Infinite Weird Game

The darkness around me gradually dissipated, but the scene in front of me was still extremely dark. It seemed to be night.

When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Qis saw that he was standing in a forest.

Densely packed tree trunks slanted on both sides of him, and lush green branches and leaves blocked the paths behind and on both sides, leaving only a small path in front of him that was only wide enough for one person to pass and twisted its way into the depths of the woods.

There was a faint fragrance floating in the air, swaying like strands of ribbons, timidly spreading among the woods.

The breeze blew away the clouds, and a few beams of moonlight passed through the leaves, mixing with the wet white mist to seep into a silvery ground. The faint fragrance seemed to be sticking to the mist and diffusing.

[Dungeon name: "Beware of the Rabbit"]

[Instance type: Single player puzzle]

[Preliminary reminder: This is a role-playing dungeon. All your props that do not match the dungeon background have been banned.]

The copy information was refreshed, and it was another single-player puzzle copy, just like "Dialectical Game".

It seems that the gods have a special liking for single-player puzzle solving, perhaps because there will be no other interference factors.

As expected, the prop bar was completely dark, with only the [Pocket Watch of Destiny], [Ghost Driver's Recorder], and [Paper Cutter of the Self-Mutilator] still lit.

The [Rose Heart] on the neck and the [Cursed Pendulum] on the wrist disappeared, the [Soul Contract] and [Scarlet High Priest] were still there, but the [Poseidon's Scepter] had lost contact.

A strange children's song sounded in my ears:

[The big rabbit is sick, the second rabbit takes care of it, the third rabbit buys medicine, the fourth rabbit boils it]

[The fifth rabbit died inexplicably, the sixth rabbit carried him, the seventh rabbit dug a hole silently, and the eighth rabbit buried him]

[A small tombstone in the dark forest holds the cold corpse of a rabbit. The screams and cries are no longer there, and the sun is slowly coming out.]

[The ninth rabbit was lying on the ground grieving. The tenth rabbit asked him why.]

[Rabbit Nine said, Rabbit Five will never come back. Lift it high and bury it deep. Don’t let Rabbit Five crawl out again…]

It sounded like a group of children under school age reciting in unison. Their voices were clear, childish, lively and cheerful, but the content was terrifying when one thought about it carefully.

Qis used the [Ghost Driver's Recorder] to record the content of the nursery rhyme, looked around, and didn't see any other clues worthy of attention, so he walked forward.

Walking on the moist mud covered with grass leaves, through the crisscrossing branches, you can vaguely see a dim fire swaying in the distance ahead, like a lantern or a torch.

The hazy mist smudges the light and shadows, weakening the eerie and gloomy atmosphere and giving it a fantasy fairyland-like feeling.

Qi Si gently pushed aside the branches on both sides, intentionally lowered the sound of his footsteps, and moved closer step by step, and vaguely heard human voices.

"poor child……"

"God, please protect her and her family—"

There was a whispering sound, and Qis adjusted his view and quickly locked onto the source of the sound.

Deep in the woods there was a clearing with no bushes growing. Three gray figures were standing close together in the middle of the clearing.

They were all wearing black cloaks, strange-looking wooden shoes, and hunched over, looking extremely wretched.

A man was digging a hole on the ground with a shovel. The hole was already quite deep. He put the shovel aside and leaned against a pole to rest.

The other two people dragged a bunch of things out of the sack and put them into the pit; the man in front began to fill the pit with soil one shovel at a time.

Combining the hints from the nursery rhyme, Qi Si almost understood what they were doing -

Kill people and bury the bodies.

In the moonlight, he could see the faces of two of them clearly.

The men were all around 40 years old, with sallow complexion and rough skin. Their lips were dry but bloody, so they should be alive.

"He is a human being. He seems to be a bit superstitious and believes in the existence of gods. He prays for the dead, which means he is not a vicious person. His face looks a bit dull and he doesn't seem very smart."

Qi Si made a simple judgment. He bent down silently, picked up two small stones and held them in his hands.

When the man filling the soil stopped to catch his breath, he found the right angle and threw a stone, which landed on the ground behind the three people.

In the silence, the light "pop" sound was particularly clear, enough to attract everyone's attention.

"what sound?"

"Who... who's there?"

The three people beside the pit shuddered visibly.

They adjusted their position and angle in small steps, gradually forming a back-to-back posture, and their little heads turned around and looked left and right, obviously trying to find the source of the sound.

Qisi hid himself behind the lush branches and leaves, becoming one of the ghosts in the night. He found the right time, twisted his wrist, and threw another stone at a different angle.

This time, the three people who were preparing to bury the body could no longer remain calm.

"Ghost! There are ghosts!"

"do not come!"

Screams were heard one after another, and footsteps were chaotic.

Qi Si waited leisurely on the side, watching the three cloaked men screaming and running away.

There was no plan for their escape. They just went wherever they saw a loophole, as if they could escape the revenge of ghosts by hiding in the dense forest.

Qi Si thought of the rabbits in the fields whose nests were overturned by shovels. They were in a panic and running around. They could easily be frightened out of their wits and lie down on the ground twitching and die.

This association fully satisfied his evil taste. He chuckled, walked forward on the leaves on the ground, and looked down into the pit.

A girl with a bright face was lying quietly in the pit.

The girl was wearing a red kimono, with her pale hands folded in front of her chest. A bright red flower ornament between her eyebrows was particularly bright. If her face was not as pale as paper, no one would believe that this was a corpse.

No, even as a corpse, she was still beautiful. Not as a human being, but as a carefully dressed work of art, offering sacrifice to someone unknown.

Qi Si wanted to crouch down and get closer, but found that he couldn't move.

The perspective was suddenly no longer under control, as if it was forcibly pulled out of the body and guided to witness and record.

The girl's face got closer and closer, and began to twist and deform in a way that didn't make sense. Her mouth and nose gradually protruded outward, and her front teeth became longer and exposed, sharp and scary.

It was a rabbit face, smiling strangely:

"Xiao Qi, we...will always...be together..."

The gentle whispers sounded eerie and resentful in this situation, and a sudden chill ran through my back, as if soaked by late autumn dew.

With the perspective close enough to face each other, Qi Si saw that the girl had opened her eyes at some point, and two scarlet eyes were embedded on both sides of her face, asymmetrical and uncoordinated...

An untimely sleepiness suddenly came over me, and the scene before my eyes went dark.

The next second, there was a sudden pain on my forehead, as if I was hit by something the size of a thumb.

A soft chuckle sounded in my ears. The voice was young and crisp, probably coming from a middle school boy or girl. "Lu Ming! You actually slept in my class?" A high and sharp female voice came from far away. A fat woman in a black suit and trousers stood by the desk, looking down at Qi Si who was still lying on the desk.

The woman had short hair and a round face. Her smooth forehead seemed to be greased with oil, and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. However, her gaze was extremely stern. She was the type of strict teacher who could leave a psychological trauma on students in middle school.

The woods, the pit and the corpse all disappeared, and Qis found himself in a spacious classroom, where students in white school uniforms sat neatly around him.

The bright afternoon sunlight shines through the clear windows onto the ground, making the entire space unusually bright.

The light filled every corner, without a single shadow, and for a moment Chis had the illusion that he was a rat in a gutter, about to drown in the light on the ground.

There was absolutely no sign of being haunted, and it was even brighter than many places in reality, but for some reason, the sunlight filling the room was completely cold, as if it was painted on.

Qi Si felt cold all over, as if he was in a cold winter day, and he had no desire to sleep at all.

His previous drowsiness was not due to his own sleepiness, but due to some mechanism of the copy, which probably had a similar effect to switching scenes.

Is it another dual-line copy?
Come to think of it, a copy involving the divine level will never be too simple.

Seeing that Qi Si did not respond to her anger immediately, but his eyes were wandering and he was not sure what he was looking at, the woman raised her voice angrily: "Lu Ming! Stand up and wake up!"

Qi Si roughly understood that the character he was playing now was called "Lu Ming" and was a student.

He stared at the woman for two seconds and saw the prompt text on her body.

[Name: Li Fang (Homeroom Teacher and Mathematics Teacher of Class 9, Grade , Hope Middle School)]

[Type: NPC (currently neutral camp)]

[Note: She is a good teacher and particularly hates bad students]

Li Fang casually picked up the chalk that had just been thrown to her, held it in her hand, pointed it at Qi Si, and asked with a sneer, "You slept so soundly, what did you do last night?"

Qi Si retracted his gaze, stood up unsteadily, and pretended to be confused as if he had just woken up from a dream: "I went to the woods to catch rabbits."

When he said this, all the students were stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. After a few seconds, they covered their mouths to stifle their laughter. The "chi chi" sound continued, making the scene even noisier.

Qis stared at the math teacher named Li Fang without blinking. He observed that after hearing the word "rabbit", Li Fang's eyebrows slightly frowned, as if there was a flash of fear in them.

It’s as if... knowing some unspeakable secret in advance.

The emotion quickly faded. Li Fang looked around the class and shouted, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? If you laugh again, we'll all stand in the corner together!"

After she had put the class in order, she looked at Qi Si again and said coldly, "Come to my office after class!"

The goal has been achieved, and it would not be wise to offend the NPC again. Qis lowered his head and put on an appearance of humbly admitting his mistake.

Li Fang then turned around with satisfaction, walked back to the podium in her high heels, and continued to solve circle and tangent problems on the blackboard with chalk in hand.

The original Lu Ming was a junior high school student. He should have attended an ordinary junior high school and the content he learned was also very basic.

Qi Si had good grades in junior high school and had not given back any knowledge to the teacher. He could basically figure out the answers to those questions at a glance.

Li Fang stared at him and asked him to answer questions several times, and he answered correctly every time.

There were whispers behind me.

"Has Lu Ming been reborn? I remember he was terrible at math..."

"Lu Ming has been acting strange recently. He even dared to sleep in the old witch's class and even talked back to her. Did he ask the Rabbit God to help him?"

"Pray to the Rabbit God? That means asking the Rabbit God to fulfill the wishes of the person praying at the cost of a person's life? Has anyone died recently?"

"Don't you know? Lu Ming's brother committed suicide by jumping off a building. Yes, it was Lu Ming from the class next door..."

Qi Si perked up, and his hand unconsciously wrote the words "Lu Ming" on the draft paper in front of him. He flipped through the homework book left by the original body, and the label was undoubtedly "Lu Ming".

Although they have the same pronunciation, he knew how to write the two characters and who they belonged to as soon as he heard or saw them.

The older brother is named "Lu Ming" and the younger brother is named "Lu Ming". I have to say that this family's naming is quite unique.

When you call someone's name, can you really tell who you are calling?
Qi Si pondered for a moment, then wrote the words "jumping off a building to commit suicide" on the paper, circled the word "suicide" and put a question mark in it.

He is dead and has a close relationship with the original owner. According to the usual routine of horror stories, this person is either a ghost or an important clue.

The math class ended quickly and the students started to make noise.

In the chaos, Qi Si walked up to the podium, picked up the lesson plan and computer, and followed Li Fang.

Li Fang was a little surprised to see how considerate he was, but because she was still angry, she just glanced at him and said nothing.

Qi Si lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and showed just the right amount of guilty expression.

As we all know, good teachers like students who admit their mistakes and correct them, and they are usually more soft-hearted.

Li Fang walked in front, Qi Si followed silently, and observed the surroundings with his peripheral vision.

The "Rose Manor" dungeon only has three NPCs at most; although the "Carnivore" dungeon has a group of villagers, they don't look like living people; dungeons such as "Hopeless Sea", "Double Happiness Town", "Grand Performance", and "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School" all have only one core NPC.

The copies of "Frog Hospital", "Ghost" and "Colosseum" are lively, but they all reveal an inexplicable weirdness and gloom.

This copy is different. At first glance, everyone is very lively, just like a child of this age. When you get closer, you can feel the warmth of the people and smell the scent of sweat and shower gel.

The girls covered their mouths with their hands, whispered to each other, and laughed, while the boys ran around, howling like monkeys from time to time. It almost made Qi Si feel like he was going through junior high school again.

When leaving the classroom, Qi Si glanced at the door number. It was Grade 9 (), the class that Li Fang was the head teacher of.

If there are 40 students in a class, this school has at least 1,000 students, which is considered a relatively large middle school. Of course, this calculation is based on the premise that the class setting of this middle school is reasonable.

From the classroom to the office, one has to walk through a long corridor. The corridor is also filled with sunlight. Girls lie on the windowsill and gossip, while boys hug and play around, just like a normal school.

However, Qi Si felt a sense of disharmony. Everything around him seemed to be perceptibly false, and there seemed to be something lurking beneath the peaceful appearance.

He couldn't explain the reason for this feeling. Most of the props were blocked and the main quest was not refreshed. He was not much stronger now than when he first entered the "Hopeless Sea" dungeon.

It is even more passive than before because there is no tool to test the death point.

They had arrived at the office. Li Fang pushed open the door and walked in without looking back.

I wonder if the teachers all happened to go to class, the office was empty.

"Do you know where my desk is?" Li Fang asked casually, walking straight to the water dispenser with the teacup.

Qi Si felt a pair of eyes fixed on him, staring at him for a long time with malicious intent.

He smelled a faint scent of blood and raised his head with a frown.

In front, Li Fangruo was standing in front of the water dispenser, filling it with water, with her back to the door.

Standing in that position, if you want to look at him, you would probably have to turn your head 180 degrees.

Is it an illusion, or something else? (End of this chapter)