I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Darkness, endless darkness shrouded their vision.

Several people felt the wall and carefully moved towards the other end of the corridor.

Apart from the things that were attracted by turning on the light just now, they didn't encounter anything else. It was so smooth that it was unbelievable.

It was this smooth sailing that made Song Guicheng feel anxious.

At this time, they were standing at the door of the innermost room on the fifth floor. Their eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, could barely make out a few numbers written in white paint on the door, which had already been partially peeled off: 508.

Standing at the door of this room, the complex smell mixed with many scents, like an oncoming tide, overwhelms people.

Song Guicheng's nose tip, mouth, throat and abdomen seemed to be all filled with this gas. If he was shaken slightly, he would vomit it out.

Under extreme pressure, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably. It was a fear that surged from the bottom of his heart, a biological fear that was engraved in human DNA and passed down through blood for thousands of years. It was awakened at this moment, causing his soul to tremble.

What’s inside?

Song Guicheng couldn't help but look back at the other three people and found that everyone looked normal, some were nervous, some were calm, and some had no expression, but they were all within the controllable range.

He looked up at Room 508 again. The gray-yellow wooden door was scarred by the erosion of wind and rain. There were several deep scratches on the door panel, which was full of the vicissitudes of time.

Not much different than the few doors downstairs.

He pushed the door carefully with his fingertips, and the door responded by opening a crack.

Looking inside through the crack in the door, the square room was filled with darkness, like a bottomless black hole, making people feel like they would be swallowed up the moment they entered.

Other than that, nothing seemed to be there, it was a normal room.

But the smell that stimulates the tip of your nose cannot be fake. Since the smell is not fake, there is only one possibility - this room is fake!

"I've been fooled." Song Guicheng said softly.

Although the sound was not loud, a few people could hear it clearly.

Chen Wenyu was already panicking, and when he heard Song Guicheng's words, a cold sweat broke out on his back: "W-what——"

Song Guicheng's ears caught a slight sound, "Zizi", like the sound of metal dragging on concrete.

Wind, there is wind.

Without caring about anything else, Song Guicheng shouted, "Turn on the light!"

The moment the lights came on, Song Guicheng pulled Chen Wenyu down, and the cold blade brushed against Chen Wenyu's neck, leaving a blood mark.

If it was one second later, even one second, Chen Wenyu's body would be torn apart.

Chen Wenyu was still in a panic. A hand came over to help him fix the flashlight on his clothes, and then he was dragged up to stand against the wall.

When Chen Wenyu turned around, he saw Song Guicheng's face, which was so calm that it was almost expressionless. Only the tension in his eyes revealed his uneasy heart.

Following his gaze, Xu Chongchuan rushed forward with two swords in hand to fight with the ghost that had just killed him.

The hastily flickering lights made Song Guicheng's eyes flicker. He quickly bought a flashlight from the mall and fixed it on his clothes.

The fiery red figure was dragging a machete that was half her length, and a cold wind was raised wherever the blade passed.

——It’s Xiaowen from the second floor.

*

Xu Chongchuan and Xiaowen confronted each other in a narrow space. His eyes were as sharp as knives, his expression was stern, and his whole body was aroused with ferocious animality, as if he wanted to bite his opponent's bones to pieces.

Xiaowen looks petite and delicate, but in fact she wields the machete effortlessly. She even seems at ease, elegant and beautiful. The corners of her red skirt are lifted by the wind, revealing her white calves.

At this time, Song Guicheng didn't even have time to think about why Xiaowen appeared here. What he saw before him was a tense and exciting fight between the two of them. Xu Chongchuan almost tried to kill him every time, but Xiaowen managed to dodge it every time.

Xiaowen was spinning in the air with a machete, which was extremely powerful, but due to the narrow scene, it could not exert its full effectiveness.

Machete. The moment he saw the weapon in Xiaowen's hand, he was almost certain that it was aimed at him and Chen Wenyu.

The knife belongs to the element of metal, which foreshadows the way they will die.

The fight between the two almost blocked the way of escape. Xu Chongchuan could not lead Xiaowen behind him. There was no way to retreat behind him but the wall. He pushed the wall with one foot, used the force to fly up, and kicked towards Xiaowen with his other foot with all his strength.

Xiaowen took a few steps back under the huge force of the kick, and she grabbed the stair railing with her red-nailed hands to prevent herself from falling.

"Little brother, you are so strong," she rubbed her chest, her charming fox eyes revealed a hint of smile, and her tone was charming and pretentious, "You kicked me in the chest and it hurts so much."

"I wanted to play with you more," she sighed with pretended regret, "but now it seems there is no chance."

Before she finished speaking, her red skirt suddenly moved without wind, fluttering in the air, bringing waves of heat. The temperature of her body suddenly rose, and it only took a moment for the boundless cold to turn into scorching heat.

The wall was illuminated by an almost blood-red light, reflecting Xiaowen's shadow. The flames burned her fiery red skirt, from head to toe, from the inside out, emitting a scorching breath.

She was wrapped in orange-red flames, and her body moved and stretched freely, like a dancer in flames.

With every breath and every movement, wherever her body passed, it was ignited by fire. Sparks set the ground and set the whole field on fire. The violently jumping flames followed Xiaowen's steps and moved towards them.

They have no way forward and no way back.

Xu Chongchuan was forced to retreat step by step by the flames, and a piece of flesh on his arm was singed, but he still used his flesh and blood to block the flames that could burn everything.

Shi Sui was going crazy. His back couldn't stop shaking. The tremor spread from his spine to his brain and then to his whole body. His thoughts were shattered. All he could see in his eyes was Xu Chongchuan's sweat and painful expression.

He was about to rush forward, but was grabbed by Song Guicheng: "Shi Sui, calm down! Calm down!"

Song Guicheng's overly cold hand temporarily brought his thoughts back to normal. He heard Song Guicheng say to him, "I have a guess now. This is not the real fifth floor. Let's take a gamble now. Listen to me. We're going to jump from here later. Do you have any props that can reduce the impact?"

Song Guicheng spoke very fast, but his pronunciation was clear, and each word reached Shi Sui's ears, like a slanting drizzle in a burning flame, accompanied by the wind, extinguishing the hot thoughts.

He nodded: "I have."

Xu Chongchuan had been forced to their front by the flames. He was in a miserable state, with burn marks all over his body. Blood and flesh were flying around mixed with charred skin and flesh, and he could not even stand steadily.

Shi Sui and Song Guicheng held him on his left and right.

Chen Wenyu had been protected by Song Guicheng behind him. He saw Song Guicheng casually lift up the loose hair on his forehead, revealing his smooth and full forehead and clear and beautiful eyebrows.

The fire was burning fiercely, and there were two clusters of orange light in his eyes that flickered, like the afterglow of the night.

"Do you believe me?" Song Guicheng saw Chen Wenyu's silly look and smiled briefly and happily.

The raging flames in front of him were like a roaring evil dragon. Wherever he passed, there was a sea of ​​fire, and he roared and devoured everything around him.

He did not feel overly panicked. The chill surged out of his body, making his body and hands and feet cold. It seemed that even his anxious heart had calmed down for no reason.

The firelight gilded his handsome features. At the junction of shadow and death, he was like a late moon in flames.

Chen Wenyu had no choice but to answer. His body moved faster than his brain, and he nodded: "I believe you."

"Okay," Song Guicheng looked at the endless darkness outside the corridor, which seemed to swallow everything, "I'll count to three, two, one, and we'll jump together."

Chen Wenyu nodded firmly: "Okay."

"three……"

Chen Wenyu's heart was pounding. He groped his way to the corridor with Song Guicheng. The high temperature behind him was getting tighter and tighter. His legs were trembling and he didn't dare to turn around. The blood in his body was boiling and his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He was waiting for Song Guicheng's "two", but it didn't come for a long time. Chen Wenyu opened his tightly closed eyes a little and wanted to look at the person next to him.

A thrust caught him off guard, and he leaned forward and fell.

*

Xiaowen, who had transformed into a fire girl, was right in front of him. Flames were jumping in her beautiful eyes, which were filled with all kinds of charm, dyeing her entire eyes orange-red. Her mouth was cracked into a huge smile, and she was staring at the man in front of her, whose body seemed to have turned into substance due to the coldness on it.

At the moment Xiaowen's flaming hand was about to grab Song Guicheng's neck, he fell backwards without warning and allowed himself to be soaked by the darkness.

Song Guicheng is like a gambler who has exhausted everything. He regards the copy as a gambling table and his life as a chip, betting on whether he will die without a burial place or survive from the brink of death.

The body is falling at a high speed, and the darkness is like an invisible hand, trying to tightly grasp every life that strays into it.

People's senses and emotions are distorted. In a trance, everything around them seems to be slowing down and gradually becoming still.

The air broken by the body, the shadow wrapped around the body, and the hair blown by the wind, all of them were paused at some point.

I don't know when a fine drizzle began to fall from the quiet sky, drop by drop, into the darkness that could not bear the raindrops, into the flawless white palms, and onto the gently trembling eyelashes.

With the half-hanging night sky and the overwhelming rain, people will feel insignificant.

"Song Guicheng, will you come with me?"

He heard that vague voice again, still in his heart and still in the sky.

He asked, “Where to?”

"In the rain."

The voice was clearly cold, yet full of bewitchment and reassuring.

He then asked, "Can we bring another person?"

The voice asked, "Who?"

He replied: "Wu Zhi."

The voice fell silent. Raindrops kept falling beside my ears, and ripples appeared without knowing when.

The voice asked, "Why?"

Song Guicheng's eyes were filled with misty raindrops, falling from the sky. His eyes and eyebrows were filled with a very clear and calm expression:

“I want eternity.”