I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

When Song Guicheng woke up again, he found himself asleep on a chair in the church.

He opened his eyes and what came into view was the gray sky outside the window. The dark clouds had dispersed, the rain outside had stopped long ago, and Wu Zhi was nowhere to be seen.

In the cold and deep despair, Wu Zhi was like a god descending from heaven, holding up his sinking soul steadily, and then disappeared after the crisis was resolved.

The light spots, the robes, the black hair, the cold voice and the steady embrace, everything seemed like a dream, disappearing at dawn.

It was as if his appearance was just for Song Guicheng, just to rescue him from crisis.

Song Guicheng knew that was not the case. He was not the kind of person who would lose his way in love. He remembered what Wu Zhi had said to him:

"From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to kill you."

"You belong to the past and have no future."

"You are an eternal variable and an eternal prisoner."

"I will keep you alive until I want you to die."

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He has an excellent memory, so good that normal people can't do it. He can easily remember everything that happened in the past and every word others said to him.

He kept the memory of Wu Zhi separately, and at certain times he would take it out to watch and savor it repeatedly.

Song Guicheng clearly understood that Wu Zhi still had not given up the idea of ​​killing him, but Wu Zhi wanted him to live.

The god seems to be indifferent to everything, but in fact, his desire for control is very strong. He will not allow Song Guicheng to die without his consent, so the god comes again and again and saves him again and again.

It's like watching a butterfly in a bottle struggle, flap its wings, and fly, occasionally letting in a little oxygen, and then continuing to watch.

But what does it matter?

Song Guicheng closed his eyes, and his handsome brows revealed a hint of detachment that had nothing to do with romance.

He is the kind of person who can empty out everything for a little sincerity, and he is the kind of person who will not look back once he makes up his mind.

He is just that kind of person, so it doesn't matter.

Song Guicheng twisted his body and tried to stand up, and then he felt a tingling pain coming from all over his limbs.

It was not a pain in the flesh, but came from deep in the soul, like broken porcelain, which looked intact but when it moved, fine pain leaked out from the cracks.

Song Guicheng forced himself to look at the time. The hands pointed to one o'clock in the afternoon, only three hours before he left.

Just this one action made him turn pale with pain and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

For some reason, the church was empty. A dim light filtered in from outside, and it was so quiet that the only sound he could hear was his gasps.

Song Guicheng simply stopped moving and just lay on the chair, thinking about what had just happened.

He knew very well that he did not have such a strong desire to survive, and he completed the dungeons not for the sake of staying alive, but more because he could survive in the dungeons, and the difficulty of these dungeons was not enough to kill him.

But just like before, all the despair in his body was mobilized and gathered into a vast ocean that drowned him completely, causing him to completely lose his mind and indulge in the pain of the past. This was really too abnormal.

He was not a weak person, but from the first time he saw the priest, his sanity was eroded bit by bit, and he almost died because of a face, a movement, or a smile that aroused the self-destructive desire lurking in his heart.

This is not a coincidence, this is a trap.

When he finally broke away from the identity of "Song Guicheng" and observed the whole thing from another perspective, he discovered clues.

The rules of this dungeon are not overly complicated, and the NPC's attack power is not very strong. Even when the player has powerful enough props, he can fight against the NPC.

So relatively speaking, the mental pollution in this copy is particularly powerful. It silently affects the players' thoughts and destroys their will. Zhao Siming is a typical example.

Many people have fallen into the trap, including himself two or three times, and this time he almost paid with his life.

His failure to notice his own abnormality is a typical symptom of mental pollution.

If Song Guicheng were asked to make a comparison, he would feel that mental pollution is more terrifying than ghosts and rules.

At least ghosts and rules can be avoided after being discovered, but mental pollution is silent and omnipresent. Players may not know the cause of their death until they die, and killing people is invisible.

And he was almost certain that the priest was Song Yujie.

Although he was in a trance and in a dazed state just now, he was absolutely sure that he heard those words, "My little bird in the cage, where do you want to fly to?"

This sentence was like a snake, crawling from his ears to the bottom of his heart, as if someone was whispering in his ear, teasing his eardrum with an ambiguous and frivolous tone, making him feel a chilly breath.

Damn, who the hell are you? How dare you say I am your little bird?

Song Guicheng seldom swears unless he can't help it. In his heart, he gave Song Yujie a grade of "Quality 18th Company", a very dirty one.

At the same time, he also had deep doubts about Song Yujie's identity.

How did Song Yujie get into the Soul Tracing Game? His identity doesn't look like that of a player, but more like an important NPC in the dungeon, and one that is involved in the core of the dungeon.

Song Guicheng tried hard to recall what Song Yujie looked like when he was still in the real world, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't find anything unusual. To be precise, he didn't know Song Yujie at all.

Song Yujie treated him almost in a "captive" way. All his actions were under Song Yujie's surveillance. However, when he wanted to explore Song Yujie's life in turn, he usually got nothing or was punished.

Song Guicheng felt a little confused, as if he had just climbed over a mountain, but found that in front of him was a mountain that was taller and more majestic than the previous one, blocking his way.

But now all he can do is to make the best of it.

Song Guicheng sighed and subconsciously wanted to touch the jade beads on his wrist, but the pain stopped him. He then realized that the jade beads on his wrist had disappeared long ago, broken into powder and melted into the light spots.

The bloody wound on my wrist that he had bitten had healed at some point, leaving only a few shallow teeth marks.

He bit his lip, endured the severe pain in his body, and gently stroked the wound with his fingertips. There seemed to be a familiar warmth left on the wound.

With a creak, the church door was pushed open. A cool breeze rushed in through the gap in the door and climbed up my back from my wrists.

Song Guicheng didn't even need to look up, he knew who it was just by listening to the footsteps.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Xie Siyou ran over and hugged him, tears welling up in his eyes. "Are you okay? Just now, Zheng Jiyan went home but you didn't. I was so scared that I jumped up and down in my room."

Song Guicheng took a breath and said, "I'm fine, just be normal."

Xiaohua was originally sitting on Xie Siyou's shoulder. When she saw him holding her mother's hand, she kicked Xie Siyou's head and crawled to Song Guicheng's shoulder. She cried, "Mom, why don't you take Xiaohua with you? Didn't you say you wouldn't abandon Xiaohua?"

Song Guicheng curled his lips helplessly and said, "My dear daughter, you and Xie Siyou were so engrossed in playing that you didn't notice that your mother went out!"

Calvin followed behind Xie Siyou, and his footsteps paused slightly when he saw Song Guicheng.

The young man's face was as pale as frost, his long and fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and his tall spine was bent. He was born with beautiful eyebrows and features, and now he was kneeling there motionless, like a swan with broken wings.

But what astonished Calvin was not the silent scene, but the fact that he could see Song Guicheng's soul through his body.