I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"Where's the gold? Didn't you say there was gold?"

In the dark night, the tree branches trembled and the pale moonlight poured down, illuminating the violent and ferocious expression on Li Hailong's face.

The soil in the flower bed was shoveled into a mess, with holes of varying depths, and flowers, plants and soil mixed together, staining his trouser legs.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, a shovel in his hand, and murmured as if under a spell: "Gold, gold, I want gold..."

He searched everywhere, even the flower beds, but couldn't find what he wanted.

The shovel was thrown casually on the ground, and it made a sharp "bang" sound when it hit the concrete floor.

Li Hailong stomped the edge of the flower bed with his muddy shoes, his face showing anxiety, desire, and anger...

*

It was still one o'clock in the afternoon when Song Guicheng and his companions returned to Yongding Tower.

At noon, the temperature was over 40 degrees, and only the scorching sun cast the shadow of Yongding Building on the empty concrete surface. The whole building seemed to be dead, and time had also frozen here.

They didn't dare to stay on the fifth floor and hurried down the stairs.

As soon as they turned the corner, they saw Liang Qiuting and Lin Zicheng standing at the door of 407 waiting for them.

Lin Zicheng stood sideways, his face unclear. He had changed his bloodstained clothes, his shirt was creased, his pants were wrinkled, and one of his shoes was black and the other blue, as if he had left in such a hurry that he had no time to take care of himself.

Hearing the sound, Lin Zicheng moved his ears and "looked" in the direction where the few people were coming down.

Song Guicheng paused, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

Lin Zicheng came back to life, but his lost eyes did not grow back. His eye sockets were empty, like two abrupt grooves in the flat ground.

Chen Wenyu staggered and almost fell. He widened his eyes, looked around in shock, and then looked at Song Guicheng beside him.

Song Guicheng turned his head and put his index finger to his lips, making a gesture of silence.

Before they came close, Lin Zicheng knelt down with a plop and kowtowed heavily, with a dull sound as his forehead hit the ground.

His voice was hoarse but touching: "Brother Shi, I don't need to thank you for saving my life. From now on, my life belongs to you. I will do whatever you want and send me as you please!"

"Wow, big brother, stop it," Shi Sui jumped to the side, "If someone older than me kowtows to me, it will shorten their lifespan."

Lin Zicheng didn't know how to answer, so he could only keep kowtowing in hesitation.

Xu Chongchuan stepped forward to help him up. Lin Zicheng's forehead was red. He had used all his strength in that knock. The muscles on his face were still trembling, and his palms were shaking slightly. He didn't know what else to say.

Shi Sui: "You don't have to give me your life, just remember to pay back the points."

Lin Zicheng nodded quickly. He knew in his heart that the props that could save a dying person must be expensive, and the points he earned before his death might not be enough to pay for it.

He said, "I will definitely pay it back. I will definitely pay it back. From now on, all the points I earn in the dungeon will be given to Brother Shi."

Shi Sui waved his hand and took out a piece of yellow paper similar to parchment from the locker and handed it to Lin Zicheng. The paper was flat and smooth, and it was obvious that it had a delicate touch. Some words were written on it with a black ink pen.

It was a debt contract that should have been prepared long ago. The interest rate was terribly high, and he had already signed his name in the creditor column.

Lin Zicheng couldn't see the words on the paper. When Xu Chongchuan read out that the interest rate was 20%, the pen in his hand fell to the ground. It was shaking even more violently than before, and the emotion on his face was replaced by surprise.

"With such a high interest rate, what's the difference between this and usury?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Song Guicheng thought to himself that this was very different from usury. The interest rates of usury were generally over 50%, and there were also some that were 100% or 200%.

Shi Sui was too lazy to give him time to digest it, and just asked: "Brother, are you going to sign it or not? I am a businessman, and I will never cheat anyone. This is the money to buy your life, and I am the only one who can save your life. Do you think you can buy your life from the system?"

Lin Zicheng stopped arguing and fumbled to sign his name.

The contractual relationship is thus established.

Shi Sui threw the contract to Xu Chongchuan and kept it, then watched the expressions on other people's faces with interest. Lin Zicheng looked ashen, Chen Wenyu wiped his glasses, Liang Qiuting frowned, and Song Guicheng had a blank expression.

Boring, boring, he clapped his hands. There were too few people, so he couldn’t appreciate the expression of shock and panic.

I didn't see any expressions of panic, fear or disgust as if they were saying "You're actually a loan shark". It was boring.

Song Guicheng looked at Xu Chongchuan calmly and said, "I'll go to the guard room downstairs. You guys go find something for the ghost to rely on first."

*

It is clearly the same building, but it is completely different from before. It is quiet, silent, heavy and depressing. With every step I take down the stairs, this emotion deepens.

Song Guicheng held the pocket watch in his hand, which felt cold and hard.

[Time and Space Stillness: You become a believer of the gods, and the gods will share some of their original power with you, one of which is the ability to control time. Sacrifice blood and you will gain the ability to stop time and space, 3 times per instance, 5 minutes each time.

The number of times remaining in this instance: 3/3. 】

The control time is 5 minutes, each copy is done three times, which is equivalent to 15 minutes.

In the dungeon world, life and death are just a matter of seconds. In 15 minutes, too many things can be done and too many people can seize the opportunity to escape from the Death Pistol.

In the copy of "Ankang Orphanage", if he had such a prop at the last moment, he would not have to go through the life-and-death race and feel the blood-pumping tension and panic.

Let the time of the entire copy stop for him.

The system gave him a big gift. No, maybe it wasn’t the system, but Wu Zhi gave him a big gift.

As a gift from God to his believers.

Song Guicheng stroked the pattern on the pocket watch. The shape and pattern were very familiar, similar to what he saw on the stone tablet that day, but not exactly the same. It could be spliced ​​together perfectly, but the pattern was completely unpredictable.

He stopped when he saw the miserable mess in the flowerbed downstairs. The originally flat soil had been dug up here and there, forming holes of different sizes, and many flowers and plants had been knocked down.

The ground was covered with messy footprints, spreading from one side of the flower bed to the other. Just looking at the footprints, one could see the anxiety in the heart of the person digging the soil.

Song Guicheng did not go closer, but just looked at him from a distance. The sunlight made his fair skin emit a warm light like jade. He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes were fixed on 304 - the room where the couple lived.

The gray-yellow wooden door was tightly closed, hidden in the shadows; even from such a distance one could still sense the chilling and terrifying atmosphere in the building, as if it was going to swallow up everyone living inside.

Song Guicheng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. The arc of his thin and light lips was neither too big nor too small. His light brown pupils shrank slightly under the strong sunlight. It was a gentle smile.

Perhaps he has not yet realized that his temperament has begun to approach that of his own god, cold and ruthless, but out of habit, this temperament still projects outwardly as a deceptive gentleness and warmth.