I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

After making up their minds, each team sent out one person. There was no doubt that Song Guicheng would be the one to go out. After Wu Haochen and Zheng Jiyan discussed it, it was Zheng Jiyan who made the final decision.

Xie Siyou looked at the heavy rain outside and said with tears in his eyes: "Brother, you must be careful." The tone of his voice made it sound as if Song Guicheng was about to die heroically.

Chen Xinke told him to be careful, but Chu didn't say anything. He just squeezed his hand and drew an apple shape on the palm of his hand.

Song Guicheng understood what he meant. The apple necklace was in his pocket.

The atmosphere in the team was a bit solemn. The weather was very bad. Going out to explore for information under such circumstances would be doubly dangerous. No one knew what dangers they would encounter, or even whether they could come back.

But they still have to go out. The copy will not give the clues to them. As the saying goes, instead of waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative.

Song Guicheng put on his rain boots and saw Wu Haochen eagerly circling Zheng Jiyan. "Teacher, I'll wait for you to come back. If there's any danger, don't worry about anything else. Throw the props as hard as you can. Don't be polite. I'll give you enough."

He is as rich and powerful as the stupid son of a landlord.

Zheng Jiyan patted his shoulder and motioned him to be at ease: "Okay, okay, I know. As for you, the male owner is still in the hotel. He just went into the kitchen. You should be careful."

By the time the two came out of the hotel, it was almost 10 o'clock.

The weather was gloomy unlike it was at 10 o'clock in the morning. It was gray and depressing, weighing heavily on people's heads, as if it would fall down at any second.

Song Guicheng held an umbrella, the black surface of the umbrella blocked all the rain. Raindrops fell on the umbrella and bounced into the pool of water on the ground, creating small ripples.

Zheng Jiyan asked: "Where should we go first?"

The suspicious points in the copy are mainly concentrated in three places, the apple orchard, the hotel and the church. They went out today mainly to explore the apple orchard and the church.

Song Guicheng thought for a moment and turned to the left: "Let's go to the church first, it's closer."

It only takes one sentence for smart people to communicate, and Zheng Ji Yan understood what Song Gui Cheng meant.

It was already 10 o'clock and there was not much time left until lunch time. They didn't know whether it would have any impact if they didn't go back for lunch, so it would be best to go back before lunch time.

Furthermore, the church is much closer to the hotel than the apple orchard, so there is more room for maneuver if danger occurs.

The two reached a consensus and set out on the path to the church.

The thistles on both sides of the road were knocked down into the mud, and the rain washed the leaves, making a "rustling" sound. The air was filled with a mixed smell of trees and soil. The air pressure was very low, making it difficult to breathe.

The rain formed a white curtain of water, blocking people's front and back vision. On the narrow and winding path, the only sound was the sound of rain boots stepping on the muddy path.

Song Guicheng and Zheng Jiyan walked slowly, one in front of the other. Fortunately, there was only one main road in the farm, so they did not get lost.

Passing by several houses, the doors and windows of the wooden houses were all closed, there were no lights on and no fireworks rising. From a distance, they looked like empty houses with no one living in them.

Song Guicheng was walking in front, with a wider field of vision than Zheng Jiyan. He looked around and said to Zheng Jiyan, "Except us, no one is outside."

In the huge farm, there seemed to be only two figures left on the path, like two trees swaying left and right in the wind.

Not only the houses, but most of the shops were closed, and there was no one inside the one or two remaining shops.

Song Guicheng saw that the grocery store where they bought candy two days ago was still open. He stopped and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go buy two bags of candy."

Zheng Jiyan nodded: "Okay, let's go together."

Before going in, Song Guicheng looked back at the path behind him for a moment. He always felt that someone was following them, but there was indeed no one on the road.

His eyesight is so poor now that it is difficult for him to miss anything.

Zheng Jiyan: "What's wrong?"

Song Guicheng shook his head: "Nothing."

*

Song Guicheng originally thought that there would be no one in the grocery store, but he didn't expect that the old lady was still sitting on the chair, just lying down and sleeping, with a gray towel covering her body and a half-knitted sweater in her hand.

The counter separated the goods from the passengers. Song Guicheng called out softly twice: "Grandma, Grandma..."

After calling for a long time, the old lady showed no signs of waking up. If her chest hadn't been still rising and falling, she would have looked like she was dead.

Song Guicheng and Zheng Jiyan looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes, so they had to turn around and leave.

"Calvin...Calvin..." Before they walked out of the door, they suddenly heard the old lady's soft call from behind, her voice was old and hoarse.

Song Guicheng stopped and looked over in surprise.

The old lady didn't wake up. She was probably talking in her sleep. The content of her dream was very boring. She just kept repeating the name "Calvin".

Zheng Jiyan observed Song Guicheng's reaction and asked, "Do you know him?"

Song Guicheng nodded: "Calvin is the son of the couple who owns the hotel." He paused and added, "He's dead."

Zheng Jiyan was obviously surprised. He didn't know whether it was because of Calvin's identity or because this low-key man in front of him held far more clues than he thought.

The old lady was still calling Calvin. Song Guicheng hesitated for a moment, put the umbrella aside, stepped forward, bent down and answered softly: "Calvin is sleeping at home. It's raining outside. He will get dirty if he goes out to play."

The old lady seemed to have heard it and stopped talking.

Song Guicheng's eyes fell on the candies behind the counter and he thought of a way to wake up the old lady. He said, "Grandma, Calvin wants to eat candies. I'll buy some for him."

Hearing the name Calvin, the old lady's eyelids moved and she repeated: "Want some candy?"

Song Guicheng said "hmm".

The old lady stood up by holding onto the chair handle with both hands, and walked shakily to the back of the counter to get a bag of candy.

When handing it to him, the two looked at each other. Song Guicheng's breathing stagnated for a moment, and his movements of taking the candy froze - there was a faint blue fluorescence in the old lady's eyes, exactly the same light emitted by the huge tree.

This old lady is dead?

The change happened when the old lady saw Song Guicheng clearly. The slow-moving old woman froze in place, "Who are you?"

Song Guicheng lowered his head and replied, "I am a friend of Calvin."

"Calvin's...friend?" She repeated the sentence in a slow and strange tone. The next second, a wrinkled face suddenly appeared in front of Song Guicheng's eyes, like dry bark.

The old lady with stiff joints lay on the counter, bending her neck against the counter glass to an angle almost parallel to her waist in an angle that no human could ever achieve, and looked straight at Song Guicheng.

Her eyes seemed to be not very good, so she sniffed hard: "No, you are not from here."

The temperature in the air began to drop without warning, and the rain and mist in the air seemed to condense into broken ice, penetrating into the skin's skin inch by inch, slowing down the flow of blood.

What went wrong? In panic, Song Guicheng kept breathing. Everything that had happened since he left the house quickly passed through his mind. When his eyes fell on the umbrella at the door, he finally reacted.

Damn it! He was worried that holding the umbrella would affect his conversation, so he put it down temporarily.

Song Guicheng took two deep breaths and was about to step back quietly, but found that he could not move. The old lady's hand stretched out from under the counter at some point and grabbed him tightly, pinning him to the spot.

This reaction speed is faster than Xie Siyou.

When he was thinking about which hand to chop first with the dagger, a shadow suddenly fell over his head. Zheng Jiyan held his own umbrella with one hand and held an umbrella for Song Guicheng with the other.

He said, "Grandma, take a closer look. He is indeed Calvin's friend."

Song Guicheng smiled faintly in the shadow. The umbrella cut him into two almost perfect sides. His harmless light brown eyes made him look particularly sincere. "Grandma, I'm really Calvin's friend. I'm here to buy candy for him."

"Oh..." The old lady's body relaxed and gradually returned to normal. Song Guicheng felt the hands that were restraining his feet were withdrawn. "Good boy, take the candy. No money required."

"Oh, okay, thank you grandma," Song Guicheng took the umbrella from Zheng Jiyan and slowly stepped back, "We'll leave first."

The two of them retreated to the door step by step, and were about to run away when the old lady suddenly called them again. Song Guicheng's back stiffened for a moment, and he heard her say: "The sweater will be ready soon. Tell Calvin to come and get it."

"Oh, okay." Song Guicheng responded and fled from here without stopping.

The two of them tacitly kept silent. After they left quickly, Song Guicheng said with a sense of relief, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Zheng Jiyan breathed lightly and adjusted his glasses that had slipped down to his nose. "What happened to you just now?" He asked about Song Guicheng's sudden stunned state.

Song Guicheng tapped the umbrella handle with his fingers and told Zheng Jiyan about the huge tree. He said, "The old lady is dead. Not only that old lady, I suspect that everyone in this farm is dead."

As soon as the words fell, the air seemed to sink into a stagnant pool, and a chill climbed up Zheng Jiyan's spine along the wind.

He looked around and was suddenly horrified to find that if the facts were really as Song Guicheng said, then what they came to was not a farm, but a huge cemetery!

For a moment, neither of them spoke. In the empty sky and earth, only the sound of rushing rain and whistling wind echoed. It was quiet and eerie.