RPG Chapter 63: Set sixty three

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Setting Sixty-Three: Supernatural Research Society (16)

The rose blood is dead.

After the girl uttered cursing words, the fingers scratching her throat finally pierced her trachea, her breath was cut to death.

So far, all the six girls who entered the haunted house have died. Shan Zi Wei, who had survived the rest of his life, held the stove to calmly breathe. What just happened contains too much information, and he has a lot of information.

First of all, the question of his identity, Shanzi Wei is full of question marks, isn't he "A ghost"? Why did he suddenly become the Wei family master again? Agui and Master are the same person? This is not quite right. It is clearly written in the servant's diary that the young master called "Agui" in the room, which shows that Agui and the young master are not the same person!

Shanzi Wei's thoughts paused, and suddenly he thought of a possibility.

The young master calls "Agui", but as long as the young master is also called "Agui"-there are two individuals named "Agui", don't all this make sense? The "Agui" in the servant's diary is the identity, and the "Agui" of the young master of the Wei family is the name.

How can parents call their children "ghosts"! Shanzi Wei couldn't help but vomit. In this way, he and Qiangweixue's previous views were partly correct. There are two ghosts in this ancient house, the first is the murderous jade suppressed by the ancient house, and the second is the Wei family kid—that is, him.

Listen Wei feels very absurd and extremely reasonable. Recalling it seriously, this game is indeed a good game: he has a disease that cannot be contacted with others, loves to hide in the room, and has a stalemate relationship with his parents... There is no sense of contradiction to him! Even if he keeps entering the haunted house from the perspective of an outsider, the game intimately finds a good reason for him-"amnesia", as the servant said, and it also stated that it was the young master who caused its death.

Shan Ziwei summarized the entire process of events based on the current information: A long time ago, a large family of Su-style built the Manda House to suppress the evil jade. Over the years, the Manda ancient house fell into the hands of Mr. Wei, and he lived in the ancient house with his wife, son and servants. Due to illness, Young Master Wei became addicted to ghosts and gods and made friends with the suppressed fierce jade. One day more than ten years ago, a tragedy occurred in the Manda House. Mr. Wei, Mrs. Wei and his servant died. Master Wei is most likely to be the culprit. He survived for some reason and lost his memory. The police and reporters, for some reason, did not find that the servants were dead, so they declared that the dead were a family of three. Due to evil spirits, the Manda House was abandoned. The amnesiad Young Master Wei grew up outside and joined a deadly supernatural research club. He returned to the Manda House on May 13, 2016 to prepare for a haunted house adventure-this is the beginning of Shanzi Wei's chessboard.

Shanzi Wei couldn't help but think of the identity of the fraudster who was entangled with Siren in Wuwang Prison. This is another example of his people committing crimes, and then he will pay for them. A certain **** almost wants to light a cigarette: He is really a sinful person, huh.

After sorting out his clues, Shanzi Wei looked down at the body of Rose Blood. A lot of things were scattered around the girl's body: a white bishop chess, a black castle chess, a diary and a prajna mask.

Listen Wei picked up two chesses first, the white chess was rose blood, and the black chess was the servant. Shanzi Wei looked at the castle chess in his hand and felt that he had made a lot of money. He didn't expect the servant level to be so high, but thinking about it carefully, if there weren't the unexpected actions of the host, I'm afraid he would not be able to kill it at all.

Thinking of the host, Shanzi Wei's face was enthusiastic and heartbroken. The only players who are still alive are him and the host. That guy’s identity is also very problematic. The servant said that he is the 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 goal?

I am afraid that only the person concerned will know.

Shanzi Wei sighed, put away the chess, then picked up the other two items. The diary is the servant's diary found by the hyacinth before. It should be the rose blood obtained from the body of the hyacinth. This important plot item is generally not taken away by the player, and the carrier will burst once the carrier dies.

Shan Ziwei touched the code lock of the diary. If he could open the diary, he would probably know all the truth, right?

Unfortunately, there is still no clue about the password.

After putting away the diary, Shanzi Wei looked at the last thing: the Prajna mask.

So far, they have got Noh masks and Peking opera masks. Each mask has shown them a memory killing, step by step revealing what happened in this ancient house. Shanzi Wei lifted the Prajna mask, with a pair of long horns on the left and right of the crimson Prajna mask. There were fangs in the big ghost's mouth, and his eyebrows drooped in abhorrent arcs. If the Noh mask is permeating to see, the Prajna mask is scary to see.

Single Wei glanced at the sp bars in the upper left corner: spades (68%), hearts (22%), clubs (40%), squares (13%). The square piece that represents "fear" has the least sp. After all, the main game of this board is horror and supernatural. Shan Ziwei hesitated a little, every time he wears the mask, he would drop the sp. Now, except for the red sp, he can use little Gaia to supplement the sp. The other sps are used a little less.

...Don't care, even if you die, you must be a ghost.

Shan Zi Wei Xin horizontally put the Prajna mask on her face. A familiar sense of attachment permeated his whole body. Shan Zi Wei sat at the desk and looked at the blackboard opposite with his eyes wide open. The date and the course schedule were written in pink coins.

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

This is... the study room?

Shan Ziwei determined that this was the place where he threw the alarm clock while hiding and seeking, but it was 16 years away. Before Shan Zi Wei could observe more, a woman in formal clothes walked down from the podium and photographed a composition book on Shan Zi Wei's desk.

I saw her glaring at him with helpless and fearful gaze.

"Young Master Wei, Madam asked me to teach you Chinese Studies. Please stop writing these weird metaphysics, okay?"

What I saw this time was indeed the memory of Master Wei. Shanzi Wei glanced down with "Young Master Wei" and saw the content in the clouds and mists crookedly written on the spread composition book.

[...Almost all reversal magic circles can be derived from the original magic circles. If you don’t know how to do it, you can try to reverse the magic circles directly...]

Shanzi Wei only had time to see so much, "Master Wei" turned his eyes back to the formal woman—she seemed to be a teacher—and looked at her in silence.

Seeing the boy's behavior, the teacher's face became more fearful and disgusted.

"Well, this is your interest." She bent down and closed the composition book, pointing to the name on the cover: "But at least please write your name correctly. Your name is'Wei Gui', Wang Ghost'gui' means rare, not'wei ghost'! No one would call it'gui', it is very unlucky!"

The teacher’s sharp nails almost pierced the "Wei Gui" on the cover. Shanzi Wei felt his mouth moved. This was the first time "he" spoke, but because of the mask, it was very fuzzy and very small. Perhaps only Shan Zi Wei heard it.

"I live like a ghost."

The teacher didn't know if she didn't hear, or pretended not to hear, she hurried to the side as if to get rid of something bad. There was also a desk next to "Master Wei", where the servant was sitting, and he watched the teacher come to him with anxiety.

Facing the servant, the teacher’s expression softened a lot. She put a small box on the desk together with the composition book, and smiled and said: "You wrote this article very well, and the madam is also very satisfied after reading it. I'm complimenting you. I heard that it is your birthday today, and the teacher prepared a small gift for you. Accept it."

The servant's eyes lit up instantly, "Thank you teacher!"

……

Shanzi Wei and "Young Master Wei" turned their heads to look at all this together, and he insensitively remembered a sentence he had seen.

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

The memories in front of him have disappeared. Shanzi Wei sat silently in the shadows for a long time, with a bright red Prajna mask and blue fangs covering his face, like an evil spirit.

It turns out this is "A Ghost".

This is him.

[Setting 10: You are Wei Gui, calling yourself a ghost. 】

There was a new setting lying quietly in the setting column, but Shanzi Wei didn't pay more attention to it. He clenched his fists restrainedly, seeming to be patient.

——I live like a ghost.

——I live like a ghost in reality.

So it's called "ghost".

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 he has nympho, knows his screen name "ghost", and even knows the horror decryption game he has played!

Shanzi Wei took a short breath, feeling cold from beginning to end. In the past, many netizens had indeed asked him the meaning of his screen name "ghost". He also played the horror decryption game live. It is not impossible to collect this information on the Internet. The key is idiotism. This is only a person who knows him well in reality. Know, no matter the past or the present.

It was impossible in the past, but now... Shanzi Wei has a gorgeous face in his mind—the dean with an angel face and a devil character. The first person he saw when he woke up was the dean. As his person in charge, he did indeed have his background information and physical examination report.

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

A pair of black and white eyes hit the field of vision. It was about seeing Shan Zi Wei that he hadn't moved for too long. Little Gaia unknowingly climbed onto the white-haired young man's head and looked at him through a mask, head down.

[? ]

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

A person's identity, property, and information are all recorded in the quantum terminal. Before entering the game, the game device and the quantum terminal must be linked. So the "role-playing" game can read the personal information in the quantum terminal?

Shan Ziwei feels that he has figured it out. He may have made a mistake. The "role-playing" board is not a fixed copy designed by a game production team, but a dynamic scenario automatically generated based on the player's personal information; operation; All this is not a person, but the only server of the game: the central computer.

Thinking of this, Shanzi Wei calmed down a bit. He looked at his own toy box that was anthropomorphic to the central computer. The little silver-haired doll quietly looked up at him, waiting for his instructions, purely cunning and tame.

There is nothing to panic in this way. Shanzi Wei convinced himself that, as Ye Ye said, the central computer is just a machine. It will not do anything with personal information, it is purely for gameplay.

At that time, you can ask the fat man to see if it is what he thinks. Shan Zi Wei took a breath, took off the Prajna mask, and finally put his mind back on the chessboard.

Setting 10 has proved ironically that he is the young master of the Wei family. Looking at the memory, he seems to have been treated completely differently. Both the teacher and the mother prefer "servants".

In fact, Shanzi Wei doesn’t know whether to use the term "servant" or not. Although the boy wants to serve Wei Gui, he can live in such a big room and study with the young master. This is a good deal. Too much.

Perhaps it is this kind of differential treatment that caused everything to happen?

Shan Zi Wei Mo wears a Prajna mask. It is said that Prajna is the evil spirit formed by a woman’s strong jealousy and resentment. Therefore, the Prajna mask implies "jealousy". According to the servant "Young Master killed me", Wei Gui made it because of jealousy. Tragedy?

If this makes sense, the other two masks should also have some meaning. He didn't know the first Noh mask, and the second Peking opera mask was white face. Shan Zi Wei remembers that in Peking opera facial makeup, white face is not a true face, and is generally a treacherous person... Is this him?

I always feel that something is wrong, perhaps because he himself is not a person who does not do this kind of thing, so the person who is the culprit sets him up to feel unspeakable violation.

Shan Zi Wei threw these props to Gaia. Although he knew a lot of the truth, it didn't help him much in his current situation. Shan Zi Wei looked at the customs clearance setting "You left the haunted house" and was very distressed. The only way to leave the haunted house is "kill the ghost"-the "Agui" in the Manda ancient house, besides him, there is... jade.

Kill the ghost to leave the old house. Now, the meaning of this sentence is completely different: is it he or the fierce jade who is going to kill?

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

The only thing that Shanzi Wei is fortunate about is that the servant didn't deny other ways to leave the Manda house when he was a pen fairy. 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.

Shanzi Wei shuddered at the last words of the servant. "Enjoy" is not a wonderful verb when used on people. The fierce jade seems to have a lot of ideas for him who "ran away from home"...

A certain **** thought about what debts I owed in my previous life, and I have to eat any bitter fruit. He picked up the civil and military knife on the chopping board. Although he couldn't deal with the boss, at least let him have the power to protect himself in front of the host...

Shanzi Wei wandered in the kitchen once, and decided to leave after making sure that there was no clue. He put his ear to the door to listen, and it was quiet outside, abnormally quiet.

Since Wei Xin slammed, he pushed open the door hard--then he was stunned.

The symmetrical corridor with three bedrooms on the left and three on the right spreads all the way in front of the white-haired youth. There are paintings on the walls between the rooms, depicting the deaths of young girls-this is obviously the ancient Manda house. On the second floor.

Shanzi Wei was horrified: As soon as he walked out of the kitchen door—he was on the second floor?

Shanzi Wei hurriedly turned his head, and then even more horrified discovered that there was the same corridor behind him—yes, behind him was not the kitchen that had just come out, not the stairs on the second floor, but the exact same corridor. He seems to be standing in the middle of a mirror, with completely symmetrical replicas of corridors in front of and behind him, and he will follow the same path no matter whether he moves forward or backward.

The Manda House has become abnormal. Although originally abnormal, it is now completely distorted. It seems that with the final unveiling of the boss, this haunted house has gradually exerted its strength and will show a huge carnival.

Shanzi Wei bit his head and walked forward. All the doors were closed tightly, and he simply and rudely told him that there was only one destination: the end of the corridor.

He passed through one after another oil paintings of death: broken night, torn paper iris, beheaded milk tea and sago, broken neck hyacinth, hematemesis, rose blood... When I felt it, all the death paintings in the hallway were completed. This is like an intestine, and people who come in fill up the huge appetite of the ancient house with their lives.

San Ziwei stood at the end of the corridor, looking up at the location of the last painting.

—There is nothing there.

The black rain painting that scared Shanzi Wei to escape at the time disappeared, leaving a black hole in the tunnel, and silently sent an invitation to Shanzi Wei.

Shanzi Wei knows what is waiting for him, and he has no choice.

The white-haired young man opened his legs, and his figure was swallowed by darkness.