I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chen Wenyu thought what he meant by "joining", but he didn't expect it was just a few people holding their noses and using incense and candles to fumigate their clothes.

He was careful not to catch fire on his clothes, and asked, "Is this really possible?"

Song Guicheng slowly turned his shirt over, watching the smoke rising up and invading his clothes bit by bit, and replied with two words: "Try it."

Whether it is exploring the fifth floor at night or letting your clothes smell like incense and candles, you can't avoid the idea of ​​"trying".

They are like pioneering players in a game, who don't know what the road ahead holds or how dangerous it is. They can only move forward while testing the waters. They have to take a step forward to find out whether there will be a new world after the dark clouds or the hero will never return.

Chen Wenyu stopped asking questions. Apart from the rustling of clothes and the creaking of the electric fan, no other sound could be heard in the room.

He understood his problem: he always thought too much and did too little. He was afraid to try because the cost of failure was too high.

As the incense burned out, Song Guicheng seemed to see what he was thinking and said calmly, "It's okay. There are other ways to go besides groping in the dark."

Chen Wenyu's fingers touched his clothes: "What?"

Song Guicheng put the clothes on the rack and placed the candle on the ground: "There is still a dead end."

Just go this way, and don't say a word.

Chen Wenyu was speechless, but strangely, he felt comforted.

*

Li Hailong squatted at the eaves of the corridor and lit a cigarette. He had just had a fight with his wife, and both of them were in bad shape. Li Hailong had a big bruise on his face.

"Damn bitch!" He wanted to spit, but he didn't know what he was thinking about and swallowed it back.

Nothing went well. He finally won two games at the gambling table, so he went to order a prostitute, but when he came back he was discovered by his wife.

He punched the wall angrily and pulled his hand back in pain.

"Brother Li, you're back." Xiaowen came down from the second floor and saw Li Hailong squatting there smoking.

Xiaowen tied her hair up today, revealing her fair and graceful neck and skin as white as cream. She took small steps, and her every move was full of femininity that could captivate a man.

"Hey, Xiaowen," Li Hailong's eyes widened when he saw her. He stood up awkwardly and put out his cigarette. "Are you going to work?"

Xiaowen lifted her hair, and the jade bracelet on her hand and the pearl earrings on her ears complemented each other, adding a kind of round and smooth beauty to her usual style.

Her soft and charming voice sounded like she was singing: "Yes, Brother Li, please come and have dinner with me when you are free."

Li Hailong rubbed his hands on his pants, nodded and bowed, his eyes secretly peeked at the beauty on her chest: "Of course, of course."

After Xiaowen left, he stared at her plump buttocks for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses.

This woman must be fun to play with. I wonder how much she costs per night.

But my pockets are empty, not a cent left.

He took out another cigarette and lit it, not forgetting to pick up the one he had just dropped on the ground.

Song Guicheng and Chen Wenyu, who were about to go downstairs for dinner, saw the scene clearly. Seeing that Li Hailong's eyes were about to fall out, Song Guicheng narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that someone is already fanning the flames for us."

It stirs up the passion and ignites the fire of desire.

After turning another staircase, Song Guicheng's expression had changed as he raised his foot.

His lips were tightly pursed, his brows were furrowed enough to catch a fly, and his light brown eyes were filled with anger that had not yet subsided.

Chen Wenyu next to him hung his head, hunched his shoulders, and his bangs covered his facial expression, making him look pitiful.

When Li Hailong saw the two brothers, he remembered what Shi Sui had said in the afternoon. A calculation flashed across his eyes, and he stepped forward and said, "Xiao Song, come down for dinner."

It seemed that because he saw someone, Song Guicheng couldn't keep his face and forced a smile: "Brother Long."

Li Hailong asked, "Has the thing not been found yet?" The concerned look on his face did not seem fake.

Song Guicheng glared at Chen Wenyu and said, "No."

Li Hailong took two deep puffs of his cigarette and coughed a few times: "What did you lose? Do you know where it is? I've lived here for a long time, I know every nook and cranny, I can help you find it."

Song Guicheng hesitated, obviously unwilling to talk about it: "My mother left it for us. It was in the flower bed at the back. I don't know where it went."

It turned out to be consistent with what Shi Sui said. He was ecstatic in his heart, but he did not show it on his face and forced himself to suppress the joy.

"It rained yesterday, maybe it washed away somewhere." Li Hailong said.

Song Guicheng seemed to have realized what he was saying and thanked him repeatedly: "Yes, thank you, Brother Long."

He glanced at the sky outside and said, "Let's go have dinner first. Brother Long, do you have a shovel or something for digging? We can look for it in the evening."

Li Hailong's hand holding the cigarette trembled: "Where can I get it? I'll ask Uncle Liu for you tomorrow. I'm telling you, it's not safe here at night. You should wait until tomorrow morning."

"Not peaceful?" Song Guicheng frowned. "What's going on? I've been staying here for two days and I feel pretty good."

Li Hailong's mouth trembled, and half of the cigarette ash fell off. He looked around, as if he was afraid of something. He took Song Guicheng's shoulder, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Don't worry about it. Ghost Festival is coming soon. It's like this every year. Just wait until it's over."

Li Hailong showed a mouthful of yellow and black teeth, and his breath was filled with bad breath and smoke, which was nauseating, but Song Guicheng's attention was completely attracted by what Li Hailong said about "Ghost Festival".

Ghost Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, this was the first time in three days that Song Guicheng heard words about the main quest from an NPC.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with Ghost Festival? Don't we celebrate it every year?"

Li Hailong didn't want to talk more: "Anyway, don't go out these few nights. It will be fine after the Ghost Festival."

Can’t go out = something is unusual = there are clues = can’t help but go out.

In short, in the dungeon world, players either seek death or are killed.

"Brother Long, since you have been so open with me, I will not hide anything from you," Song Guicheng said mysteriously, "What I lost was the gold that my mother left for us. It is worth a lot of money. I will not be at peace until I can find it."

"Really?" Li Hailong's hands tightened unconsciously and his heart began to beat wildly.

Song Guicheng calmly pushed Li Hailong away and put his hand on his shoulder: "Yes."

He and Chen Wenyu looked at each other and said, "I'm taking my brother out to eat. Brother Long, do you want to come with us?"

Li Hailong came back to his senses, smoked the cigarette in two or three gulps, and waved his hand: "No need, you two can eat, I have something to go home for."

Song Guicheng smoothed out his shirt that was wrinkled by Li Hailong, turned his head to look at the man who was thinking about something, with a smile in his eyes.

Use one hand to gently help the man turn the loose lock called desire.