I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Before they knew it, they had been talking for nearly two hours, and the moonlight outside the window was dimmer than before.

Song Guicheng glanced at his watch. It was already three o'clock in the morning. He said, "Get some sleep. We still have to continue investigating clues tomorrow."

After saying that, he lay down and moved a little to the side, leaving most of the space for Calvin.

Calvin didn't actually need sleep, but his body did, so he obediently lay down on the bed.

Song Guicheng, who was beside him, soon began to breathe evenly, as if he was fast asleep. Calvin stared at the low, dark ceiling, thinking about something for a long time before closing his eyes.

Song Guicheng did not sleep well that night. Various scenes flashed by in his dream like a passing show. There were priests, huge trees, dead teammates, and Wu Zhi... life and death, ups and downs, all played out over and over again in his dream.

What finally woke him up was the sound of rain outside the window.

The clock has pointed to seven o'clock in the morning, and the sky is still a depressing gray and black. Heavy rain is pouring down, and the view outside the window is hazy. The entire farm is shrouded in a heavy rain curtain.

Song Guicheng opened the curtains and looked for a while. The raindrops were hitting the window quickly and violently, and one could feel the vibration even when leaning against the window.

Xiaohua was also awakened by the noise. She rubbed her eyes and was stunned for a moment when she saw her mother standing by the window.

Whenever it rains, Song Guicheng will undergo a subtle change. His usually gentle and relaxed expression will unconsciously tense up, and his usually gentle eyebrows and eyes will seem to be tinged with a bit of coldness by the gloomy rain.

Just like him now, standing at the junction of light and darkness, looking up expressionlessly at the branches outside the window that were constantly hit by the rain, his former gentleness seemed to have turned into imperceptible indifference.

Xiaohua called out uncertainly, "Mom?"

"Hmm?" Song Guicheng, who was standing by the window, heard Xiaohua's cry and turned his head to look at her lazily, "Awake?"

His tone was still so gentle, as if the indifference just now was all an illusion.

Xiaohua crawled down from the foot of the bed and ran over with her little feet clacking.

She pulled up Song Guicheng's pants, looked up at him, and said tearfully, "Mom, please don't leave me alone anymore. I'm scared."

"Scared?" Song Guicheng squatted down, put one hand in his pocket, touched Xiaohua's chin with the other hand, and smiled, "How can you sleep if you are scared?"

Xiaohua's coquettish movements froze for a moment, but she soon denied it and climbed up Song Guicheng's arm to his shoulder, saying confidently: "I'm sleeping because I'm scared. I'm even more scared when I'm awake."

I don’t know who this sophistry logic came from, Song Guicheng couldn’t help laughing.

But he didn't tease Xiaohua anymore. He knew that Xiaohua must have been scared yesterday, afraid of losing her mother, otherwise she wouldn't have called him in her dream.

The rain had been falling for more than half an hour, and there was still no sign of it stopping. The gloomy sky occupied most of the space in the dungeon, making people feel depressed.

Calvin was still sleeping soundly on the bed, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

He curled up into a ball, a 1.8-meter-tall adult man only occupied a quarter of the entire bed. Psychologically speaking, this was a very insecure posture.

Song Guicheng didn't wake him up, but just gently pulled the quilt for him.

"Knock knock knock", there was a light knock on the door.

Song Guicheng opened the door and found Xie Siyou and Chen Xinke standing at the door, hunched over, moving lightly and cautiously. If they were carrying a shell on their backs, they would be no different from turtles.

Xie Siyou greeted him quietly: "Brother..."

Chen Xinke greeted him quietly: "Mr. Song..."

Song Guicheng stepped aside to let them in and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing happened," Xie Siyou shook his head and exchanged a glance with Chen Xinke. His expression was not very good, "It's just..."

He gestured to Song Guicheng to look downstairs.

The hostess was sitting downstairs. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but she looked fatter than the previous two days.

Her face was wrinkled by fat, and the lines were rough and greasy. The most shocking thing was that her originally small eyes suddenly took up half the size of her face. And only the whites of her eyes became bigger, bloodshot, and her expression was gloomier than the weather outside.

She just sat there motionless, her eyes fixed on Room 4.

Xie Siyou and Chen Xinke felt a chill all over their bodies when they were looked at by these eyes. They should have come here twenty minutes ago, but they didn't dare to go out, and only knocked on the door now.

Song Guicheng leaned against the door and looked at her with a calm gaze. He even curved his beautiful light brown eyes and smiled at her.

This smile was provocative, and the hostess was immediately furious and slammed the table with both hands. "Crack", the table cracked and broke in two from the middle.

Xie Siyou jumped forward in fright, and only managed to steady himself by holding onto the table. Song Guicheng closed the door leisurely, completely ignoring the hostess's angry expression.

"Brother, did you provoke her?" Xie Siyou noticed his brother's little action and swallowed hard.

Song Guicheng nodded: "I broke some of her things."

Xie Siyou: “What is it?”

Song Guicheng thought for a moment: "Moral integrity?"

...Xie Siyou was speechless. Brother, don’t worry about others for now and keep your own moral integrity.

Chen Xinke couldn't help laughing at the side. She glanced at Chu Wei who was still sleeping soundly and said, "Huh?" "Still sleeping?"

"Yeah," Song Guicheng said, "He worked the night shift with me yesterday."

Xie Siyou fully understands his brother's mentality of "not finding clues during the day, making up for it with the night shift", but he still sighs: "Brother, do you know what I admire most about you?"

Without waiting for Song Guicheng to ask him, he continued, "I admire your character the most. Really! After entering the dungeon, my character dropped drastically. I used to curse people without using any swear words, but now I don't use any swear words or curse people."

Chen Xinke comforted him from the side: "It's okay. We've been dragged into this kind of game. What's the point of having good manners?"

Song Guicheng nodded: "It's really useless."

A few of them laughed for a while, because the gloom brought by the precarious progress of the copy and the gloomy weather dissipated a lot.

In this extreme environment, teammates are necessary for most people. After all, players have to face not only ubiquitous rules and scary ghosts, but also their own mentality.

Having a teammate to chat with can relieve the tense mentality to a certain extent.

Song Guicheng concealed Chu Wei's true identity and briefly told them what happened last night, the alienated hostess, the secret passage under the kitchen leading to the apple orchard, the huge tree and the existence of the devil.

Xie Siyou was stunned when he heard this: "With such a great background, do you also deserve a C-level copy? No, do I deserve it?"

He is just a weak D-level player. Is it worth it for the Soul Tracking Game to design such a big background and arrange such a tricky task to make things difficult for him?

"So, if we want to pass the level, we have to find the remaining soul of Grayson's son?" Chen Xinke was a little worried. "But we have been in the dungeon for four days and have no clue at all. The ceremony is the day after tomorrow. Will we make it in time?"

Song Guicheng turned the jade bead on his wrist. He did not tell them that it was not only about finding Calvin's remaining soul, but also about destroying him.

"There is another way to clear the level," Song Guicheng's voice pulled the two out of their worries, "bring the exploration level of the dungeon to 100%."

Chen Xinke, who had a little spark of hope in her eyes, suddenly became depressed: "This is too difficult, even harder than the main quest. The exploration degree is 100%, and it is not easy to complete the main quest."

It is well known among Soul Tracing game players that the exploration level investigation is much more difficult than the completion of the main quest.

Otherwise, the points reward for exploration would not be that much higher than the main quest. It should be said that completing the main quest is easier than exploring the dungeon, ensuring the survival rate of teammates, etc.

Xie Siyou was much more optimistic than her: "It's not impossible. It's not a bottomless pit anyway. There's no need to be afraid since there's an upper limit."

He put his arm around Song Guicheng's shoulder and asked him for confirmation: "Right, brother?"

Song·took the perfect exploration degree·returned·without a word·Cheng responded: "Well, don't be discouraged."

Chen Xinke grasped the corner of his clothes and said nothing. He didn't feel confident. After all, it was a low-probability event. It was too rare. There were only a few of them in the entire Soul-Tracing Game.

Although there are many styles of gameplay, such as the slaughter style, the suicide style, the decryption style, the appearance style... but these are all used to attract audiences and win rewards, not to pass the dungeon. Most players still hope to complete the main task to pass the level.