I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Before entering the guard room, Song Guicheng saw the big yellow dog lying at the door of the guard room. It was skinny and had dull fur, but its eyes were bright and alert as it stared at Song Guicheng who was getting closer and closer.

The big yellow dog's body was slightly arched, its canine teeth were bared, its nose was wrinkled, and a very suppressed low growl came from its throat.

"Ah Huang!" Uncle Liu shouted softly and kicked the big yellow dog.

The big yellow dog tucked its tail between its legs and crawled under the chair, but its eyes never left Song Guicheng, with a dangerous look in their alertness.

"Uncle Liu," Song Guicheng knocked on the door, "Can I ask you something?"

Uncle Liu was so blind that he could hardly see. He moved his ears, and after reacting, he looked towards where Song Guicheng was standing: "Of course, come in and sit down."

Song Guicheng smelled the strong smell of smoke again. The wind from the electric fan was blowing straight towards his face, which was simply torture for people with a sensitive sense of smell.

Without even raising his nose, he ignored the big yellow dog's gaze and sat down on the chair he had sat on last time.

The sunlight was scorching, but it could not shine into the guard room, as if there was a natural barrier isolating everything from the outside world. Song Guicheng could even hear the heavy breathing of the big yellow dog.

Song Guicheng stroked his chin, his smile unchanged, as usual gentle and polite, but the words he said were like thunder out of the blue:

"Uncle, your last name is not Liu, right?"

It's like a word thrown into deep water, causing a large number of ripples but no sound.

Uncle Liu looked at Song Guicheng with his eyes that were covered with white shadows and whose pupils were almost invisible, and said in a light tone: "My last name is not Liu, so do I have your last name?"

Uncle Liu moved his fingers and fumbled to take out the cigarettes from the drawer, but then he put it down again as if he had thought of something.

Song Guicheng was choked. He turned the jade beads on his wrist and still smiled: "If you want, you can."

Uncle Liu: ...

Song Guicheng: "Uncle Liu, you have lived here for many years, right?"

Uncle Liu leaned over to touch Ah Huang's head: "Yes, many years."

"Then do you know that many big things happened here in the past?" Song Guicheng asked knowingly.

Uncle Liu stopped stroking and looked straight at Song Guicheng, his eyes were cold and terrifying.

Song Guicheng continued speaking in a state of unconsciousness:

"In the past, a building here had a serious fire due to the factory manager's arson threats and negligence. The factory manager did not flee from the scene, but entered the fire scene to put out the fire after calling the police."

As he expressed his guess, he observed Uncle Liu's expression.

Uncle Liu rubbed his hands on the edge of the drawer, his eyelids drooping, and he was too stingy to even glance at the man telling the story in front of him.

Song Guicheng was not in a hurry. He played with the jade beads on his wrist. His white and slender fingers were wrapped in dark red silk threads and entangled with black jade beads. It was a very impactful and beautiful picture.

"After the factory manager entered the building, he found that the fire was bigger than he had imagined. He walked into the fire to rescue several people trapped in the house. He went in and out several times, but he himself was severely burned and exhausted, and collapsed in the fire."

His tone was neither hurried nor slow, and the fire seemed to reappear before his eyes. The orange-red flames were like a roaring fire dragon, devouring everything in its path, emitting a scorching heat.

The people living inside panicked and screamed. They dropped their work and hurried outside. Most of them were men who had gone out to work, leaving their children and wives at home.

Some people were trapped in the house because of their slow reaction or the huge fire. Liu Jianguo rescued a few people but not everyone.

Song Guicheng saw that Uncle Liu's hand, which was pinching the corner of the table, trembled slightly and his cheekbones moved.

He knew he was right. The factory manager did not abandon the people in the fire, but chose to go in and save them.

People are the product of their environment. Over time, their original intentions will be eaten away and they will become unrecognizable. The factory director may have forgotten his original intentions in the influence of money and interests.

But people are also the product of genes, and their kind nature is still there, even if it is overshadowed by money, it has never disappeared.

The moment the fire started, he did not escape, but chose to go in and save people.

"The factory director who collapsed in the fire never thought that he would be rescued by the old man guarding the gate in the guard room, nor did he expect that the old man would pretend to be him and die in the fire in order to help him escape punishment."

These words were like lightning in a clear sky, exploding in the quiet guard room and creating a huge hole in the seemingly peaceful and relaxed atmosphere.

Uncle Liu suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Guicheng. His eyes were cold and terrifying. They seemed to turn into substance and wrapped around him from head to toe.

Song Guicheng wanted to move but found that he couldn't. His limbs seemed to be controlled by invisible hands and feet, forcing him to look at Uncle Liu.

The weather outside suddenly turned gloomy. The wind blew dark clouds in, completely blocking the sun. The brightness suddenly turned into darkness. The white clouds began to disappear rapidly like a wall being swallowed inch by inch by a fire, turning into scorched clouds.

The originally relaxed atmosphere of the comments suddenly turned sour:

[What the hell, what the hell, what the hell, what's going on? ]

[Xiao Chengzi has touched the core of the dungeon. Holy shit, that's awesome.]

[How did he guess it? 】

[I don’t know, first this, then that, and then I guessed it]

[I touched my neck. I have a brain, so why can’t I figure it out?]

……

……

*

On the other side, Chen Wenyu was still in a state of confusion. They were looking for the ghost's trust based on the clues they had found from the copy in the past few days.

The sky suddenly turned overcast and it looked like a heavy rain was going to come.

Chen Wenyu, who was digging the pit that Li Hailong had not finished last night, felt the shade behind him. He looked up at the dark clouds and reflexively went to the guard room.

When he leaned against the tree trunk, Shi Sui kicked his butt: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and dig. Do you still want to get out?"

Lin Zicheng had poor eyesight and could not see the sky with rolling dark clouds and thunder and lightning, but without his vision, his hearing became much more sensitive.

He heard muffled thunder and the wind blew past him from behind like an electric shock, making him feel danger instinctively.

He swallowed and said, "Is it going to rain?"

Liang Qiuting beside him replied: "Yeah."

Liang Qiuting has become much quieter and calmer. She wants to turn herself into someone like Shi Moqi and live for her.

A flash of lightning like a sharp sword cut through the sky, followed by a gloomy and terrifying thunder, which tore through the silent atmosphere of Yongding Tower and echoed for a long time.

Liang Qiuting kept moving her hands, digging down the tree with a shovel. She didn't know what she was going to dig up, nor did she know if she could find it. She was exploring everything in anxiety.

With another shovel, she suddenly shoveled out something hard.

Liang Qiuting subconsciously held her breath. A surge of joy surged in her heart, but she forced it down.

She dug up the surrounding soil and carefully wiped off the soil on the object she had just dug up with her hands. Finally, she saw clearly that it was a small wooden box.

"Found it?" Shi Sui also came over to take a look. It was an ordinary wooden box, khaki in color, and seemed to be made of discarded scraps. There was a dent on it where Liang Qiuting had just hit it with a shovel.

Liang Qiuting wiped the sweat from her head with her muddy hands and gently opened the wooden box.

Inside were two small red booklets with three large golden characters printed on them: Marriage Certificate.

The book was smooth and clean, with the word "囍" and the patterns on it not damaged at all, which was enough to show how much the owner loved it.

When opened, the inner page is divided into two sides. The text on the left records the names of the newlyweds, Li Hailong and Zhang Yanxia, ​​and on the right is a photo and date.

Liang Qiuting's hands trembled when she saw the photo. The photo did not show the happy smiling faces of a newlywed couple, but two bodies that were burned beyond recognition. Their gray-black skin was tightly stuck together. One body was tightly imprisoned by the other, and they refused to let go until they died.

Under the depressing sky, silence and terror grow like crazy weeds.

"Gold...Gold..." The sound of the wind brought the strange sound into everyone's ears.

"Gold... I want gold..." The voice was filled with extreme desire and madness, making people shudder just by hearing it.

Liang Qiuting was suddenly grabbed and pulled back, away from the pit. Shi Sui snapped the wooden box in his hand and took it away from Liang Qiuting: "Run."

When Liang Qiuting heard this, it was like a triggering program, and she ran into Yongding Building without looking back.

Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan were still standing there. The heavy thunder rumbled like a violent landslide, slanting across the entire sky. The wind blew the corners of their clothes away and stuck them tightly together.

Shala shala... Something is digging the soil, digging upwards from the ground, shala shala... The sound is mixed with the thunder and makes one's scalp tingle.

A pair of arms, only rotten flesh left, emerged from the pit Liang Qiuting had just dug, with black dirt filling their nails...

Shi Sui took two steps back and tilted his head and said, "It's mutated. As expected, once the core power of the copy is touched, the ghost will mutate."

Xu Chongchuan took out a double blade from the storage cabinet. His muscles tensed up and his back slightly arched, like an alert cheetah, ready to strike.

"You said..." Shi Sui put his right arm on Xu Chongchuan's shoulder and pointed his mouth towards the guard room, "Will he die?"

The rotten arms stretched longer and longer, extending out from the pit, through the flower bed, across the concrete ground, and straight towards where the two people were standing.

Xu Chongchuan protected Shi Sui behind him and answered his previous question: "I don't know if he will die, but if you don't run, we will die together soon."

*

The heavy rain poured down, colliding and splashing in the crowded space, hitting the glass of the guard room, making a dull sound.

"You are very smart." Uncle Liu's face enlarged in front of Song Guicheng, so close that he could smell the smell of rotten meat emanating from Uncle Liu's mouth.

His voice was even hoarser than before, like the dying breath of a person whose trachea was blocked due to inhaling too much smoke from the fire.

Those gloomy eyes stared at Song Guicheng without blinking, as if staring at a dying prey.

Song Guicheng didn't show any nervousness or panic on his face. He just asked, "Did I guess right?"

"Director Liu is a good man."

Uncle Liu's body began to change. His dark yellow skin began to crack along the wrinkles, like wood burned in fire, carbonizing and cracking.

"He opened a factory, gave those people jobs, and built dormitories for them to live in. Now they have money and a place to live, and they can get married and live a good life."

Uncle Liu's body was convulsing and curling up, shrinking rapidly like a piece of dried meat. His burned skin turned yellow, charred and shrunken, with the skin sticking to the flesh and the flesh sticking to the bones.

An air of decay and decline spread in the air, making people shudder.

"Director Liu is willing to let an old blind man like me guard the gate. What kind of gate can I guard? He found me a dog to raise."

"Director Liu just wants to sell his building to pay off his debts, so why don't they move? What an ungrateful bunch of bastards! Scoundrels! Don't you think about who helped them when they were in trouble?"

Uncle Liu was howling almost crazily, his dark mouth gritting his teeth like a wild beast, and endless resentment filled the entire guard room.