endlessly, but still tended to think that he was still in the game, rather than inexplicably traveling through time, or waking up in a mental hospital and finding that everything in the past was his imagination.

There is no other reason, and it is useless to consider the possibility of no solution. It is better to think wishfully that you just triggered a special mechanism and cannot see the system interface.

As for whether this mechanism comes with the dungeon or is created by a god-level NPC... well, that doesn't matter.

All you need to know is that no one has ever mentioned this situation on the forum. Either this situation is extremely rare and is an Easter egg in the game; or, all players who encounter this situation are dead... and there is a high probability that these two possibilities are superimposed.

Thinking of this, Qiss became excited instead, feeling the freshness of killing a living creature for the first time in his childhood for the first time in a long time.

He used the light of the shadowless lamp to press the switch on the wall.

The incandescent lamp in the center of the ceiling lit up, casting a blazing white light from overhead, illuminating the entire room.

The room is not big, only about 30 square meters. The four walls are clean and there are no dirt or spots at first glance.

There was a closed iron door on the wall facing Qiss, and a huge glass jar, big enough to fit a person, was placed in the left corner.

The glass jar was open, and about three-quarters of the space was occupied by a colorless and transparent liquid, with a huge number "9" written in red pen on the surface.

There is a pile of objects covered by black canvas in the corner on the right. Through the canvas, you can only faintly see their outlines hidden underneath. They are probably the same glass jars.

There is a low table between the canvas and the operating table. The tabletop is very clean, but the drawers are slightly open, revealing the contents inside.

I can't see the system interface, and I have no way of knowing the main tasks, but there is nothing to do at the moment. Being alone in a closed space, Qisi felt sorry for himself if he didn't search the place.

He got out of bed, opened the drawer, took out all the things inside, and lined them up on the operating table.

There was no scalpel or other equipment that could be used for self-defense. The only thing in the drawer was paper, which looked like medical records.

Printed on the page are clear black words:

[Zis, male, born on January 1, 2014, first developed the symptom of "soul weightlessness" on January 1, 2035, and was diagnosed on February 3 of the same year. On March 15, 2035, the patient entered a persistent vegetative state, possibly due to the escape of his soul. 】

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