I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

After a period of chaos, the players confirmed that the man they tied up was the owner of the inn and the hostess's husband.

Xie Siyou felt desperate. No one told him that the NPC in this instance was a violent person! The kind who would rush up and beat people up if they disagreed with him! !

He watched Song Guicheng untie the clothes that bound the male host, and swallowed a bellyful of dirty words.

Song Guicheng remembered that the hostess said that her husband was hunting in the mountains. Grayson was wearing an earth-colored hunting suit and a pair of high-top leather boots, which was indeed hunting attire.

But now it is raining outside, and it is very dangerous to move around in the mountains, let alone hunting. It is probably because of this that the male protagonist came back from outside.

Song Guicheng's eyes swept across the rain-stained window and saw the door blown open by the wind. He imagined the scene of the male owner coming in his mind. He lowered his eyes and looked at the dry ground, and paused imperceptibly.

Then he looked along the messy tables and chairs lying on the ground, at the high boots on Grayson's feet. His eyes moved for a second, then he looked away.

The man was cursing something in a low voice, but it was just some meaningless words and Song Guicheng couldn't hear the specific meaning.

The restraints on his hands were loosened, and Grayson wiped his face casually and sat astride the chair. He did not talk to the players, nor did he intend to explain the beating of Zhang Yuncheng just now.

Players can guess with a little thought that the reasons why NPCs take action are either because the player has touched the core of the dungeon or because the player has violated the rules. The reason why Zhang Yuncheng was beaten was probably the latter.

However, there are very few NPCs who would beat someone up in broad daylight, at least Song Guicheng has never seen it.

The hostess brought out a bottle of wine and a glass for Grayson.

The brown Rhine bottle is filled with a dark liquid. When viewed through the bottle, the liquid appears black, as if the shadow has become real.

With a "pop" sound, the cork was pulled out, and a strong smell of cider rushed into the players' sense of smell like a torrent.

Song Guicheng felt it particularly strongly, so strong that it lost its true smell, making him unable to tell whether it was sour or sweet. It swept away all other smells and stripped away his sense of smell. For a moment, he felt dizzy and took two steps back.

Xie Siyou also smelled it, but his feeling was obviously not as strong as Song Guicheng's. He sniffed twice, turned around and said to Chen Xinke: "This smell is much better than the original smell in the hotel."

Chen Xinke also nodded, but her expression was not so relaxed. She whispered, "Be careful with things that make people feel good."

It is normal to feel uncomfortable in the dungeon. If you feel comfortable, it means you are either extremely powerful or mentally ill, or more likely, your death is approaching.

Xie Siyou agreed with this and took two steps back to distance himself from the male host.

The other players had different reactions. Some came closer to find out what was going on, some stayed away from him cautiously, some didn't care, and some were immersed in it...

When Song Guicheng turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Chu Wei beside him. His narrow fox eyes narrowed slightly, his right hand grasped his left wrist, and he took a long, lasting breath, as if he was slowly savoring the smell of the air.

The liquid poured into the cup is brown-red and crystal clear. You can tell by looking at it that it is of good quality and tastes excellent.

Song Guicheng's eyesight allowed him to see through the brown-red wine to the bottom of the cup, which was reflected in the wood texture of the dining table. The combination of brown-red and gray-yellow gave off a creepy heaviness.

He frowned slightly, looked at the wooden door behind the hostess and the room covered by the wooden door, and hesitated whether to use some props to go in and take a look.

Suddenly, a very slight sound of hinge sliding was heard abruptly. The sound was so small that it was almost inaudible amid the sound of rain, the sound of drinking, and the conversations of the players.

Song Guicheng subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from and found that one of the doors that had been tightly closed and had scratches on it had opened a very thin crack.

Almost as soon as he looked over, the seam closed, so quickly that it made people think it was an illusion, but Song Guicheng knew it was not.

There was deep darkness in the crack, as if it had not been illuminated by light for a long time. It exuded silence and thickness, and he could not see anything.

But he intuitively felt that he was meeting a pair of eyes, secretly peeking at them through the crack in the door.

"Brother," Xie Siyou whispered in his ear, "what are you looking at?" He followed Song Guicheng's gaze and found that Song Guicheng was staring at the closed door.

"It's okay." After thinking for a few moments, Song Guicheng did not choose to tell this in front of other players. Instead, he picked up the fallen chair at his feet and put it in order.

Grayson sat at the dining table, drinking in silence. Soon the bottle of wine was empty. The woman sat obediently beside him, not daring to speak.

The rain outside still showed no sign of stopping. There was no hope of going out. With the two evil gods sitting downstairs, the players dispersed and returned to their rooms.

The only sound downstairs was the clinking of bottles and glasses.

*

Song Guicheng and three other people were gathered in Room No. 6. It was difficult for two people to live in the small room, and four people could barely fit in.

Chu Wei stood aside with no intention of sitting down, while Song Guicheng looked at the decorations on their wall with interest, which were also steel sculptures and oil paintings.

The oil painting hanging in Room 6 was not faded as badly as the one in the room he lived in. One could just barely make out that there was an apple tree in the painting and there was a house next to the apple tree. That house was the hotel where they were staying now.

The apple tree where the miracle happened… They had not seen that apple tree yet. There were many trees in the hotel yard, chestnut trees, oak trees, and pine trees, but no apple tree.

Was Alan lying to him? Or was Alan giving him a hint?

Song Guicheng put this question aside for the time being and turned to look at the steel sculpture of the apple.

Apples, apples, apples. Everything in this hotel seems to be related to apples, but their diet seems to have nothing to do with apples.

"Are the apples here inedible?" Xie Siyou pondered, "Or are it just the players who can't eat them? I don't think they even brought out the cider for us to have a sip of."

Chen Xinke sat on the bed and swung her legs. "It doesn't look like a good thing. If the guesses of the two players this morning are correct, then there is a high probability that there are demons in this instance. In ancient Western legends, the word apple refers to the fruit of the devil. It's best not to eat it."

Xie Siyou waved his hand to reassure her: "I don't like apples, and I couldn't explain why, until I saw on the Internet that apples are the fruit with the least fruitiness. Then I realized that apples don't have such a strong fruity flavor."

The comments in Xie Siyou's live broadcast room suddenly became active:

[Who said Apple doesn’t have fruit tension? Come out and die! ]

[Brother, apples don’t even have fruit tension, what other fruit do you want to eat? ]

[Does apple have fruit tension? ]

[It is included. ]

……

Song Guicheng finally finished looking at the decorations on the wall and said, "The apples in this copy may not be the apples we see. They should have other meanings. The main quest to find the apples may not be to find the real apples."

Most players can think of this level, apple is not apple, finding apple is not finding apple, but they have no idea what apple refers to here.

"Xie Siyou," Song Guicheng looked at Xie Siyou who was sitting on the chair, "Did he say anything before Grayson beat Zhang Yuncheng in the afternoon?"

He did not believe what Zhao Siming said in the afternoon, but he knew that the other party would not tell the truth, so there was no point in asking further.

Xie Siyou recalled carefully: "I didn't hear it. After he came in, Chen Xinke and I immediately became alert and checked our props. We didn't pay attention to his condition at the first time."

Song Guicheng nodded and asked another irrelevant question: "Why did Zhao Siming and Zhao Siyu switch positions?"

Xie Siyou remembered this, after all, he was still concerned about those two people: "Zhao Siming was worried that his sister would catch a cold, and Zhao Siyu should have a physique that is very easy to get a fever. He was afraid that his sister would be blown by the wind, so he changed his position."

Xie Siyou said with a "tsk". "After all, they are siblings. They have a good relationship, but they are mentally ill. Brother, you helped them so much in the last instance. Without you, they don't know if they can survive. They actually cheated you!"

Chen Xinke heard what Xie Siyou said about this matter last night and felt a little indignant at the moment.

After all, they are siblings. Song Guicheng lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled twice, instantly hiding the flash of expression in his eyes.

He didn't dwell on this issue for too long, but changed the subject: "I know why Zhang Yuncheng was beaten." His tone was so calm, as if he was saying, "I know what my name is."

Xie Siyou was still mumbling, his mouth not closing for a moment: "Why, why?"

Song Guicheng looked down at his clean shoes and said, "He made the hotel dirty."