Voyage of the Stars

Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, fourth floor, the skeleton in the room is still tirelessly singing incomprehensible songs, which is annoying.

The plan for treating "insomnia" is very clear. As long as the medicine is made from the remains of two people after their death, it can save just one person.

But in actual practice, the death of two people is far from enough.

The antidote requires soil, mushrooms, yellow butterflies, and yellow flowers. Mud and mushrooms cannot be dropped from a person. In other words, at least three people need to die to prepare an antidote that is enough to save one person.

Moreover, many materials are dropped randomly. If you are not lucky, more people may die...

Sacrifice the majority and save the few; or let everyone die together fairly?

If we choose the latter, it is undoubtedly inconsistent with the principle of rationality; if we choose the former, what criteria should be used to decide who to sacrifice and who to save?

Life is what people want; death is what people hate. What qualifications do others have to decide a person's life or death without authorization?

Jiang Junjue is not a holy mother. She has also planned to kill innocent people for the sake of the overall situation, but it is often a drama of using a few people to fulfill the majority.

Nowadays, the numbers are reversed. Once a conflict occurs, it is the minority group that will suffer.

Jiang Junjue ran out of ideas for a moment. He held a cigarette between his two fingers and smoked it, frowning.

Chen Lidong finally couldn't wait any longer and took the lead to break the silence: "Jiang Junjue, you are an old man from the Tingfeng Guild. Come up with an idea. Who should die and who should live?"

He deliberately put the responsibility on Jiang Junjue, but Jiang Junjue refused to answer: "Zhang Yiyu may not have told the truth, otherwise there is no need to leave even if she violates the rules. Although she is a member of the Jiuzhou Guild and has no intention of harming others, she still I don’t believe that the eating scenes of the weird game can be so ugly, and they clearly allow us to harm people.”

He paused and glanced at everyone with a pair of tired eyes: "I'm afraid there are other explanations for the medicine to cure the disease. I hope you don't act in a hurry and wait and see."

Chen Lidong has the [Ring of Truth] in his hand, so he naturally knows that the formula provided by Zhang Yiyu is true, but he will never reveal his trump card in front of Jiang Junjue.

He suggested calmly: "Whether the formula is true or not, you will know if you try it. It's not like no one has died since entering the dungeon. Those corpses are all lying in good condition. I can always gather the first batch of materials to make a recipe." Let’s try the potion. At worst, I’ll test the potion then.”

Indeed, the configuration of the first batch of medicines was far from being used to kill people. It only needed to recycle the waste of dead people.

But all uncertainties will lose suspense after being observed. If the formula is true, after the materials are used up, it is imperative to sacrifice living people.

"Besides, the six of us can't decide anything." Jiang Junjue looked down at his watch, turned around and went out, "It's getting late, it's time to go to the cafeteria to eat."

The group of people were worried, so they went downstairs in scattered pieces and sat down in their respective seats in the cafeteria.

The six people do not belong to the same force, so there is no possibility of keeping it secret. Soon, all seventeen people in the cafeteria knew about the recipe that was unknown as it was true or false and was against human nature.

In the depressing atmosphere, the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock.

A plate of messy food appeared in front of everyone on time. I don’t know who was responsible for replicating these unpalatable dishes after Qisi left.

At this moment, several players finally noticed Qis's disappearance.

Someone whispered a question: "Where is that NPC? If he is still there, you can try using him first..."

Chen Lidong knew the whole story, but didn't want to say it.

Jiang Junjue completed the self-consistency of logic and made a completely different guess: "If this formula is true, then Weird Games deliberately excludes NPCs and does not give us the opportunity to use him for experiments or to supplement materials. We want to If you want to complete the new main mission, you must attack one of your own. Alas, this move is really sinister..."

Players responded one after another, accusing the weird game of having sinister intentions.

Chen Lidong quickly finished the food on his plate, walked to the sink, washed the dishes and put them back in their place.

"I plan to go to the bathroom first to see if I can find 'half a person's soil.'" He dropped a sentence, winked at Zhou Datong, walked out of the cafeteria, and walked towards the bathroom.

Zhou Datong agreed, quickly finished his share of food, and followed out.

Ms. Medina's office is between the cafeteria and the bathroom, just down the road. Chen Lidong stopped at the door of the office, staring at the dark doorway, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhou Datong followed along, stood next to Chen Lidong, and then listened to him speak slowly: "Xiao Zhou, you should know that we were all deceived by Si Qi. He is not an NPC, but a player. He doesn't know what props he uses to pretend. He became an NPC and deceived us all the way."

Zhou Datong nodded and responded indignantly: "Who is this? It's a shame that we saved him and gave him food!"

Chen Lidong continued talking by himself: "There is one more thing. I have verified it through the [Ring of Truth]. Zhang Yiyu did not lie. But she suddenly violated the rules. I suspect there is something fishy. My eyelids are twitching. I’m just afraid Si Qi is not dead yet.”

Zhou Datong scratched his head: "Then should we go for a last-ditch attack?"

"Are you stupid? If he plays any tricks, just wait for us to take the bait, and we will be stunned as soon as we open the coffin!" Chen Lidong reprimanded him with hatred, and then lowered his voice mysteriously, "Brother Chen, teach you a trick Hey, in this kind of dungeon, you have to learn to use NPCs to gain strength..."

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, raised his hand and knocked respectfully on the office door three times, making three crisp sounds of "dong dong dong".

There was a suspicious rustling sound and then stopped. With a "click", the door was opened from the inside.

Ms. Medina, with a sinister look on her face, came out and asked coldly: "What do you want to see me for?"

Chen Lidong bowed, with a smile on his face: "Ms. Medina, you asked us to report the bad boy who burned down the archives. I think I already have a clue."

He observed Ms. Medina's expression and spoke more humbly: "That bad boy is 47. I can guarantee that he must have burned down the archives! This kind of destructive bad boy must be severely punished. What do you think? Deal with him?"

Ms. Medina narrowed her gray eyes and looked Chen Lidong up and down, as if judging his purpose. Two seconds later, the NPC showed a satisfied smile: "Very good, sir, please go and catch him. I must see him at this time the day after tomorrow!"

Chen Lidong was stunned, feeling that what Ms. Medina said was not quite right. He was about to speak again, but three lines of text were undoubtedly refreshed on the system interface:

[Side mission has been refreshed]

[Side mission (must do): Catch 47 and send it to Ms. Medina’s office]

[Task time: 48 hours]

…

Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, third floor.

Chang Xu and Shuo Meng walked silently through the corridors, as if they were afraid of disturbing the ancient creatures lurking here.

The two pushed open the dusty bedroom doors, poked their heads in, and finally found a window that was not so anti-human.

The stairwell from the third floor to the fourth floor has been sealed with cement. If you want to take the stairs up, you have to use the Destiny Poker to pry all the cement away - but God knows whether this is considered vandalism.

Taken together, the more feasible way to get to the fourth floor is to climb through the window.

"Chang Xu, thank you for your hard work." Shuo Meng patted Chang Xu's shoulder familiarly to encourage him, then took two steps back to keep his distance.

Chang Xu looked at Dreams and then at the window covered with yellow mud. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and pushed open the window, stepping on the window frame and leaning out most of his body.

Three meters directly above the window is the window on the fourth floor. For ordinary people, it may be a distance that is difficult to reach, but for Lian Jiazi, it is not a problem.

Chang Xu condensed five playing cards between his fingers and threw them into the air. Taking advantage of the floating gap, he jumped up the wall, stepped on the steps made of playing cards, and raised his hand to grab the window frame on the fourth floor. .

The window was open, which provided him with convenience. He directly supported it with both hands, turned over and jumped over the window, landing firmly on the cement floor.

He entered a room with a closed front door. Tables as low as an operating table were neatly arranged. There was nothing on them. Only a few brown spots could be seen from the corners, which were visually dried blood. .

The door seemed to be locked. Chang Xu walked over and pushed it, but he failed to open it.

This copy does not allow vandalism, so he cannot kick out the door. All he could explore was this small room of less than fifty square meters.

This is a good thing in a sense. The restriction of the venue effectively reduces interference options and makes evidence collection easier.

Chang Xu started from the door and groped for it inch by inch. He only heard a "click" and suddenly stumbled under his feet. It turned out that a piece of tile was loose, and it would shake when you step on it.

If you lift the loose tiles and take a look at them, it shouldn't be considered damage, right?

Chang Xu thought like this, dug his hands into the seam of the floor, grabbed the edge of the tile, and lifted it up.

After a scraping sound of "sand", fine dust covered Chang Xu's face. Under the tiles, several yellowed manuscript papers hit Chang Xu's eyes.

After looking at it for two seconds, key information was refreshed on the system interface:

[After experiments, it has been confirmed that the aboriginal people do have the ability to travel through time and space, but this is not a witchcraft that can be learned from generation to generation within their tribe, but a talent naturally endowed by the magical nature... In the location where they live, There is a probability of generating a space-time vortex, where different spaces and times will overlap and influence each other. The Red Maple Leaf Boarding School is a magical land with two space-time vortexes, one in the confinement room and one in the cemetery. 】

[Aboriginal children are naturally in tune with the gods who protect this land. Those who know this from birth are called "觋" or "witches". They can naturally summon evil gods to possess them or bless them, so that they can temporarily possess gods. authority. Possessed children may be seen as God's incarnation on earth... In this way, we have once imprisoned a God. 】

[Research shows that the Aboriginal writing is a kind of incantation that can directly communicate with the gods. This is a wonderful writing that goes beyond the two dimensions of traditional philology, pronunciation and glyphs, and incorporates the carrier into the category of meaning. The same words carried on different carriers may express completely different meanings and ways of understanding... Transcribing is not feasible as a research method. Only by holding the originals can we truly understand the meaning of those words. 】

Chang Xu silently wrote down the text and continued to explore other places.

At a quarter past ten, the entire room was searched, and no new clues emerged.

Chang Xu glanced at the closed door with some reluctance, no longer stopping, turned around and jumped out of the window, climbed the rough outer wall, took a few steps, and jumped into the third floor window.

Said dream has been waiting for a long time.

After listening to Chang Xu's retelling, he habitually took out a cigarette and held it in his hand to play with: "It seems that I guessed it right. This dungeon really has a way to travel between two spaces... Let's go to the cemetery first. One trip, if I remember correctly, those tombstones have numbers."

…

At half past ten, in the cemetery.

A dark cloud loomed overhead, blocking out the sun and making the entire land feel damp and cold. Small yellow flowers bloom into a sea of ​​flowers, only reaching the height of the instep. As soon as people walk by, they are gently swayed by the wind.

Chang Xu and Shuomeng stood in front of the tombstone numbered "47", looking at the short grave behind the tombstone, silent.

On the photo wall, the number of Zis's photo happened to be "47"; if the burial was also carried out according to the number, it would be Zis's "corpse" buried in this grave.

Zeiss sent a message to them through the confinement room, most likely wanting them to dig him out. He only scratched a number on the wall without revealing any more information, which was probably a bit of a threat.

But the question is, this grave is also an item in the memorial hall. Will digging the grave be considered "vandalism" and violate the rules?

While hesitating, Chang Xu blinked and suddenly saw that a piece of soil was missing from the grave bag. Correspondingly, there was a small mound of soil next to the grave bag, just enough for a shovel.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the soil on the grave mound began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the mounds of soil on both sides slowly grew taller, as if there was an invisible being shoveling the soil there. Digging is normal.

Chang Xu watched quietly for a while, but still had no clue, so he turned his questioning eyes to Suo Meng aside.

Talking about dreams: Thank you for the invitation, I don’t know anything.

The two looked at each other, then turned to look at the tombstone again, staring in confusion as a pit gradually appeared behind the tombstone, revealing the rotten coffin lying inside.

There were good people helping to vandalize public property. Although Chang Xu couldn't figure out the situation, he still stepped forward, bent down, clasped his hands on the edge of the coffin lid, lifted it up and turned it to the side.

In the dark coffin, a young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers lay relaxed on his back, with his arms resting on the back of his head, looking particularly leisurely.

After being awakened by the sound of the coffin lid falling to the ground, the young man yawned, lowered his eyes to hide the flash of irritation in his expression, and said with a smile: "Long time no see, Brother Chang."