RPG - Chapter 63

Designation Sixty-three: Supernatural Research Society (sixteen)

Rose blood died.

After the girl spit out cursing words, her fingers between her throat finally pinched the trachea, and she was cut off.

At this point, all six girls who entered the haunted house have died. For the rest of his life, Wei Wei helped the stovetop to calm his breath. What happened just now contained too much information, and he had to be in awe.

First of all, his identity question, Shan Weiwei’s question mark, isn’t he “A ghost”? Why did you suddenly become Master Wei? Agui and Master are the same person? This is not quite right. The servant’s diary clearly wrote that the master called “Agui” in the room. This shows that Agui and the master are not the same person!

Shan Ziwei thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

The master calls “Agui”, but as long as the master is also called “Agui”-there are two individuals named “Agui”, can all this be explained? “A ghost” in the servant’s diary is the identity, and Master Wei’s “A ghost” is the name.

How could a parent name a child a “ghost”! Shan Ziwei couldn’t help voicing. In this way, he and Qiangwei’s previous opinions were partly correct. This ancient house has two “Agui”, the first one is the fierce jade suppressed by the ancient house, and the second one is the Wei family child-that is, him.

Shan Ziwei felt very ridiculous and extremely reasonable. If you think about it seriously, this game is really a good game: you have a disease that you can’t contact with others, you love to hide in the room, and you have a rigid relationship with your parents. Even if he kept entering the haunted house from an outsider’s point of view, the game thoughtfully found a good reason for him-“amnesia”, the servant said so, in addition, it also stated that it was the master who caused his death.

Shan Ziwei summarized the entire event process based on the information currently available: A long time ago, a large family, Su Shi, built an ancient Manda house to suppress fierce jade. As time passed, Manda’s ancient house fell into the hands of Mr. Wei. He lived in the ancient house with his wife, son and servant. Due to illness, Master Wei gradually became obsessed with ghosts and gods, and made repressive fierce jade. One day more than ten years ago, a tragedy occurred in the ancient Manda house. Mr. Wei, Mrs. Wei and his servant died. Master Wei is most likely the culprit. He survived for some reason and lost his memory. The police and journalists did not know why the servants were not found dead, thus claiming that the family of three was dead. Due to injustice, Manda’s old house was abandoned. Master Amnesia Wei grew up outside and participated in a deadly supernatural research society. On May 13, 2016, he returned to the ancient Manda house to prepare for a haunted house expedition-this is the beginning of the Weizi chessboard.

Shan Ziwei couldn’t help but think of the identity of a fraudist who was entangled with Siren in Wulei Prison. This was another example of his people making a crime and then repaying it. A flower idiot just wants to light a cigarette: he is really a sinner, huh.

After sorting out the clues, Shan Ziwei looked down at the rose’s corpse. There were many things scattered around the girl’s body: a white bishop chess, a black castle chess, a diary and a Prajna mask.

Shan Wei first picked up two chess pieces. White chess pieces were rose blood, and black chess pieces were servants. Shan Ziwei looked at the castle chess in his hand and felt that he was making a lot of money. I didn’t expect the servant to be so high, but if you think about it carefully, you might not be able to kill it without the unexpected actions of the host.

Thinking of the host, Shan Ziwei’s face was enthusiastic and vacant, and the only surviving players left were him and the host. The identity of that guy is also very problematic. The servant said that he is an inner ghost, which means that the host’s position is opposite to other players-as the host of the inner ghost, what is his ultimate purpose?

I am afraid only the parties know.

Lister Wei sighed, put away the chess, and picked up the other two items. The diary is a servant’s diary found by hyacinth before. It should be obtained from the body of hyacinth by Rose Blood. This important plot item is generally not taken away by the player. Once the carrier is dead, it will burst out.

Shan Ziwei touched the code lock of the diary. If he could open the diary, he would probably know everything.

Unfortunately, there are currently no clues about passwords.

After putting away the diary, Shan Ziwei looked at the last thing: the Prajna Mask.

So far, they have already obtained the masks of Noh and Peking Opera, and each mask has shown them a memory kill, which reveals step by step what happened in this ancient house. Shan Ziwei lifted the Prajna mask, the red scarlet Prajna mask had a pair of long horns on the left and right, a fangs in the large ghost mouth, eyebrows bowed in an abominable arc. If you can say that the mask of Noh is infiltrating, the mask of Prajna is scary.

Shanzi Wei glanced at the sp bars in the upper left corner: spades (68%), red peaches (22%), plum blossoms (40%), and square pieces (13%). The square sp that represents “fear” is the least, after all, this chessboard is focused on terror. Shan Ziwei is a little hesitant, and sp will drop every time he wears the mask. Now apart from the red peach sp can be supplemented by Gaia, the other sp is used a little less.

… Regardless, even if you die, you must be an understanding ghost.

Shan Zi Wei Xin put the Prajna mask on his face. Familiar attachment pervaded the whole body. Shan Ziwei sat at the desk with his eyes wide open and looked at the blackboard on the opposite side, with the date and course schedule written in pink coins.

[June 26, 2000, Mathematics, Chinese Studies, Physics and Chemistry …]

Is this … the study room?

Shan Ziwei determined that this was the place where he lost his alarm clock in hide-and-seek, but it was 16 years behind. Before waiting for Shan Wei to observe more, a formal woman came down from the podium and patted a composition book on Shan Wei’s table.

I saw her staring at him with a helpless and hidden fear.

“Master Wei, my wife asked me to teach you Guoxue. Please stop writing these strange metaphysics, okay?”

Sure enough, it was also the memory of Master Wei. Shan Ziwei’s gaze followed with “Master Wei” glanced down, and he saw the crumbling content of the mist in the spread composition book.

[… Almost all of the reversing method can be deduced from the original method, if you don’t know how to do it, you can try to directly reverse the method …]

Shan Ziwei had only enough time to see so much, “Master Wei” turned his attention back to the woman in formal attire-she seemed to be a teacher-and met her silently.

Seeing the young man’s behavior, the fear on the teacher’s face became stronger.

“Well, this is your interest.” She bent down and closed the composition book, pointing at the name of the cover: “But at least please write your name correctly. You are called ‘Wei Gui’, Wang Gui ‘Gui’ ‘It means rare, not’ Wei Gui ‘! No one will call’ Ghost ‘, which is very unlucky! “

The teacher’s sharp nails almost pierced the “Wei ghost” on the cover, and Wei Shan felt his mouth moved. This was the first time “He” spoke, but because of the mask, it was very blurred and very small. Wei heard it.

“I live like a ghost.”

The teacher didn’t know if she didn’t hear it or pretended not to hear it. She hurried to the side as if she was trying to get rid of something bad. There was also a desk next to “Master Wei”, where the servant sat, and he watched uneasily as the teacher came to him.

Facing the servant, the teacher’s expression softened a lot. She put a small box on the desk with the composition book, and smiled, “You wrote this article very well, and the wife was very satisfied with it. . I heard today is your birthday, the teacher prepared a small gift for you, accept it. “

The servant’s eyes lit up instantly, “Thank you teacher!”

…

Shan Ziwei and “Master Wei” tilted their heads to look at all this, and he thought indifferently to a sentence he had seen.

——The excitement is theirs, and he has nothing.

The memories in front of him had disappeared, and Shan Ziwei sat silently in the shadows for a long time. The bright red Prajna mask covered his face with fangs and his teeth, like a ghost.

It turned out to be “A ghost”.

This is him.

[Setting 10: You are Wei Gui, claiming to be a ghost. 】

A new setting lay quietly in the setting column, but Shan Ziwei didn’t pay much attention. He clenched his fist restrainedly and seemed to be patient.

-I live like a ghost.

-I live like a ghost in reality.

So it’s called “ghost / 阿 鬼”.

Is this a coincidence? No, there is no “coincidence” that can coincide to this point, this chessboard is obviously made for him. The producer knows him well, knows that he has nymphosis, knows his screen name “ghost”, and even knows the horror decryption game he once played!

Shan Ziwei took a short breath, a sense of coldness seen by others from beginning to end. In the past, many netizens did ask him about the meaning of the “ghost” screen name. He has also lived through the horror decryption game. It is not impossible to collect this information on the Internet. Know, whether it was past or present.

It was impossible in the past, but now … Shan Ziwei’s mind emerged with a gorgeous face—the dean with an angel face and a devil character. The first person he saw when he woke up was the dean, who, as his person in charge, did hold his background information and medical report.

But is this possible? Is the director of an orphanage involved in the production of a “role-playing” game? But who else can have that information?

A pair of black and white eyes crashed into the field of vision. It was about watching the list Wei for a long time without moving. Little Gaia climbed onto the white-haired young man unknowingly, facing him through the mask with his head down.

[? ]

Shanzi Wei quickly grabbed the silver-haired doll that was about to slide down. He suddenly thought of something and looked subconsciously at his left hand. Although he does not have one now, in reality he is carrying a black ring here-the quantum terminal.

A person’s identity, property, and information are recorded in the quantum terminal. Do you really want to link the game device and the quantum terminal before entering the game, so the “role-playing” game can read personal information in the quantum terminal?

Shan Ziwei felt like he had figured it out. He was probably mistaken for one thing. The “role-playing” board was not a fixed copy designed by a game production team, but a dynamic scenario automatically generated based on the player’s personal information. Not people, but the only server for the game: the central computer.

Thinking of this, Shan Ziwei calmed down a bit. He looked at his own toy box with the central computer’s anthropomorphic state, and the small silver-haired doll looked up at him quietly, waiting for his instructions, purely well-behaved and tame.

In this way, there is nothing to panic, Shan Ziwei convinced himself, as Ye Ye said, the central computer is just a machine, it will not use personal information to do anything, purely for gameplay.

Then you can ask the fat man to see if he thinks it. Shan Ziwei exhaled, took off the Prajna mask, and finally put his mind back on the chessboard.

The setting of 10 has generally proved that he is the Master Wei family. Seeing that he seems to have been treated completely differently, both teachers and mothers prefer “servants”.

In fact, Shan Zi Wei was a little confused as to whether he should use the name “servant”. Although the boy had to serve Wei Gui, he could live in such a large room and study with the young master. This treatment was a little overdone.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this differential treatment that everything has happened?

Shan Zi Wei Mo was holding the Prajna mask. According to rumors, Prajna was the evil spirit formed by a woman’s strong jealousy and resentment. Therefore, Prajna mask implied “jealousy”. According to the servant “Master killed me”, Wei Gui created a tragedy because of jealousy?

If this makes sense, the other two masks should also have some concealment. He was not clear about the first Noh mask, and the second Peking Opera mask was white-faced. Shan Ziwei remembered that in Peking Opera’s Facebook face, white-faced people did not show their true meanings, and generally were treacherous … Is this also him?

I always feel that something is wrong, maybe because he is not a person who can do this kind of thing, so the person responsible for the culprit puts on him to have an unspeakable sense of violation.

Shan Ziwei threw these props to Xiao Gaia. Although he knew a lot of the truth, it didn’t help him much. Shan Zi Wei sorrows through the customs setting “You have left the haunted house”. The only way to leave the haunted house is to “kill Agui”-“Agui” in the ancient manda house. In addition to him, there are … fierce jade.

Only kill Agui to leave the ancient house. Now looking at this sentence, it means something completely different: Is it him or the fierce jade?

The former means that he is going to commit suicide, and the latter means that he is going to challenge the final boss-even if it is suppressed, it will kill a big family’s fierce jade. It is terrible to listen to the description, mother! Can’t team up yet! The only living companion is the inner ghost! Or host is simply fierce jade is not impossible!

Fortunately for Shan Ziwei, when the servant was a pen fairy, he did not deny other ways to leave the ancient Manda house. He can only explore other ways now, and it is under the conditions of the embankment host and boss.

——The one … has been waiting for you for a long time, and can’t wait … to enjoy you.

Thinking of the servant’s last words, Wei Shan shuddered. “Enjoy” is not a wonderful verb for people. The fierce jade seems to have a great idea for him who “run away from home” …

A flower idiot said that what debts I owed in my last life, I have to eat any bitter fruits. He picked up the sword on the cutting board. Although he couldn’t deal with bosses, at least he had the power to protect himself in front of the host …

Shan Ziwei lingered in the kitchen and decided to leave after making sure there were no clues. He put his ears against the door and listened. The outside was quiet and abnormally quiet.

Shan Zi Wei Xin swept across and pushed the door open—then he froze.

The left and right three-bedroom symmetrical corridors were spread all the way in front of the white-haired youth. There was a picture on the wall between the room, which depicts the death of the girls-this is obviously the second floor of the ancient Manda house .

Shan Wei was terrified: As soon as he left the kitchen door—on the second floor?

Shan Wei turned back hurriedly, and then discovered more thrillingly that the same hallway was behind him-yes, behind him was not the kitchen just out, not the staircase on the second floor, but the exact hallway. He seemed to be standing in the center of the mirror, with a completely symmetrical copy of the corridor in front and behind him, and he would embark on the same path whether he moved forward or back.

The old Manda house became abnormal. Although originally abnormal, it is now completely distorted. It seems that as the boss is finally unveiled, this haunted house is gradually exerting its strength and will show a huge carnival.

Shan Ziwei walked forward stiffly. All the doors were tightly closed, telling him simply and rudely that there was only one destination: the end of the corridor.

He went through sets of oil paintings describing death: broken nights, torn paper irises, sago milk tea with broken heads, hyacinths with folded necks, rosettes with vomiting blood … It turned out to be unconscious All death paintings in the corridor are complete. Here is like a bowel, the people who come in fill the huge appetite of the ancient house with life.

Shan Ziwei stood at the end of the corridor and looked up at the position of the last painting.

-There is nothing there.

The black rain painting that had frightened Shan Zi Wei at first disappeared, leaving a black hole in the tunnel and silently inviting Shan Zi Wei.

Shan Ziwei knew what was waiting for him, and he had no choice.

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