I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng stood at the door of Room 7.

Like the entire wooden house, the gray-yellow wood of the wooden door was stained, revealing an old and decayed atmosphere.

Xie Siyou looked at him worriedly before entering the room. Song Guicheng gave him a soothing smile: "If you have any problems at night, just knock on the wall."

Seeing that Song Guicheng's expression remained unchanged, Xie Siyou pursed his lips, made an OK gesture to him, and then led Chen Xinke into the house.

After a "creaky" sound of the door opening, the last figure that Song Guicheng saw disappeared.

The corridor is small and claustrophobic, and the darkness swallows up every corner without hesitation. Only the wall lamps can illuminate the space under your feet.

The air was filled with a damp and rotten smell, mixed with the sweet and sour taste of cider, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

Song Guicheng glanced downstairs. The lights downstairs were off. The bleak moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating a small area sparsely, making it look pale.

He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but it seemed like someone downstairs was looking up, his eyes were facing him.

His fingers trembled, and he calmly opened the door and entered the room.

The room was as small and shabby as he had imagined, but cleaner than he had expected. There was a small window on the wall, and hung askew on it were ugly steel sculptures and one or two faded paintings.

Song Guicheng turned on the flashlight and shone it on the decorations on the wall. The oil painting had faded so badly that it was almost impossible to tell what was painted on it.

The steel sculpture was a cut apple, hanging askew on a nail. He looked closer and found a small hole in the wall made of logs, which should be used to drive another nail.

But the nail disappeared.

He squatted on the ground and felt around for a few minutes, but found nothing except dust and stray hairs that came from nowhere.

Song Guicheng sighed, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and decided to give Xiaohua her dinner first.

There was a table and chair in the room, but the corners of the table were uneven, so when you put something on it, it shook from side to side. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the chair. After he sat down, he took the flower out of his pocket.

Feeling it carefully, the little flower seemed to have body temperature and was softer to the touch. It was gradually moving closer to humans. Song Guicheng's eyes changed.

If a paper man can turn into a human, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

"Mom!" Xiaohua's excited voice brought Song Guicheng back to his senses. She kept rubbing her face against her mother's wrist, "You smell so good."

"Fragrance?" Song Guicheng frowned slightly, raised his wrist and smelled his own scent, then stood up and walked around the room, but didn't smell any fragrance.

He had developed a habit of investigating everything unusual in the copy world, and when he heard Xiaohua's abnormal words, the strings in his mind immediately tightened.

"Yes," Xiaohua sat on his hand and swung her legs, "Mom, you smell very nice." She pointed at the jade beads on Song Guicheng's wrist and said it seriously.

So this is it... Song Guicheng stopped and sat back down: "Xiaohua, can you tell mom what it smells like?"

He had worn it for days but never noticed any scent.

Xiaohua tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Exactly, it makes people feel very powerful when they smell it."

She gestured with her hand:

"No bad intentions towards my mother."

"It can protect the smell of my mother."

……

Xiaohua gestured for a long time but still couldn't explain it clearly.

Her description was strange, but Song Guicheng understood it. Powerful, harmless, and protective are the ultimate attributes of this taste.

Song Guicheng's eyes suddenly felt sore. He lowered his head and touched Xiaohua's head. Within a few breaths, the tears in his eyes had faded away.

"Mom?" Xiaohua tugged at Song Guicheng's sleeve in confusion.

Song Guicheng smiled at her and pushed the bread slices and bacon wrapped in oil paper in front of Xiaohua. Xiaohua had never seen these before, so she excitedly pounced on the bread, buried her head in it, and took a big bite.

"Eh?" Xiaohua looked up in confusion, "I can't bite it."

How can it be!

Xiaohua gritted her teeth and tried hard, but the bread was as hard as a rock.

"Mom," Xiaohua said with tears in her eyes, "this thing bullied me."

Song Guicheng couldn't help laughing, and tried his best to hold back his smile. He crushed the bread and piled it in front of Xiaohua.

Xiaohua licked it, chewed it twice, paused, chewed it twice more, and swallowed it with difficulty.

She looked at the small pile in front of her and the large piece in her mother's hand, sat down on Song Guicheng's knees obediently, and asked seriously: "Mom, did I make a mistake?"

Song Guicheng:?

Xiaohua: "Isn't it a punishment for me to eat this?"

Song Guicheng gave her a thumbs up and said, "Hua'er, if you can talk, please talk more."

I don’t know who this child inherited the humorous gene from.

Xiaohua smelled the bacon and was unwilling to try it again. She crawled back into Song Guicheng's pocket with a few "gurgles" and refused to come out.

Song Guicheng pinched her face gently, but did not force Xiaohua and still wrapped her in oil paper.

The soundproofing of the house was very poor. While he was sitting here wrapping oil paper, he could hear the conversations of the players in the next few rooms, including Xie Siyou, Chen Xinke, Zhao Siming, Zhao Siyu, Zheng Jiyan, Wu Haochen, and several unfamiliar voices. In addition to the conversations, there were also sounds of footsteps, the moving of tables and chairs, and the dismantling of steel sculptures. It was almost clear.

This is a torture for people with keen hearing.

The dull smell, rustling sounds, and the small house are concentrated in the night, creating an indescribable feeling of depression.

Song Guicheng was not afraid. He packed up his things patiently and put them on the table. He even had time to think about whether there were any rats here.

"Mom," Xiaohua poked her head out, "Go to sleep. I'll keep watch for you."

Song Guicheng was surprised: "You still know how to keep watch?"

Xiaohua was very proud: "Of course!"

Her little face was raised high. If it weren't for the space restrictions, she would probably have stood up and put her hands on her hips.

Song Guicheng listened to Xiaohua and lay down on the bed. As soon as he sat on it, the broken spring at the end of the bed sank down, making a hoarse sound in the quiet room.

He hesitated for only a second before he went around to the other side and climbed onto the bed.

Fortunately, only one end of the bed collapsed, otherwise he would have to sleep sideways. Given the width of the bed, a small half of his body would be exposed outside the bed.

If that happens, hush... I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it.

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Song Guicheng lay on the bed with his eyes closed, but he was not sleepy at all. The gaze from downstairs just now was so empty but so real that he had to think more.

In the copy world, one wrong step would lead to death. He dared not regard any feeling as an illusion and did not dare to ignore any details.

Whose gaze did that belong to? The hostess? Or someone else?

He thought of the male host who had not appeared yet.

"How long have you known Mr. Song?" Song Guicheng heard Chen Xinke asking Xie Siyou next door.

"About a month." This was Xie Siyou's answer.

Chen Xinke must have been very surprised. Something in her hand dropped. "Why does he take care of you so much? Are you his employer?"

"Me? Employer?" Xie Siyou was speechless, and even had the urge to wipe her eyes. "Then I am really good."

Chen Xinke was amused by his exaggerated expression. After a moment of silence, she lowered her voice and asked, "Then maybe he has other intentions towards you..."

She didn't know that Song Guicheng had sharp hearing and could vaguely hear what she was saying even though the voice was so low.

"Do you have any other intentions?" Xie Siyou wrapped his clothes tightly around him, feeling a little shy and blushing. "But I'm a straight man..."

After saying that, he thought about it seriously: "But if it's Brother Cheng...it won't work either..."

Song Guicheng was not moved at all by Chen Xinke's words that could be regarded as divisive, but when he heard Xie Siyou's shy voice, he clenched his fists.

Please wake up!

Chen Xinke also had her fists hardened. She took a few deep breaths, moved closer to Xie Siyou, and said sincerely, "I don't mean to provoke you, but I once met a big boss who brought a few low-level players with him. He wanted to use them to test the rules and push them out when they were in danger..."

She didn't finish her words, but the worry in them was obvious, and her watery eyes were full of tension.

After listening to this, Song Guicheng nodded approvingly. Chen Xinke was very vigilant, which was necessary in the dungeon world.

After Chen Xinke finished speaking, Song Guicheng did not hear Xie Siyou's reply immediately. He was probably seriously thinking about the possibilities in Chen Xinke's words.

Then he answered firmly: "No, no one can use me because I am useless."

Song Guicheng and the two people who were talking were laughing like crazy at the comments.

He changed his posture from lying flat to lying on his side, and he had no psychological burden about eavesdropping.

"You don't even know who Brother Cheng is. Let me tell you..." Hearing Xie Siyou promoting his deeds again, Song Guicheng felt embarrassed about boasting in public. He changed direction and lay down, as if he could not hear it this way.

The conversation was very quiet, but Song Guicheng could still hear it clearly, mixed with Xie Siyou's exaggerated interjections and Chen Xinke's exclamations, which made Song Guicheng clench his toes.

"crash"

Suddenly, there was another sound mixed in with the conversation, like the sound of something passing through the air, very light, but very abrupt.

Song Guicheng immediately turned over and knocked on the wall. The signal was received by the people next door and they instantly became quiet.

Song Guicheng held his breath and carefully distinguished the sound just now from the noise, and his brain quickly compared it with the sounds he had heard before.

The sound of falling paper? The sound of fluttering sheets? The sound of falling leaves?

The sound just now disappeared after just one sound. It was difficult to determine what made it for a moment, but what was certain was that outside, in the yard, something was passing through the air and causing a flow of air.

Song Guicheng sat up from the bed, the dagger in his hand ready to go, his back slightly tense, ready to pounce on the invader at any time, like some dangerous and vigilant feline in the dark night.

The curtains had a poor light-blocking effect, and the overly bright moon outside the window was able to project some light in. Most of Song Guicheng's face was hidden in the shadows, cut into two uneven halves by the light. His smile disappeared, leaving only an expressionless coldness underneath.

He is waiting.

Time pushes the hands on the watch to pass silently, again and again, causing unspeakable twists and turns in people's hearts and spreading a panic-inducing silence.

Song Guicheng silently felt the coolness emanating from the jade beads on his wrist. This coolness spread from his fingertips to his entire body, chilling his blood, which was boiling due to tension.

"Gurgle, gurgle", something was rolling in the corridor, it was not very round, and it made a loud noise when it collided with the floor.

Song Guicheng suddenly thought of Apple.

The upstairs was divided into two halves by a lobby, with rooms distributed in half. He could clearly hear apples rolling from the other side to the side where they lived.

It rolled all the way inside from the stairs, across the floor, the depressions, the cracks, getting closer and closer.

All the sounds stopped, leaving only the rolling sound, moving forward at a constant speed, as if the Grim Reaper was carrying a scythe and carefully selecting the next person to be harvested.

Song Guicheng clenched the dagger in his hand.

His keen hearing could tell where the apple-like object rolled to, number five, number six, number seven...

Then the sound disappeared.

Stop at his door.

Song Guicheng laughed at himself. Just as he expected, this bad luck had lasted for more than a day or two.

He tiptoed towards the door, and with every step he took, the darkness was stepped on, paving a road. No one knew what was at the end of the road.

The moonlight could not reach the area near the door, and there was only dead silence.

When his hand placed on the metal lock, Song Guicheng was in a trance for a moment.

The door in the darkness is like Pandora's box, which may bring traps, loss, and death.

He slowly pulled the latch...

A secret expectation arises in my heart: moonlight, breeze and cold air.

All of Song Guicheng's thoughts were occupied, and it seemed as if his body and soul no longer belonged to him. He had only one thought in his mind: he wanted to open this door and see what was behind it.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground at some point, and he stood in thick darkness, almost being swallowed up.

A slender pale hand suddenly grasped Song Guicheng's arm wearing the jade beads, and the smell of cold night dew and ice and snow enveloped his head. Darkness and shadows overlapped in an instant, imprisoning Song Guicheng in place, unable to move.

A cold voice sounded: "Are you looking for death?"