I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"Did you notice what the old man said when he was transformed just now?" Song Guicheng's question broke the silence in the air.

Zheng Jiyan recalled: "You are not from here."

"Yes, but she didn't say that when I came to buy things two days ago," Song Guicheng said as he held up an umbrella to push away the raindrops, "On rainy days, we will become different from them. Umbrellas and rain boots should be able to cover up the differences between us."

"Different?" Zheng Jiyan asked, "Differences between the living and the dead?"

Song Guicheng said: "I'm afraid so."

If the facts were really as he guessed, the two of them, two living people, were now walking among a bunch of hiding dead people, just like sheep among a pack of wolves. If they were not careful, they would be torn to pieces.

But they have to take the risk, and often the greater the risk, the higher the reward.

Song Guicheng straightened his clothes and continued to move towards the church with Zheng Jiyan.

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The church stood quietly in the rain, its red tiles wet by the rain, stained a darker color. At first glance, it looked like it was stained with blood, the only color in the gloomy and depressing background. The originally solemn and dignified place inexplicably revealed a bit of weirdness.

Song Guicheng pursed his lips slightly and tightened his grip on the umbrella.

The plantains and yellow daisies at the church entrance were beaten down by the rain, and the two men climbed to the church entrance by stepping on them.

Song Guicheng and Zheng Ji Yan did not rush in, but went around to the side window and looked inside from the window.

The empty church was dark. There were no lights flickering, and no human figures were visible. It was surprisingly quiet.

Song Guicheng frowned, and a faint doubt rose in his heart. Although it was a rainy day, even the priest was not in the church, which was really a bit abnormal.

Zheng Jiyan didn't want to waste any more time. Seeing that there was no one inside, he whispered, "Let's go in and take a look?"

What you can observe standing outside the window is too limited. You can see more comprehensively by going inside.

Not knowing if it will rain again in the future, they had to collect as much information as possible today.

Song Guicheng made an OK gesture, and the two of them bent over and tiptoed into the church.

The umbrella and rain boots were put away for the time being, as it was inconvenient to move with those two things. Besides, there was no one here, so there was no need to hide anything.

Everything was normal in the church, except that the light was a little dimmer, and it seemed no different from the last time they came.

Until Song Guicheng's eyes fell on the stained glass facing the church.

The patterns on the stained glass are rich and bright, with large triangles, diamonds, and various irregular shapes painted on them. When sunlight shines on the glass, it becomes brilliant and gorgeous.

It's a rainy day today, and even the glass has become dim.

But when he saw the ordinary-looking stained glass, his sharp eyes told him that there was something wrong with the picture.

Zheng Jiyan followed Song Guicheng's gaze and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Song Guicheng did not answer, but walked straight to the stained glass and touched it. The frosted texture brought a slight tingling sensation to his fingertips.

He looked at it for a moment, then took two steps back, took out a flashlight from his backpack, adjusted the light to the highest setting, and shone it at the stained glass.

The strong light shines on the glass, as if being consciously swallowed up. Gradually, the picture with the light column as the center begins to change. The pattern is like a wave, pushing one layer upon another, covering the rhombus and triangle.

Zheng Jiyan stared at the changes in front of him in amazement, then glanced at Song Guicheng who remained calm beside him, and asked in surprise: "How did you find out?"

Song Guicheng stared at the changing pattern intently, and took a few steps back to expand the range of the aperture. "Intuition."

This intuition is hard to explain in words. To be more precise, it was the experience accumulated after going through multiple copies that made him feel something was wrong.

The heavy rain kept hitting the roof and windows, making a heavy sound, and in the muffled sound of the rain, the area covered by the pattern became larger and larger until it was all over.

As the picture appeared, Song Guicheng's expression changed from calm to confusion, and finally revealed a hint of shock. The whole world seemed to be paused and the air became stagnant.

"What, what is this?" Zheng Jiyan's voice trembled a little.

Song Guicheng's breathing was a little rapid. He tightly grasped the flashlight in his hand and said, "I saw that huge tree."

The center of the mural is the towering ancient tree that Song Guicheng had seen at the end of the corridor. Although the area of ​​the mural is limited and the size of the tree is severely compressed, the sense of oppression has not been reduced in the slightest.

The two looked up at the colorful picture, feeling indescribable shock in their hearts.

The open space in front of the ancient tree was filled with densely packed figures, all in the same posture, with their backs straight and their heads held high.

Even if you can't see it, you can feel from their backs how pious and passionate they are, as if they want to burn themselves and sacrifice their souls to the giant tree in front of them.

An unspeakable silence quickly spread in the air, and for a moment the only sound that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the two people.

Song Guicheng's guess was confirmed at this moment. He saw many villagers on the mural, including the couple he met in the apple orchard, the old lady in the grocery store, and Allen, whom he had seen many times...

Each stacked up figure is made up of living lives.

"Wait," Zheng Jiyan suddenly stopped him and pointed at a figure in the lower right corner of the screen. "Is this person the old lady?"

He lowered his voice, somewhat incredulous. The gray scarf that the old lady was wearing appeared once in the middle of the picture, and then a small corner appeared in the lower right corner of the picture.

Zheng Jiyan took off his glasses and gently pinched his brows, suspecting that he was dazzled, but he heard Song Guicheng next to him affirmatively: "It is true."

Not only the old lady in the grocery store, he also saw Alan's brown-red hair in the lower left corner. Alan was the only one with red hair in this village.

"Every villager appeared more than once?" Zheng Ji Yan held his breath.

Song Guicheng reached out and touched it, rubbing the edge of the picture carefully. The portrait was cut off by some force, and the cut-off part actually still showed the villagers kneeling and praying.

He pondered for a moment and said something that even he himself found incredible: "Every villager...died more than once?"

If a sacrifice occurs once, it will appear once on the mural. If it occurs more than once, does it also mean that the sacrifice was made more than once?

He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zheng Jiyan: "What did you think of?"

Song Guicheng: "This copy is quite environmentally friendly and recyclable."

Zheng Jiyan: ...That's enough.

If you think about it carefully, this is actually a very scary thing. The dead villagers are still alive, but the villagers who are alive now may die at some point in time.

Ceremony. The word flashed through Song Guicheng's mind. He frowned. The ceremony that Alan mentioned was probably closely related to the scene in this painting.

They searched the entire painting but could not find the couple from the hotel. They did not participate in the ceremony, which was also what Song Guicheng expected.

He even suspected that the deaths of these villagers were closely related to the hotel couple.

Since they could be so cruel as to sacrifice their son to the apple tree in exchange for a good harvest, as their greed grew, they became less and less satisfied, so what was the point of killing one more person as a sacrifice?

But another question flashed through his mind. With the power of the couple in the hotel, could they kill everyone in the farm without being discovered?