I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

It only took a moment from being unable to sleep to being unable to wake up. Chen Wenyu, who was tossing and turning in the recliner last night, lost consciousness in his dream this morning.

Just when Song Guicheng was hesitating whether to use some rough methods, such as pulling his hair until it was bald to wake him up, Xiaohua slipped out of his pocket, grabbed Chen Wenyu's eyelids with both hands and pulled them up hard:

"Brother Lazy Pig! Wake up! The sun is shining on your butt!"

Chen Wenyu finally woke up, with sleepiness still in his eyes.

He was stunned for two seconds, then jumped up from the recliner and wiped his face: "I, I, I'm awake."

Song Guicheng didn't sleep the whole night, so there were some dark circles under his eyes, but his face was so tough that the dark circles didn't affect it at all, instead it added a touch of messy and decadent beauty.

Chen Wenyu followed the three people with sluggish steps and asked curiously: "Brother Cheng, aren't you sleepy?"

Song Guicheng crossed his arms and looked at Chen Wenyu, who seemed to be about to fall on the recliner and sleep for another three days and three nights as his legs softened. He smiled and said, "Why sleep so much when you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die."

Chen Wenyu shook his body and immediately felt less sleepy.

There were already pedestrians on the road, some walking and some riding 28-inch bicycles. Smoke was rising above the breakfast stall. The boss moved the tables and chairs outside and set them up. The waiter skillfully kneaded two noodles together to make dough sticks and fried them in a pan.

The damp dew and the smell of fireworks mixed together, giving people a feeling of living in the real world.

This place is more real and more vibrant than any other time and space, as if a strange and blurry veil has been lifted off, allowing people to feel grounded.

Song Guicheng walked on the stone road, but he could clearly understand that this was not the real world.

That is a special feeling that only players will have. There is still a road not far away, and it seems to have no end. However, there is an invisible boundary standing there, which cannot be seen or touched, but clearly separates the copy world from the real world.

The few of them had no mood to sit down and have a proper breakfast. They just bought something and then went their separate ways to get information.

Their goal was clear: to find out what exactly happened in Yongding Building.

Song Guicheng was holding steamed buns in his hand. He hadn't changed his white shirt and black pants for two days. He walked slowly on the street, looking for a suitable target to get information from.

He was as smooth as jade, with outstanding looks and elegant posture. When he walked down the street carrying steamed buns, he looked like a model walking on the catwalk, attracting a lot of attention along the way.

But those are not good choices for finding out information.

Song Guicheng's gaze passed calmly from the roadside vegetable vendor, the fashionable girl walking her dog, the elderly couple taking an early morning stroll, and finally fell on the old man selling newspapers at the newsstand across the intersection.

He turned the jade beads on his wrist, made up his mind, and walked towards the newsstand while stuffing the steamed buns into his mouth.

*

Song Guicheng stopped in front of the newsstand and stuffed steamed buns into his mouth in big mouthfuls, as if he was very hungry. He looked at the newspapers and magazines displayed in the newsstand, flipped through them, and threw them back.

He rubbed his toes on the ground and made "tsk" sounds with his mouth, looking like an irritable young man who couldn't find his newspaper.

When he sighed for the third time, the old man who had been reading the newspaper with his eyes downcast finally raised his eyelids and glanced at him, snorting coldly: "Young man, you messed up my newspaper."

Song Guicheng scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, uncle, I'll fix it for you right away." After that, he deftly restored the newspapers and magazines to their original state and smoothed out the wrinkled corners of the newspapers.

The old man's face looked better, and his tone was much better: "What newspaper are you looking for? Haven't found it yet?"

"It's like this, uncle," Song Guicheng rubbed his hands nervously, "I'm actually a writer for a newspaper. Recently, our newspaper is going to write a collection about the changes in this city in the past twenty years, and I plan to come here to find some materials."

"Writer?" The old man put down the newspaper and stared at Song Guicheng for a moment through his reading glasses with his cloudy but sharp eyes. "Which newspaper are you from?"

Song Guicheng replied: "Xinri Morning Post."

When he was sorting the newspapers just now, he specifically looked at the newspaper publisher, publication number and release date, and chose a fledgling tabloid.

If it was an old newspaper, it would have published all the major events about Yongding Building and there would be no need for it to ask people about it. Its image would no longer be sustainable.

Whether a character can stand out depends mainly on the details. He has never made any mistakes, so this kind of small thing can be said to be easy for him.

The old man really believed it, and he showed the newspaper in his hand and commented sharply: "It's a street tabloid."

He is an old man with a weird temper and a high opinion of himself.

Song Guicheng was still smiling. After all, no one was scolding him. Even if they were scolding him, he didn't care. He lowered his head and pretended to be studying: "So this is why you are looking for a breakthrough."

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "Young man, you need to learn more."

Song Guicheng chuckled twice, pulled a stool and sat next to the old man, and asked, "Uncle, have you lived here for a long time?"

The old man replied: "I was born here and grew up here."

When Song Guicheng heard this, he thought there was hope.

"Do you know everything here?" he asked with a smile.

The old man sneered: "You are still a writer? If you want to write this article, don't you read the major events reported in the past 20 years? Nowadays, all of you writers are just talking nonsense in the newspapers, without doing any investigation or understanding the facts. You have forgotten the original duties of reporters..."

The old man rambled on for a while, and seeing Song Guicheng's pitiful look as if he was about to cry, he coughed twice and said, "You're lucky. At least you came to check it out."

Upon hearing this, Song Guicheng instantly revealed a shy smile, looking like a young man who had just been hit hard and was happy to be praised.

He silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart. His acting skills were much better than Wu Zhi's.

He pointed to the Yongding Building not far away, where only the roof could be seen. He said, "Uncle, I've read a lot of reports. I know that the building was built by the glass factory for employees to live in. Later it was burned down. It seems that the factory director was also burned to death. Oh, it's really pitiful."

"Pathetic?" The old man's voice suddenly rose, and he cursed angrily, "That son of a bitch owed the workers several months' wages! Later, the factory closed down and wanted to sell the building. The workers and their families didn't want to move, so he threatened to burn down the building to force them out."

Song Guicheng didn't expect there was such a hidden story. He would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised. He asked, "Did he really set the fire later?"

"He was a coward, but he also cared about his reputation. He said what he wanted, and he set the fire on the same day," the old man clenched the newspaper, veins popping out of his hands, and fell into a chair. "He didn't really want to burn down the building, he just set the fire in the back to scare people. Who knew that the bastard went to the toilet and didn't watch the fire. It was a dry summer, so the fire burned the bushes and trees in the flowerbed, and when the wind blew, the building caught fire."

At this point, a painful expression appeared on the old man's face: "The torch building is on fire, the flames are so high that the sky is red. Those who go out to work are fine, but those who cook and take care of children at home, and those who come back from night shifts to catch up on sleep, are all..."

He couldn't bear to say any more, so he took off his reading glasses and threw them on his clothes, covered his face with his hands, curled up his back, and supported his arms on his knees, as if this could ease the pain in his heart.

Song Guicheng had indeed deliberately said that the factory director was pitiful in order to provoke the old man, but he never thought that the old man would be so excited and sad, and he felt a little guilty.

He silently picked up the newspaper that the old man threw at his feet, folded it, took out his handkerchief and handed it to the old man.

The old man didn't answer, but kept muttering: "That factory director deserved to die, he deserved to be burned to death, it's karma..."

It took a while for the old man to calm down, and he wiped the tears from his hands.

Song Guicheng pursed his lips tightly, and his slightly furrowed brows revealed his concern: "Uncle, are you okay? It's all my fault for bringing up your sad memories."

The old man waved his hand and said, "I don't blame you. Go back and write it truthfully. Don't make false reports."

Song Guicheng nodded in assurance, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Uncle, did you live in that building before?"

The old man was silent for a long time, then stopped talking and waved his hand to let him go.

Song Guicheng didn't ask any more questions. He just bought a pile of newspapers before leaving, put the money on the stall, and left with the newspapers.

*

Before noon, several people returned to Yongding Building to gather.

This area is not very big, and Yongding Building and Yongding Glass Factory were famous events that were widely reported in newspapers that year. The four people divided the work and quickly brought back a lot of information, which was almost the same as what Song Guicheng knew.

Chen Wenyu found some paper and pen from somewhere and sorted out the general background of the story:

Yongding Building was originally a staff dormitory built by Yongding Glass Factory for workers. After the glass factory went bankrupt, the factory director Liu Jianguo wanted to take back the building and sell it.

The workers living there were unwilling to move, so Liu Qiangguo set fire to the building to scare the residents. However, he did not expect that due to his negligence, the fire really broke out and killed many workers and their families.

Someone wanted to resurrect those workers and their families, so he found an ancient formation, stole power from "Tao", and forged a time and space.

Chen Wenyu sighed and told what he had just asked: "In fact, the factory manager opened the factory in the beginning to solve the employment problem of the people in the town, so that everyone could have work and earn money. He also built dormitories for the employees to live in. Who knew that the factory would go bankrupt due to poor performance later on? Sigh..."

Song Guicheng thought of the newspaper used to paste wallpaper, and the sincere and happy smiles of the factory director, technicians, and workers in the newspaper. That glass factory was once everyone's hope and the pride of the town.

It is only the erosion of time that has changed people's hearts. The factory manager has forgotten his original intention and the workers have forgotten to be grateful.

Just like that treasured newspaper, it now has to stay in a dirty corner. No matter how hard you try to fix it, it still leaks.

Everyone's original enthusiasm, sincerity, persistence and hope have also been obscured and can no longer be seen clearly.

The cicadas chirped loudly, one wave higher than the other in the hot air. Everyone listened in silence to the cicadas' hoarse cries.

Song Guicheng flipped through the newspaper, making a rustling sound, but he didn't read a single word: "Who drew that formation?" He seemed to be asking himself, and also seemed to be asking the other three people.

Chen Wenyu closed his notebook: "Director?"

Judging from the background of the whole story, the factory director is indeed the most likely person to draw this formation. After all, the disaster was caused by him, but he never thought of actually burning the people living in the building to death.

"I think we should go to the small room in the guard room and take a look." Song Guicheng said.

Chen Wenyu pressed down the pen and said, "That dog looks difficult to deal with."

Xu Chongchuan took out a large yellow-green cattail leaf fan from somewhere and fanned Shi Sui: "I can help you lead that dog away."

Song Guicheng smelled the light bamboo fragrance of the cattail leaf fan carried by the wind: "No, I have a prop that can be used."

The pocket watch in the storage cabinet lay quietly, emitting a cold light under the white light of the system.

Chen Wenyu drew a floor plan on a notebook. There were a total of five residents they had met in the community: pregnant woman Zhang and her son Xiaoyan on the first floor, Xiaowen on the second floor, and Li Hailong and his wife on the third floor.

Finding something to rely on for five people is not too much, but not too little either. The difficulty lies in where to start.

"No way, no way," Shi Sui tilted his head, snatched Chen Wenyu's pen and drew a little man on the paper, "No one can't figure out how to find it, right?"

Chen Wenyu took the pen back and wiped his glasses: "I know, I'll find it according to the corresponding attributes of the floor."

Shi Sui: “There is still hope.”

Chen Wenyu smiled but said nothing. It was obvious that he was gradually distancing himself from Shi Sui.

He felt that Shi Sui was very powerful. Although he didn't say anything, he knew everything and should not be provoked. But he also felt that Shi Sui was a difficult person to read through and had a sharp tongue, so he should not be a close friend.

Compared to Shi Sui, he prefers Song Guicheng, who is gentle and polite, has a sense of boundaries, and keeps a proper degree in his words and jokes.

He is a normal person who doesn't like making friends with people who always hurt themselves. He is also a vulgar person who cannot understand Shi Sui's way of thinking.

So he unconsciously moved half a step towards Song Guicheng.

At that time, he just smiled and didn't say anything. It was boring. He ran away after being teased for a few times. He was so boring and couldn't understand what people said.

*

Time is counted based on people's mood. When things are urgent, time will pass quickly; when people are anxious, time will be infinitely extended by this mood.

This is the mood that several people are in now. They want to find the object of ghost's sustenance and destroy the resurrection formation. These two major things are chasing them, but they can only stand here and wait.

The tree behind the flower bed was burnt, and there was no shade for them to escape the heat. Chen Wenyu stood in the corridor on the fifth floor, picking a cool spot to stand, but the effect was minimal.

He was like a fish fried on both sides in the sun, and his face soon turned red.

"Brother Cheng, aren't you hot?" He wiped the sweat from his head and turned to look at Song Guicheng. The other's hair was still clean and so were his clothes.

The sunlight fell into Song Guicheng's light brown eyes, and they sparkled. He said, "I'm not afraid of the heat."

Weird.

However, ever since Wu Zhi planted something into his body, he would feel a chill rising up from time to time, circulating through his limbs and bones like an air conditioner.

The black jade beads worn on the wrist feel cool to the touch, and are not burned by the sun or heated by covering oneself with clothes.

Being attacked from both inside and outside, it would be strange if he could sweat.

It was okay in the summer, but he didn't dare to think about the winter, for he was afraid that he would not die at the hands of ghosts, but would freeze himself into a snowman first.

Shi Sui raised his drooping eyes and looked at him, then closed his eyes thoughtfully.

宋归程没注意到时岁的小动作，他盯着手表，5、4、3、2、1。

"One o'clock."

These words were like a key that opened the door. In an instant, the air began to vibrate and ripple, as if affected by some huge change.

Song Guicheng opened the door of 508.

The cicadas in the trees were still buzzing, there were people drinking and chatting in the small restaurant, the vegetable vendors took out their kettles to spray water on their vegetables, the owner of the breakfast stall was lying in the shop snoring loudly, and everything was still running in an orderly manner.

Only the four figures on the fifth floor of Yongding Building were missing.