Chapter 62 Dialectical Game (7) Survival Instinct

Time flies, the lights go out, and a substantial darkness turns the interior into an artificial night.

Qisi curled up in the quilt and counted the seconds silently.

About two hours later, he estimated that the night was getting dark, so he rolled out of bed, stuffed the pillow under the sheets, and at the same time gathered the corners of the quilt to wrap himself up.

He walked into the bathroom equipped in the observation room in the dark, tentatively pressed a row of switches, and only turned on the small light next to the sink, illuminating the entire mirror embedded in the wall.

The white night light casts a shimmering light on the figure, making it appear brighter and darker in the mirror. On the pale face, the dark pupils occupy the entire eye socket, and the whites of the eyes are almost invisible, which is very consistent with the image of a non-human race in horror movies.

After using the bathroom, Qisi walked to the mirror, adjusted the angle several times, and even made a grinning expression. But no matter how you look at it, the figure in the mirror can be any humanoid creature, but it definitely doesn't look like a real person.

Qisi showed a slightly narrow smile to himself in the mirror and said humorously: "It seems that the first thing after escaping is to buy colored contact lenses."

He took out the indwelling needle buried in the back of his left hand and held it in his right hand. He walked to the door under the light of the bathroom and inserted the needle into the keyhole of the mechanical lock.

Being accustomed to using thin wires, it was not very easy for him to use a needle to unlock the door for the first time. It took him two minutes to pry the door lock open.

Then, push out the door.

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The corridors were dimly lit, perhaps to save electricity. The square lights on the ceiling were only turned on every five meters, making most places dark.

I don't know if it's because it's too humid, but the air seems to be filled with hazy water vapor, and the water droplets mixed with disinfectant condense on the face, bringing a slight chill.

The building that looked advanced and sci-fi during the day now looked dilapidated. There were green stains scratched between the bricks on the floor, and the snow-white walls were also mottled with yellow spots.

Ziss hid his figure in the shadows and walked towards the control room along the route in his memory.

I didn't meet anyone along the way. I don't know if it was Jin Yusheng who said hello or if the staff neglected their duties.

Qisi smiled happily as he thought about what he was going to do next: "I hope you won't be too surprised when you come over tomorrow and find that I'm missing. If you are asked to dig deep to find me, you might still be able to get it. Congratulations on overtime pay.”

Yes, Qisi never wanted to help Jin Yusheng kill the mother body. His plan from beginning to end was to escape from the institute.

After all, the mother body "Ziss" is a dangerous person, so why should he not be the same if he possesses all the memories of Qiss? God knows whether Jin Yusheng would think about eliminating harm for the people and create a drama where the rabbit died and the dog was cooked.

His promise to Jin Yusheng was just a blank check from beginning to end. All he wanted was for Jin Yusheng to take off his restraints and relax his observation and monitoring.

Jin Yusheng knew him very well, but he would never reveal his true character when getting along with anyone.

Based on Jin Yusheng's understanding of him, as a selfish person, he would definitely try his best to kill the mother's body to ensure his uniqueness as a "Qis".

But what Jin Yusheng didn't know was that he had no obsession with the identity of "Qisi".

Social relationships, interpersonal communication, and self-realization are all endowments of the human race, but he is still an instinctive animal who just wants to survive.

So what if he is Zeiss? So what if it’s not? As long as he is still himself and has the ability to think and act, he can be any existence in the world, even a ghost, a monster, an insect, a monster...

Qisi followed his memory to find the control room, used a retention needle to pick the lock, and walked in.

There was also no one left in the monitoring room. In the dim room, only a monitoring monitor emitted a blue light that served as lighting.

It can be seen that this room is as clean as the observation room, with nothing else except monitoring equipment, tables and chairs.

"An employee who neglected his duties can actually keep the workplace so clean. It seems that the average hygiene habits of federal citizens have improved in the past three years..."

Qisi complained, sat down on the chair in front of the monitor, picked up the mouse and started to operate the screen divided into small grids on the monitor.

Each grid was clicked to expand. While memorizing the features and details, he spliced ​​the scenes together in his mind, gradually constructing a complete picture of the entire institute in the palace of thinking.

Combined with more eye-catching landmarks such as "safety exit", he quickly found the location of the exit and designed an escape route.

What made Zisi more concerned was that there was no monitoring of the institute's exterior, so he knew nothing about the situation outside.

But it wasn't a big problem. He didn't expect to escape from the institute tonight.

The best plan is to first find a search blind spot and hide there for a whole day, and then find an opportunity to sneak out when the researchers are so busy looking for people that they have no time to take into account the internal situation of the institute.

Qisi was idle and bored, and sifted through all the surveillance pictures again, but could not find the location of the mother body "Qisi".

This is very reasonable. As the most important thing in the entire institute, the matrix has a high level of confidentiality and cannot appear in surveillance casually.

Jin Yu was afraid that the weird game would reveal that he was causing trouble, so he certainly didn't dare to lift the confidentiality in advance and expose the location of the mother's body so that Qis could find it.

What Ziss needs to do is to use the elimination method to find several places where the mother body may be stored, and then search them one by one.

Of course, Qisi just doesn't have this leisure at the moment.

He held his chin with his left hand and controlled the mouse with his right hand. He intercepted an hour-long surveillance video at this time yesterday, set it to play in a loop, and replaced the images of several surveillance coverage areas he planned to pass one by one. picture.

——Go to the dean's office first. Search inside and out while no one is around. You might be able to find some ulterior secrets that you can use as a handle to extort some initial funds after you escape from the institute.

——By the way, pick all the mechanical locks and search everywhere. It would be great if you can find self-defense equipment, which can be used to increase the success rate of escape.

——After all this is done, there probably won’t be much time left. The remaining day is just to find a surveillance blind spot and wait to escape by taking advantage of the defensive loopholes.

After sorting out the plan in his mind, Qisi was in a good mood and walked out of the control room humming a tune.

The moment he crossed the threshold, he caught a glimpse of the window adjacent to the corridor, and his eyes narrowed into a narrow line.

I saw two bloody handprints stamped on the old and dirty glass without warning, greasy on top, and thick blood still flowing down.

The electric light flickered crazily as if there was a bad connection, and slimy pus overflowed from the cracks in the ground, undulating and surging like life, wrapping around Zeiss' ankles.

As soon as the strange phenomenon appeared, it was like a switch was triggered. Qiss felt as if countless pairs of eyes suddenly appeared behind him, staring at him eagerly.

He turned his head suddenly and saw only a wall covered with yellow spots. There was no figure, not even... no reflection of him.

On the glass window, blood is slowly weaving into a few lines of text:

[Weird name: Clone Research Institute]

[Strange source: Copy of "Evolution Wrong Path"]

[Redemption Points: 500000]

[Exchanger: Jin Yusheng]

[Advent time: September 3, 2035]

Twelve hours have passed since he opened his eyes, and Qis finally saw clues about the strange game again.

The black-haired young man grinned a strange smile in the shadows like a hyena: "The entire institute is transformed from weird games into real weirdness. Supernatural phenomena will appear at night, leaving a weak, pitiful and helpless person like me. My clone is left here alone, I’m really heartbroken.”

The joke's meaning faded as it was told, and it didn't even make Zeiss himself laugh.

He pursed his lips and stared at the words on the glass with squinted eyes for a long time. Regardless of the dirt, he placed his hand on the bloody handprint and adjusted the angle slightly until his entire hand overlapped with the bloody handprint.

The handprint fit perfectly with the outline of his hand, as if he had put it on it.

"Is this saying... is this handprint mine? Is it a deliberate misleading, or is it a parallel space setting?" Countless speculations flashed through Zis's mind, and his breathing became rapid.

Just now, he suddenly thought of a question: People who are not selected by the weird game cannot know the existence of the game. People who know the existence of the game must be selected by the game. So, as a clone who knows the existence of the game, does he count as a player?

If not counted, his current state is undoubtedly contrary to the basic rules of the weird game. If so, why is there no countdown in the upper left corner of his sight?

Unless he is still in the dungeon, the disappearance of the system interface is just a part of the dungeon.

——A malicious part that intentionally deceived him.

Qisi walked quickly towards the surveillance blind spot in his memory.

In the corridor, pale lights flickered on and off, illuminating the floor with suspicious gray-black stains.

On both sides of the aisle, bloody handprints covered the glass and walls one by one, chasing some formless existence ahead.

The stench of the fermented disinfectant water gradually became pungent, and the whole person was immersed in the musty smell, as if it was about to rot together with the building.

Zeiss stopped at the edge of the surveillance blind spot.

In front of him was a dimly lit corridor with no tiles or painted walls. It didn't look like a facility in a research institute, but rather like the corridor of a dilapidated temple.

A thick gray-white fog arose from nowhere, obscuring the scene. Looking through the mist, one could only vaguely see a few clusters of dusty figures, some lying on the ground, some hanging from the ceiling, and some leaning against the wall.

Qisi held his breath and lowered his voice, approaching. At the moment when his whole body was submerged in the thick fog, he finally saw clearly the person closest to the outer edge of the thick fog.

——The eyebrows and eyes are as light as smoke, and the thin and pale lips are clearly his own!

He felt something in his heart and looked up at the hanging figure in front of him.

The man's head was slightly lowered, and his limbs were pierced by silk threads, hanging like a puppet. Judging from the figure, it’s him too!

All that are parked here are his corpses!

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