I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

When Song Guicheng opened the door, he felt a chill on his body. He looked down and saw that he had just taken off his shirt and was now upper body naked.

...Will the live broadcast room be blocked for such restricted scenes?

He stretched out his hand to block the door, bent down and carefully opened the door, and looked out with the light from the corridor. The hotel was quiet, as if no one was there.

Song Guicheng took a deep breath, bent sideways and walked out. Suddenly he thought of Zhang Yuncheng's miserable death. He paused, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as one foot stepped out of the door, it sank unexpectedly, as if stepping into a quagmire, with the body and soul torn and drowned.

The next moment, he knelt beside the door on the left side of the first floor, covering his mouth with his hands, and his whole body was in a state of extreme tension.

Song Guicheng turned into a little boy again.

The sound of the hostess and Grayson talking could be heard in the room, and "he" seemed to be lying at the door eavesdropping on their conversation.

"If this continues, our whole family will have to pick up garbage to eat." This is the voice of the hostess, "There is no one more suitable than him."

"But..." Grayson's tone revealed hesitation, "He is my child after all."

The room was silent for a moment, and then the rustling of fabrics could be heard. The hostess said, "Hasn't he always missed his mother? This way he can be with his mother forever."

Go accompany his mother? But the boy's mother was already dead, which meant... Song Guicheng felt the boy's body trembling uncontrollably, his brain screaming to escape, but his body unable to move.

"Besides," the hostess panted softly, "his legs are broken now, it's inconvenient for him to do anything, and it's painful for him to live. If you try hard, we can have another child..."

Her words were filled with naked temptation, and soon there was an ambiguous sound of water stains in the room.

The room was hot. The boy hiding outside the door felt as if his heart had sunk into an icy cave. Panic and helplessness overwhelmed him. His mind went blank for a moment and he hurriedly got up from the ground and tried to escape.

"Thump" the boy staggered and fell heavily to the ground. He felt a piercing pain in his knees and physiological tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Song Guicheng was split into two halves, one half belonged to him. His mind was clear and he realized that the hostess and Grayson were obviously planning something that would lead to the boy's death. He thought of the "ritual" that Alan mentioned.

The other half of him became a boy, and his heart was filled with panic and helplessness, as well as great grief and despair. His father did not love him, and he had long been prepared to be abandoned. He... had long been prepared to be abandoned... right?

He supported himself on the ground with his thin arms, swaying like a reed in the wind. He tried to get up again and again, but fell to the ground because of his broken leg, and every joint was torn.

The noise outside the door quickly alarmed the people in the room. With a "bang", the door was pushed open with force. The boy looked up and saw Grayson with a loose belt through the sweat dripping from his eyelashes. He was panting like a cow, with an irritation of being interrupted on his face.

He stared fiercely at the boy kneeling on the ground, grabbed him by the collar and unbuckled the belt around his waist.

No…No!! The boy was terrified. He knew that after being dragged away, he would be brutally beaten and tortured.

He struggled to stretch his hands forward, trying to grab something, but he could grab nothing. No matter how hard he tried, his fingertips could only touch the rough door panel.

The boy seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and burst out with great strength. In an instant, he broke free from Grayson's shackles and clung tightly to the door panel, leaving deep blood marks.

"You bastard!" Grayson raised his belt and whipped the boy several times until blood began to seep out of his back. Then he picked up the boy's feet and walked upstairs step by step.

He was still unwilling to compromise in his blurred consciousness and grabbed the door panel randomly, his nails were pinched off and his flesh and blood were all over the place.

Song Guicheng could do nothing but watch Grayson drag the boy upstairs, the blood on his hands flowing all over the floor along with the traces of dragging.

He tied the boy's hands tightly with a belt, stepped hard on the boy's lame leg, grabbed the boy's hair and slammed him against the wall again and again. Soon, the white wall was stained with patches of blood.

The boy soon passed out and fell to the ground, dying. Blood soaked his hair, making it sticky and scattered across his face.

Song Guicheng thought that he would do the same thing as before, that the boy would lose consciousness and he would regain his physical form, so that he could at least go out and look for medicine.

Unfortunately, nothing happened this time. Song Guicheng was trapped in darkness, listening to the boy's weak breathing, feeling the pain like a knife cutting his body, struggling between life and death.

He could no longer concentrate, nor could he fall asleep. He could only stay awake and endure all the pain.

At this moment, Song Guicheng was actually a little glad that the boy had fainted. At least the pain was not as severe as when he was awake.

He counted the boy's breaths. He breathed in less than he breathed out. His body was almost unable to even breathe. Song Guicheng's heart was filled with sadness and powerlessness.

This is what has already happened, the outcome is set, there is nothing he can do or change it.

*

When he counted to the next one, the boy woke up. He couldn't see anything clearly, even the darkness was jumping along his forehead.

After a long time, when the darkness completely submerged his thoughts, Song Guicheng heard the boy muttering something.

"…you will be strong and fearless. You will forget your troubles, and even if you remember them, they will be like running water…"

It was the Bible. The boy's voice was so soft that it seemed like it would disappear in the wind in the next moment, just like his precarious faith.

"Your days on earth will be brighter than the midday," he seemed to choke, and after a pause he continued, "... though there is darkness, it is still like morning..."

The boy repeated over and over again that his mother had told him that as long as he was sincere enough, God would hear his wish.

"My beloved, dear... God," he seemed very tired, and his weak body made it difficult for him to speak, "I am your... devout believer, Calvin Vikasa, can you please fulfill a small wish of mine?"

Song Guicheng listened quietly, as if traveling through time and space and seeing his past self, praying bitterly and earnestly in boundless despair.

At that time, was there also an invisible soul listening to him, worrying about him but unable to do anything?

"Can I..." Calvin had a vague hope, "Please give me a candy?"

Song Guicheng was stunned. It was just a candy, nothing more. His heart felt like it was soaked in water, sour and soft.

He opened his mouth and wanted to respond, but he had three candies in his pocket and he could give them all to him.

But his soul seemed to be pressed into his body by a heavy hammer, and no matter how he struggled, he could not move an inch.

Calvin was immersed in the cold darkness, holding his breath and waiting for a long time, until the wounds on his body tore his thoughts apart, until his remaining strength made it impossible for him to open his eyes, and still no sound responded to him.

This time no one showed up, no one bandaged his wounds, no one stroked his face, or fed him another candy.

Was everything that happened last time just a dream?

Calvin, who had just endured Grayson's beating with gritted teeth, suddenly couldn't help but shed tears. The suppressed sobs seemed to be pulled out from his soul with difficulty and dissipated in the air.

He covered his mouth with his hand and shuddered, closing his eyes and imagining a large, warm hand stroking his hair.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, he will have a sweet dream, in which there will be candies and warm hands, happiness and a spring that never ends.