I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

After they calmed down, they prepared to set off for the church.

The location of the church is very eye-catching. It is on the hillside in the southwest corner of the farm. It has a red triangular roof with a huge cross on it.

Timo Farm is located between a series of rolling hills with groves of oak and pine trees extending all the way down the hill.

Most of the villagers' houses are also built of wood, but after being eroded by wind and rain, the walls are mottled and covered with moss, revealing a sense of decadence and desolation.

Four people were walking on the village road. The gravel road was narrow, winding, and full of potholes. If you were not careful, you would sprain your ankle.

There are a few simple shops and workshops scattered on both sides of the road, many of which are related to apples, selling apples, making cider, dried apples, and canned apples, almost covering all apple products, but now it is deserted.

Song Guicheng walked and looked carefully. Occasionally, a few villagers passed by them, most of them were discussing planting wheat and picking apples.

Chen Xinke originally wanted to ask them, but unfortunately the villagers disappeared in a few steps and she didn't get the chance to ask them.

Song Guicheng looked around, pointed to a grocery store in front, and suggested, "Let's go there and ask."

Sitting behind the counter of the grocery store was an old lady in her fifties with silver hair, wrapped in a large gray towel, knitting a sweater.

"Hello, grandma," Chen Xin asked politely, waving her hand, "Can you give us two bags of candy?"

Grandma saw Chen Xinke's bright and round eyes and smiled kindly: "Of course, honey, what kind of candy do you want?"

Song Guicheng, Xie Siyou and Chu Wei were standing outside the door waiting for her.

Inside was an old lady who was so weak that she couldn't even lift a finger. If three men went in, the old lady might become defensive and she probably wouldn't be able to ask a single question.

But Chen Xin has a very well-behaved appearance. She is small in stature, has big eyes, long hair, and an apple face. She looks very friendly and can easily make people let down their guard.

A few minutes later, Chen Xinke walked out of the grocery store with two small bags of fruit candies.

Song Guicheng asked Chen Xinke to buy it for him after he exchanged his points for currency.

"How is it, did you find out the answer?" Song Guicheng took the candy handed over by Chen Xinke.

Chen Xinke nodded: "Yes."

From the conversation just now, she learned that the apple orchard was run by the hotel couple, and that there was a fixed time for apple picking every year, starting today and ending in about five or six days.

Song Guicheng was stunned for a moment, and his handsome eyebrows wrinkled. The owner of the hotel did not reveal this information to them, and it was hard to say that it was not intentional.

He touched the jade bead on his wrist, half-closed his eyes to hide the coldness in his eyes, and then raised his head with a distressed expression on his face: "It seems that we have to find apples before the apple picking is over."

Five or six days is the time limit for the task.

Xie Siyou was a little angry, and gritted his teeth and said, "That woman did it on purpose. As an important NPC, she didn't reveal this information to us. Is she from the boss's side?"

Chen Xinke shrugged nonchalantly: "Most of the important NPCs in the dungeon are on the boss' side, and very few are neutral."

Chu Wei's eyes had been on the candy in Chen Xinke's hand since she came out. After the candy was given to Song Guicheng, his eyes shifted from the candy to Song Guicheng.

Without a single word, one can feel his desire just by looking at him.

With his curly hair, height, well-defined muscles and eyes, he really looks like a large dog.

Song Guicheng suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart, stuffed one of the bags of candy into Chu Wei's hand, looked at him with a smile on his face, and said leisurely: "Let's go."

The few of them continued walking along the path toward the church.

Chu Wei lagged behind them by two steps, staring at Song Guicheng's tall and slender back, slowly clenching the candy in his hand, making a "crackling" sound.

*

About fifteen minutes later, they reached the foot of the hill where the church stood.

This should be the best house in the village. It is built with gray bricks and the roof is made of red tiles. There are three windows on the right side of the house.

Under the pressure of the huge cross, the people who came seemed to be inspired and bowed their heads in worship involuntarily.

There is empty space all around the church, with neither fields nor residents. The path in front of the door is lined with plantain and yellow daisies, and covered with fallen leaves. The scene, which should have been full of vitality, appears a bit desolate.

Song Guicheng glanced at his watch before pushing the door open and going in. It was almost 9 o'clock. The mass in the church had ended, but some people still stayed in their seats to pray.

The few of them moved very gently so as not to disturb the quiet atmosphere of the church.

Compared with the churches Song Guicheng had visited, the interior furnishings of this church could only be described as simple, with no colorful panels, nor exquisite carvings, mosaics, or stone stained glass windows.

The other end of the church is inlaid with stained glass windows. Under the colorful and intricate patterns is the priest's podium. In addition to the pulpit, there are several pots of flowers for decoration. A huge cross hangs on the wall to the right of the podium.

There are oil paintings and gouache paintings hanging on both sides of the walls of the church. Song Guicheng has excellent eyesight and can see clearly what is painted on each painting without going to the front.

He looked at the pictures one by one, including the story of the Passion of Jesus, the Virgin Mary, stories from the Bible, and...

Song Guicheng's eyes flashed, and he narrowed his eyes. He slowly turned the cold jade bead on his wrist.

In the church, closest to the pulpit, hangs an oil painting of an apple orchard. It depicts a scene of a bumper harvest, with each tree branch heavily hung with apples, bending the branches.

Logically speaking, it is not surprising to hang a landscape painting in a church.

But ever since I learned that the apple orchard was also run by the hotel couple, an invisible thread connected the words "hotel couple", "apple orchard", "miracle coming", and "devil" together, forming a strange closed-circuit reaction in my mind.

Now looking at the picture of the apple orchard hanging in the church, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

"Brother, look!" Xie Siyou suddenly grabbed Song Guicheng's coat, his voice very urgent, pointing in a direction, his fingers trembling slightly.

Song Guicheng looked in the direction Xie Siyou pointed and saw the hotel hostess walking out of a small room next to the church.

"Confessional?" He thought of it immediately.

That location is usually the confessional in the church, where believers can confess their sins to the priest and repent of their sins, so as to be baptized by God and obtain forgiveness, and seek spiritual purification and spiritual comfort.

The hostess was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and her facial expression was the same as yesterday, tired and numb, but one could still tell from her relaxed lips and eyebrows that she felt somewhat relieved and... at ease?

Song Guicheng was 80% sure that the room was the confession room.

But what is the mistress confessing? What sin has she committed?

Song Guicheng subconsciously associated the child who had never appeared in the hotel with the hostess, and thought that the hostess might have done something to hurt the child.

But there was no direct evidence to prove it, so Song Guicheng didn't dare to jump to conclusions. He just circled these two points and put a question mark in his mind.

"Brother, your decision to come to the church first is really wise." Xie Siyou's tone was a little excited. They had found an important clue.

The hostess at the other end of the church took two steps out, then suddenly turned around, spoke a few words to the people behind her, then crossed her hands and bowed devoutly.

Song Guicheng guessed that the man should be a priest.

His eyes still did not move away. The priest was God's favorite. In this world where demons were born, the title of priest destined that person to be an important NPC in this copy.

As he was thinking this, a tall figure gradually appeared in front of him.

Song Guicheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and even his breathing stopped.

It was an extremely handsome face, with three-dimensional and deep features, a high nose bridge, and a cold jawline, but his expression was very gentle, with a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

As if he noticed someone was looking at him, the priest turned his head, revealing a pair of sapphire green eyes. Those eyes reflected fragmented light under the refraction of the stained glass window, and looked mysterious, deep and charming.

The moment he saw those eyes, the strings buried deep in Song Guicheng's heart were suddenly plucked, making a harsh sound that clanged in his head. He wanted to turn his head away, but found that he had forgotten how to control his body.

The wheel of time began to spin rapidly again, the album of memories was torn into pieces, and the fragments buried him from head to toe like an avalanche.

"Xiao Cheng, this is your brother."

"My brother is not in good health, you have to let him be."

"How could my brother bully you? I love you."

"Xiao Cheng, you are willing to save your brother, right? You are a good child."

……

The past carried by time transformed the pain into a clear depth, lying across his life and tearing it into a huge scar.

Song Guicheng looked at his wrist a little dazedly. The inky jade beads lay quietly, just like the pair of eyes he liked.

The blood seemed to be boiling and burning, and the pain stretched out a knife from his memory to dig at his bones, as if reminding Song Guicheng that the same half of blood was still flowing in your bodies.

The nightmare of his first half of life, the warmth of his first half of life, the pain of his first half of life, the inability to escape and struggle in his first half of life.

His brother.