I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Breakfast consisted of dry, hard long loaves of bread and boiled beans, no milk, and a glass of water for each person. After last night's ordeal, Song Guicheng thought the food this morning tasted pretty good.

The hostess did not show up. Song Guicheng looked at the locked door of the inner room. There was no movement inside, so the hostess should not be in the hotel.

Xiaohua nestled obediently in Song Guicheng's pocket and played with the thread without making any sound.

Everyone was still sitting in the same seats as yesterday, some picking up breakfast, some chatting in low voices.

Sitting opposite Song Guicheng were the brother and sister Zhao Siyu and Zhao Siming. In the morning in Room 4, they stood at the door and looked in, neither interrupting nor moving.

Regarding the incident in the morning, most of the players chose to protect themselves. After all, there was no need to offend one player for the sake of another player, since the two were not familiar with each other anyway.

Song Guicheng scooped up two beans with a fork and put them into his mouth, ignoring Zhao Siming's occasional glances at him through his thick bangs. Zhao Siming concealed it well, but Song Guicheng's facial features were too sharp when he was peeping at them.

Zhang Yuncheng, whose secret was exposed, seemed to have regained his composure at this time. He swallowed the bread in big mouthfuls, and only his hand tightly holding the cup revealed a trace of resentment.

"By the way," Zheng Jiyan suddenly said, putting down the fork in his hand, his expression a little serious, "Did you hear any noise last night?"

Hearing this, Song Guicheng and Xie Siyou beside him looked at each other.

Song Guicheng replied: "I heard it."

Xie Siyou also raised his hand: "I heard it too."

Several players gradually said that they heard it, while some players said they did not hear it.

A female player asked: "What kind of sound do you hear?"

The person asking the question was the girl whom Song Guicheng looked at after he said "Slim and graceful Gao Mingyu" yesterday. She had a low ponytail, a thin figure, and wasn't particularly good-looking, but she was very pleasant to look at and spoke in a soft voice.

Zheng Jiyan looked around at the players who had just said they heard the sound, and his gaze stayed on Song Guicheng for two more seconds before he finally replied, "It sounds like something is rolling on the floor."

Li Ranli nodded: "I felt the same way. It rolled around with a small sound and passed by my door."

The sound is very soft?

Song Guicheng paused while biting the bread.

The voice he heard was very clear, almost right next to his ear.

Is it because of my keen hearing?

He slowly gnawed the dry, almost unbearable bread with his teeth.

"What's rolling?" Zhao Siyu suddenly asked, "A ball? A marble? A cork?"

Zhao Siyu didn't hear any sound last night.

Song Guicheng looked at her in surprise, and met Zhao Siyu's gaze. She frowned slightly, and did not eat the remaining half piece of bread on the plate, revealing a little anxiety.

Song Guicheng noticed the two bowls of boiled beans in front of Zhao Siming and immediately understood. Zhao Siming said that he heard it, but she didn't. Because of the information asymmetry between the two, she couldn't completely protect Zhao Siming.

The players were whispering to each other, discussing quietly what the noise last night was.

"I think..." Song Guicheng spoke, and the players who were whispering just now suddenly quieted down and looked at him.

Facing everyone's gaze, Song Guicheng touched the jade bead on his wrist and said softly, "It's an apple."

The three light words were like thunder out of the blue, and the restaurant suddenly became quiet.

The sky outside the window was dim, and the sounds in the house seemed to be sucked away by the sea, leaving only the panicked and rapid breathing of everyone.

The fork in Zhao Siming's hand fell into the plate. The collision of metal and metal made a harsh "swish" sound, breaking the almost frozen atmosphere in the room.

"Don't panic," Zhao Siyu patted his back and whispered, "Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

Zhao Siming took a deep breath, straightened his fork, and said the first sentence to Song Guicheng: "What time is it?"

Song Guicheng glanced at the watch on his hand. It was 6:49 in the morning. He recalled the time last night and answered, "11:11 at night."

"The number 11 has two different interpretations in the West," Song Guicheng said before anyone else asked, "One is that it symbolizes abundance and fertility."

"There is another explanation. 11 is the devil's number." He lowered his eyes slightly and twirled his fingers. His movements were extremely elegant, but his tone did not change. "It represents danger, conflict and rebellion."

Peace and danger, abundance and poverty, two symbols, two extremes.

*

The wind seemed to be surprised by this sentence and stopped flowing. The player subconsciously held his breath, afraid of even mentioning that word.

"Some people heard it, some didn't." Song Guicheng knocked on the table and looked at the other players. "What is the basis for the classification?"

Where there are differences, there are rules, and it is the rules that separate them.

Not based on gender, not based on how you got here, not based on the time you got here.

It wasn't based on the room number either, because one of the two siblings living in the same room heard it and the other didn't.

What else is different besides these.

"Steel sculpture?" Song Guicheng muttered to himself.

He frowned slightly and asked Zhao Siyu: "Do you have a steel sculpture hanging in your room?"

"Hanging."

“Have you taken it apart and looked at it?”

“It has been demolished.”

The two asked and answered each other, and the atmosphere was no longer as tense as last night. Xie Siyou puffed his lips, but still listened to them carefully.

He understood one thing: there are no eternal enemies or eternal friends in this world, only eternal common interests.

In order to collect clues, personal grudges can be put aside.

Therefore, no matter how unhappy they were, the two of them did not express their opinions.

But he was still unhappy.

So, he poked Song Guicheng in the waist.

Song Guicheng looked back at him, took Xiaohua out of his pocket and put it on Xie Siyou's lap: "Let's play."

There is a feeling of adults taking children out, chatting with each other, and giving children a toy because they are afraid that the children will be bored.

Xie Siyou and Xiaohua, who had just been hiding in Song Guicheng's pocket and trying to braid the thread into a pigtail, looked at each other: ...

Barrage:

[Mom, Watasi, I sell my body but not my skills. ]

[I exited and took a look. This isn't the comedy section.]

[I'm on it again, what should I do...]

【Please do not knock on the ground. 】

[I will smack whoever Xiaochengzi completes the mission with~]

[I really hope that the few people I have defeated can enter a dungeon and then Shura Field!!]

[Two men above and below, and two men on the left and right belong to yes. 】

……

Song Guicheng, who accidentally glanced at the barrage, said: Good, good, you still know how to have fun.

After a dozen players had a serious discussion, they found that this incident had nothing to do with the players' sleeping time. Some heard it while awake, while others were woken up from their sleep by the sound.

Apart from this, what else is different... Song Guicheng lowered his head and saw the bread on the plate. Yes, there was food.

last night……

"Sister, I've got it," Zhao Siming put down his fork and looked at Zhao Siyu, his eyes seemed to be shining, "You gave me all the meat last night, you didn't eat the meat."

Zhao Siyu also suddenly realized.

Different places, found.

*

Breakfast ended with the players feeling worried. Although the only effect of eating the meat was hearing strange noises at night, no one could predict what the noises meant.

Just because you escaped a disaster last night doesn't mean you can escape it tonight.

Death follows like a shadow, looming over every player, and no one knows who will be dragged down next.

Until all players leave the table, Chu Wei's position remains vacant.

Most of the players went out to look for clues, while some stayed in the hotel to try to dig out some useful information.

Xie Siyou and Chen Xinke stood beside Song Guicheng. The three of them formed a team.

Xie Siyou looked at the gloomy weather outside and asked: "Shall we go to the church now?"

"Wait a minute," Song Guicheng walked towards the second floor, "I want to find out what the noise was last night."

Chen Xinke and Xie Siyou had no objection, so they followed.

The stairs lead directly to the corridor on the second floor. The corridor is dark and narrow. The smell of rotten wood emitted by fungi and mold decomposing wood lingers in the nose, mixed with the smell of cider, making people dizzy.

Song Guicheng stood at the door of Room 7, next to which was the empty Room 8. The door of Room 4 across the street was closed, so he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

He stood in the same position as last night, looked downstairs, and found that his angle was just facing a door downstairs, a door with scratches on the bottom.

If last night's sight was not an illusion, it meant that the person living in that room last night was secretly spying on him.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Xie Siyou noticed Song Guicheng's gaze and looked over there as well, "That door?"

Song Guicheng nodded.

"Then I'll go and take a look too." Xie Si looked like a good student, looking down curiously.

"Go ahead," Song Guicheng gently pushed him towards the stairs, "Take care of Xiaohua."

Xie Siyou saluted: "Yes, I promise to complete the task!"

"Mr. Song, I'll follow you." Chen Xinke came close to Song Guicheng and touched her hair a little embarrassedly.

Song Guicheng raised the corner of his mouth and narrowed his light brown eyes: "Okay."

*

The corridor is not long and you can see the end at a glance. It was too late yesterday, so I checked it again today and found some graffiti carved on the wooden frame of the wall.

Song Guicheng bent down and looked carefully, only to find that they were apples of various shapes, big and small, beautiful and ugly, whole and cut, in all kinds of patterns that circled the corridor.

He felt his way from the entrance to the end of the corridor, and the pattern disappeared at the door of Room 8, but he had not finished carving the last apple.

He just chiseled out a circle and didn't go any further.

The apple patterns on the wall were arranged diagonally in a not-so-conspicuous way, each one higher than the other. The one that was not finished was the tallest, at the height of Song Guicheng's waist, but it was abruptly interrupted.

Song Guicheng bent down and carefully touched the uncarved apple. He frowned and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

The carved apples, the apples arranged diagonally, the unfinished apples...what do they mean?

He unconsciously turned the jade bead on his wrist.

After a moment, his eyes turned to the locked room No. 8 next to him.

I have to find a way to get in and take a look...

As Song Guicheng was thinking this, he was suddenly poked in the waist. He thought it was Xie Siyou who came back, so he asked, "What did you find out?"

But there was no response for a long time.

He turned around in confusion and met Chu Wei's eyes. Those eyes were staring at him straight, as if they had been waiting for him for a long time.

Song Guicheng found that Chu Wei's eyes were typical fox eyes, with narrow and long eyes that were slightly upturned at the end, deep and narrow inner corners, and distinct eyelashes. He could even imagine how beautiful Chu Wei's eyes would be when they were curved.

It was just that Chu Wei had a cold face, so his eyes also revealed a bit of coldness, almost cruelty, and looked unapproachable.

He extended his hand to Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng hesitated and opened his hand.

Chu Wei let go, and the apple necklace fell from Chu Wei's hand into Song Guicheng's palm with a "click".

He said, “For you.”

Song Guicheng:? ?

He looked up at Chu Wei in surprise and suspicion. Chu Wei was half a head taller than him and just looked down at him. A silent air flowed between the two of them.

Chu Wei repeated: "For you."

Then he turned around and left without looking back.

"Wait a moment," Song Guicheng grabbed his hand, which was warm. Facing Chu Wei's puzzled gaze, Song Guicheng suppressed the unclear thoughts in his heart and said, "Come with me."

Chu Wei tilted his head to look at him, his wispy bangs covering his eyebrows. There was clear confusion in his eyes. After a moment, he nodded: "Okay."