I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

At some point, people want to freeze time at this moment forever.

No longer go back to the lost past, no longer move towards an uncertain future, just keep the happiness of this moment.

This moment is called eternity.

The night sky was silent, the air was humid, and the sound did not sound again for a long time.

Song Guicheng's hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his forehead.

He seldom reviews his life. When he looks back too much on the past, he becomes deeply trapped in it, unable to break free and move towards the future.

The weightlessness of falling made his brain empty, forcing him to find something to fill it. Fragments flashed through his mind, including his mother's lipstick dropped on the ground, the cufflinks on his father's suit jacket, and the black dial and oyster strap of his brother's watch.

"I know my little Cheng is the kindest baby in the world."

"Xiao Cheng, can you hold on a little longer? Mom and Dad believe you can do it."

"Xiao Cheng, you can't be selfish. If you help your brother, he will love you in the future."

Countless fragments of memories overwhelmed him like a tide, like a disorganized videotape, jumping and repeating uncontrollably.

The disordered memories shattered beyond recognition like a lens, splashing out and scratching the person standing in the middle of the silhouette of time.

He seemed like a third party, and also like a participant. The roulette wheel of memories kept spinning, erasing many figures, gradually disappearing, leaving only that thin figure in the vast sea of ​​memories.

White shirt, black pants, and hair flying in the wind.

The broken light blurred most of his figure. The man seemed to sense something and turned around expressionlessly, looking straight at where Song Guicheng was standing.

!

Song Guicheng opened his eyes and saw the lime-mottled ceiling of the corridor and the dim, flickering incandescent lights.

He tried to get up from the ground, but heavy, dull pain spread from his spine to his entire body, forcing him to hold on to the door frame next to him in order to stand.

He was still alive, and Song Guicheng felt relieved that he had made the right bet.

At this time, the live broadcast room exploded:

[WTF TF TF, where is this? I just went to have a meal, is the host breaking new ground? ]

[I have watched the Yongding Tower dungeon at least ten times. I bet my dog's hair that I have never watched this route.]

[Looking at the surroundings, you can tell that you are still inside the Yongding Building, but the place where the host is standing now is probably the real Yongding Building. ]

[I have a feeling that the host is going to get a True End this round.]

[Newbie, polite question, what is the difference between True end and Normal end? ]

[Look at the final exploration degree of the dungeon. 80% is usually considered a True End, and anything below 80% is a Normal End. ]

[This copy of Yongding Tower is also an old copy, and the highest exploration degree is 79%. ]

[79, this hurts, hahahahahahaha]

[Will I get more points if I play True End? ]

[No, but True End will strengthen the host's body according to the excess. ]

[Aren't the stories and rules of each dungeon different? ]

[Yes, they are different, but the core of each copy is the same. Just like a composition, the theme is framed, and the content can be freely expressed. ]

……

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"Some of the above remarks involve the Soul Tracing Game, and the streamer has been blocked."

*

Shi Sui, Xu Chongchuan and Chen Wenyu were not seen here, but Song Guicheng was not panicked. He had anticipated this situation before jumping down.

While he was leisurely cleaning his dusty clothes, he looked around and took in the surrounding environment.

He was sure that he was still in Yongding Building.

However, the charred wooden door and large blackened patches on the walls told him that this was not the original Yongding Building.

He looked up at the number written in white paint above the wooden door. The surface had almost completely peeled off. Fortunately, the lights in the corridor were still on, so he could barely make out a "1".

501.

Standing here, he could hear the cicadas chirping outside the building, the sound of wind blowing through the treetops, and the creaking of the iron door. Unlike the dead stillness of Yongding Building, this building was flowing.

Xiaohua crawled out of his pocket and skillfully climbed up his arm to his shoulder: "Mom, mom, what happened just now?"

The little paper doll’s tiny head couldn’t understand too many things. She could only sense that her mother had just been in danger, but her mother wouldn’t let her out.

Before Song Guicheng could answer her, something fell out of his pocket with a "pop", rolled forward with a gurgling sound, and disappeared into the darkness where Song Guicheng could not see it.

Maybe Xiaohua climbed too quickly just now and brought out the glass marble in his pocket.

Xiaohua subconsciously wanted to chase after it, but was stopped by Song Guicheng. He looked solemnly in the direction where the marble disappeared, and there was an incomprehensible thought in his light brown eyes.

"Xiaohua," Song Guicheng took the paper figurine off his shoulders, "Can you help mom go down and see if Uncle Shi and the others are there?"

He gently rubbed Xiaohua's head with his fingers, his tone was gentle, but his expression was serious, as if he was entrusted with an important task.

Xiaohua would not refuse any of her mother's requests. She hugged her mother's fingers, rubbed them with her soft face, and happily agreed: "Okay!"

*

After watching Xiaohua's small figure go down the stairs, Song Guicheng took out a flashlight from the cupboard. It was still early morning, and the sky and the earth were pitch black. The lighting effect of the incandescent lamp above his head was almost negligible.

He silently held the flashlight tightly and walked deeper into the corridor.

After passing through the door of the second room, you are completely out of the range illuminated by the incandescent lamp.

The beam of light from the flashlight was swallowed up by the darkness. Song Guicheng walked calmly, as if he didn't care at all about what was ahead, nor was he afraid of what was ahead.

The smell of blood, earth, and incense ash is no longer detectable. A faint scent of dust lingers at the tip of the nose, a smell that has been sealed away by time for a long time.

Darkness always creates illusions. As he walked, Song Guicheng suddenly felt that there was only this corridor and himself alone in the world.

This illusion disappeared when Song Guicheng saw the glass marbles two steps away from his feet.

He raised the flashlight and shone it around carefully. There was a wall in front of him, a corridor behind him, a railing on his left, and a door on his right.

This was the end of the corridor. He picked up the glass beads and used the flashlight to illuminate the number on the door. Even without looking, he knew which room the door on his right was - 508.

Song Guicheng stood in front of the door. The gray-yellow wooden door was crumbling, and the metal handle was blackened by the fire. He could faintly smell a burnt smell.

The wind kept blowing through his hair, like a gentle caress, but also like a deadly claw.

Song Guicheng lowered his eyes, his thin eyelashes covering his eyes that were always full of smiles, making him look a little cold and distant.

The night was filled with depth and tranquility, without a single wavering moment. He stood before this door, as if he had come to another crossroads of fate.

Song Guicheng put his hand on the door handle, which was eternally cold, and then he gently pushed the door open.

When people do something that cannot be explained by reason, they call it - fate.