I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng heard a noise in his sleep, a "bang" and even his door shook.

He tried his best to open his eyes and wanted to go out to see what was going on, but the sound of rain outside the window was like a lullaby, which gradually soothed the fear and uneasiness brought by the noise and allowed him to fall asleep peacefully.

Song Guicheng woke up at dawn. The rain outside the window had stopped, but the weather was still gloomy and depressing.

The hotel was silent. He recalled the noise last night and rolled out of bed.

Xiaohua slowly opened her eyes under his action. She yawned and said good morning to Song Guicheng. Her little nose twitched and she immediately covered her nose with her little hand and said in a muffled voice, "Mom, I smell a strong smell of blood. It's so bad."

Song Guicheng also smelled it, a strong and pungent fishy smell mixed with the smell of cider, which made him almost vomit.

I pushed the door open and found the corridor was empty.

Opposite him, a large pool of reddish-brown liquid solidified at the door of Room 8, and blood dripped down the gaps between the wooden boards. There were bloodstains splattered everywhere on the walls, ceiling, door, and stair railings, in a very tragic shape.

Someone died.

Song Guicheng stared, doubts arising in his mind.

But the man died in room 8.

He was just about to go over to take a look when the door of Room 3 next door opened and Wang Huixiao and Li Ranli walked out. They took in the tragic scene opposite and froze in place.

Li Ranli: "Someone is dead."

Wang Huixiao: “Yeah.”

"How could he die there..." Li Ranli looked at the bloodstains, feeling a little confused and a little panicked.

She frowned, her expression somewhat solemn. Her tone of voice was not relaxed, but she did not sound afraid either. When she saw Song Guicheng next to her, she was able to say good morning to him.

"Wake up everyone else?" Li Ranli asked Song Guicheng for his opinion.

Song Guicheng had no objection.

The body is still fresh, and they want to obtain as much useful information as possible from it before it disappears.

After approaching Room 8, Song Guicheng discovered that there was a particularly thick bloodstain on the door panel and door frame, mixed with scarlet minced meat and tiny bones, but there was no corpse at the door.

Song Guicheng stood up and measured it, and found that the height of the bloodstain was about the height of an adult man bending over.

Is there a dead body in the room?

As he guessed so, he took out a piece of wire from his pocket and skillfully bent it into a suitable shape according to the door lock.

The players were woken up one after another. When they went out, they saw blood all over the ground and Song Guicheng calmly studying the door lock in the blood.

The man, as white as the bright moon, was tall and slender, with bloodstains scattered under his feet, blooming like flowers. Song Guicheng was wrapped in blood, but he stood still safely, with a calmness that seemed to keep death and fear away from him.

After the initial shock, the players began to carefully observe the death scene. Perhaps because they were not unfamiliar with this kind of scene, the players quickly calmed down after the initial panic and fear.

Song Guicheng inserted the wire into the keyhole and glanced at the players gathered at the door.

Xie Si counted the heads. Chu Wei had arrived, but Zhang Yuncheng hadn't come along. He whispered to Chen Xinke, "Zhang Yuncheng didn't come. Was he the one who died..."

"Squeak-"

With a knock, the door of Room 8 opened, revealing the scene inside.

A headless male corpse fell in the room, with his headless neck revealing white bones and cellular tissue connected by muscles and tendons. He was facing Song Guicheng who was standing at the door, with his hands stretched forward as if he wanted to drag something down.

Song Guicheng didn't react much, but Li Ranli and Xie Siyou beside him were frightened by the corpse and took a few steps back.

"Don't step on the blood." Song Guicheng grabbed Xie Siyou in time.

If you dirty the hotel floor, it will also be a violation of the rules.

Judging from his clothes, the deceased last night was indeed Zhang Yuncheng. Blood was still flowing from his neck, dripping down along the bowl-sized wound and gathering on the floor.

The moment he saw the death, Song Guicheng figured out where the thick bloodstains on the door frame and door panels came from. It was probably because when Zhang Yuncheng stretched his head out to look outside, the door clamped down hard and crushed his head off.

It didn't surprise them that it was Zhang Yuncheng who died, because he had obviously violated the rules yesterday.

I just don’t know how he died and why he died in Room 8.

The players watching had different thoughts and were discussing in low voices, glancing at Chu Wei from time to time. After all, Zhang Yuncheng and Chu Wei slept in the same room last night, so he knew the situation better than any of them.

Chu Wei leaned against the wall without saying a word, as if he didn't notice the gazes of the other players, and looked at Zhang Yuncheng's body with a cold face.

Song Guicheng shone a flashlight around Room 8, but saw nothing but the body. He frowned and turned to tell the others the bad news: "The head of the body is missing."

He frowned and touched the door frame, but didn't find anything special.

Where was the head of the corpse... Song Guicheng walked into the room and looked carefully, but unfortunately found nothing.

Room 8 is small and can be seen at a glance, so it can't hide anything. It shouldn't be in any player's room, so there's nothing to hide about this kind of thing.

Song Guicheng turned his head and looked at the cold, headless corpse, his mind filled with doubts, but the corpse could not speak and could not tell him more information.

*

Chu Wei, who had not had a strong presence in the past two days, became the focus of the dinner table today. However, when faced with questions from the players, he just said that he didn't know and didn't pay attention.

This answer sounded rather perfunctory, but Chu Wei looked so serious that the players believed it to some extent and did not dwell too much on these issues.

After all, compared to how Zhang Yuncheng died, the more urgent task is to find out what rules he violated.

Players expressed their opinions:

"Because he stole his teammates' stuff?"

"Because he heard a noise the night before?"

“We heard it, too.”

"But I didn't hear it last night."

"I didn't hear it either."

"Or is it because he was beaten during the day?"

"But why was he beaten?"

……

The question stopped here and no player spoke for a while.

Naturally, they also made many speculations about the reasons why Zhang Yuncheng angered the male host, but no one wanted to give the answer first.

Song Guicheng gave Xie Siyou a look, and Xie Siyou understood what he meant. Just as he was about to speak, a female player suddenly said, "Maybe it's because he made the floor of the hotel dirty."

The female player had a low ponytail and wore a pair of half-frame glasses. She spoke in a low but steady voice.

Song Guicheng quickly remembered her name, Zhou Ting, and the girl in her team was Feng Qian. Both of them looked gentle and quiet, but they had good mental qualities and did not overreact when they saw the corpse just now.

Wu Haochen suddenly realized, "It seems so. When I went upstairs yesterday, I saw him coming in. He was covered in mud and water, and the floor was all wet."

Only Zhang Yuncheng dirty the floor, he was the only one beaten in the afternoon, and he was the only one who died last night. The logic seems to make sense.

Song Guicheng listened to other people's analysis and slowly turned the beads on his wrist.

If dirtying the floor means certain death, why didn't the male owner kill him directly in the afternoon but wait until night instead? The NPCs in the dungeon are not good guys and girls.

There is only one possibility, Zhang Yuncheng violated other rules last night, and that rule was the key reason for his death...

"Let's go to Room 7 later." Song Guicheng said softly.

Xie Si agreed.

He thought similarly to Song Guicheng. He intuitively felt that Zhang Yuncheng's death was not that simple. There was something indescribably strange about it, but he couldn't find the reason.

*

The hostess was not home again this morning, probably because she went to the confessional, so the breakfast was served by the host.

Soft toasted bread, big slabs of butter, sausages bubbling with hot oil, and fresh vegetable salad, everyone's plate was piled high with a sweet and tempting smell.

Xie Siyou was dumbfounded. He looked at the sumptuous breakfast and had no idea where to start. He said blankly, "The last meal of the execution?"

The dining table was filled with the players' gasps and sounds of surprise, and then gradually fell silent. Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to pick up the fork first.

The host held a glass of cider and stuffed his mouth with sausages: "Eat it, why not?"

Why does the tone sound so similar, die, why don’t you just die.

The players were as quiet as chickens, not daring to move at all.

In the end, it was Song Guicheng who took the first step. He spread butter on the bread, took a bite, swallowed it, and praised, "It tastes good."

Compared to the dry and hard bread that required grinding with teeth and the tasteless boiled beans, today's breakfast could be called a state banquet.

Players only pick up their forks when they see someone eating.

The sausages on the plate were fried until slightly charred, with an enticing sheen of oil. The aroma of the meat's fat whetted one's appetite, and Zhao Siming swallowed twice.

Zhao Siyu quickly held him down, shook her head at him, and whispered, "You can't eat it."

No player ate meat last night, and no player heard any strange noises, which means there is something wrong with the meat in this world.

Zhao Siming swallowed hard, resisted the temptation, and buried his head in eating the bread in big mouthfuls.

Seeing that everyone had almost finished breakfast, Grayson put the wine glass heavily on the table. The sound of glass and wood hitting each other attracted the attention of all the players.

Xie Siyou still had a piece of bread in his mouth, but he didn't care at this moment. He stuffed the bread into his mouth and almost choked to death.

Grayson's eyes swept over each of them, focused and careful, as if he was inspecting merchandise, and then he said in a kind tone: "The apples in the orchard are ripe. Come with me to pick them this afternoon."

This request was exactly what the players who visited the apple orchard yesterday wanted.

When they went to the apple orchard yesterday, the gatekeeper insisted that they would not be allowed in before the time came, so they immediately agreed to Grayson's request.

Players who have never been to the apple orchard also want to go there to look for clues, and they have no objection to this matter.

Grayson nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand to let the players disperse. They should have a good rest in the morning so that they would have enough energy to work in the afternoon.

Some people took advantage of the morning activity time to go to the church, and some wanted to investigate Zhang Yuncheng's death further.

Xie Siyou and the others followed Song Guicheng up to the second floor.

There was nothing unusual in Room 7, and there were no signs that the door lock and windows had been tampered with.

There may be slight changes, but they can't be seen without photos for comparison.

Xie Siyou searched up and down, and said in a depressed tone: "This copy is really terrible. You can't even bring your cell phone."

The system will block anything that players want to bring in that does not fit the background of the dungeon. There are trucks and lights in this dungeon, but no mobile phones!

Xie Siyou flipped the table: "Is this reasonable?"

"Xie Siyou, don't worry about whether it's reasonable to not have a mobile phone," Song Guicheng held his neck against the wall, "Don't you see that there's something missing from the wall? Is this reasonable?"

Xie Siyou took a quick look and quickly remembered that something was missing from the wall—the crudely made steel sculpture of an apple.

It was an obvious omission, but he didn't notice it.

Xie Siyou blushed a little: "Listen to my excuse... No, explain."

Song Guicheng didn't have time to listen to his excuses. He hurried back to Room 8, but the body was gone, and even the bloodstains at the door had disappeared completely, as if it was just a dream that left no trace.

He regretted not searching the pockets of the corpse's clothes.

Song Guicheng sighed and rubbed his brows. In order to verify whether Zhang Yuncheng's death was related to the disappearance of the apple steel sculpture, he consulted other players and looked in every room. The steel sculptures in other rooms were all hanging well, but the one in Room 7 was missing.

Song Guicheng remembered that the devil that Wu Zhi had told him about that day also appeared at night after he touched the apple on the wall.

"It seems that Zhang Yuncheng's death is closely related to the disappearance of the apple. Maybe it was this apple that protected us," Chen Xinke murmured, "but isn't the apple the devil's fruit..."

Song Guicheng didn't know what he was thinking about. A hint of sadness flashed across his eyes, so fast that it was impossible to catch it: "When people are desperate, they will turn to the devil for help. God's glory will not shine on everyone equally."

Chu Wei ate the candy silently, and glanced at Song Guicheng when he heard this.

Xie Siyou sighed: "But the risk is also very high. The stories say that making a deal with the devil comes at a high price."

This is inevitable. If the devil provides a safe haven, it will definitely charge a certain price, and this price may be human life.

I just don’t know why Chu Wei, who also lived in Room 7 last night, escaped.

Song Guicheng pinched the apple necklace in his pocket and said to Chu Wei, "Stay with me tonight. This room is not safe anymore."

Chu Wei nodded: "Okay."

Song Guicheng touched the jade bead on his wrist and frowned slightly. He intuitively felt that there must be a deep connection between the demon and the main mission, and he began to think silently in his mind.