I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Several people quickened their pace and ran back to the hotel. As soon as they opened the door, Song Guicheng smelled a strong smell of blood. He looked up at the place where the sound came from. The scene happening upstairs made him widen his eyes in shock.

At the door of Room 3, Wang Huixiao was holding a steel sculpture of an apple in her hand and hitting Li Ranli on the head with all her might. Her face was splattered with blood and her expression was dull and indifferent. The movements of her hands became more and more brutal, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard in the silent hotel.

Li Ranli fell to the ground, her limbs limp, her head tilted to one side, her hair covering her face, and one could only see blood oozing from the back of her head and forehead.

Everyone was probably stunned by the sudden scene before their eyes. They forgot to react for a moment and just stared blankly until Chen Xinke burst into a piercing scream: "Help, help, someone is killing someone!"

Zheng Ji Yan just woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly stepped forward with Wu Haochen to pull Wang Huixiao away, while Chen Xinke rushed over to check on Li Ranli's condition.

There were screams in the live broadcast room:

【Ahhhhhhh, how, how could this happen! 】

[I never thought that the CP I was supporting would collapse in this way...]

[This cannot be called a house collapse, this is already a retreat from the circle]

【What circle? 】

【Biosphere.】

[They are not a pair, two iron-blooded straight women, okay, don’t pair them up randomly, okay, now they can’t be paired up either, how can we pair them up with only one left?]

[Can anyone tell me what's going on? I'm so confused as I'm squatting in Xiaochengzi's live studio]

[Point the way... I can't point the way. The host is dead. Let me tell you what happened just now.]

……

Chu Wei carried Song Guicheng on his back and ran up to the second floor. Song Guicheng got off Chu Wei's back, pressed his chest which was aching, and barely stood up. He asked, "How is Li Ranli? Is she still alive?"

Chen Xinke retracted her hand and shook her head: "No." Her tone returned to calm, even indifferent.

Song Guicheng walked forward and lifted up Li Ranli's hair to check. She was indeed dead, her pupils were dilated, her breathing had stopped, and she died with her eyes open.

Her unfocused eyes were filled with confusion and unwillingness. Perhaps until the last moment before her death, she never thought that she did not die at the hands of a ghost, but at the hands of a good friend.

Wang Huixiao, who was standing next to her, struggled desperately while waving the steel sculpture of an apple in her hand to attack randomly. She was so strong that even two adult men couldn't hold her down.

Wu Haochen knocked Wang Huixiao unconscious with a sharp chop, tied her up and threw her into the corner of the room, cursing, "Fuck, what the hell is going on?"

The upstairs was a mess, and several people moved to the restaurant downstairs. Wu Haochen poured a glass of water for himself and the teacher. Chen Xinke also took a cup, hesitated for a while, and put it back.

Song Guicheng felt severe pain all over his body. Every time he moved, his body felt torn apart. He simply bent his arms and supported his head to maintain this position and asked, "What happened?"

Wu Haochen shrugged. "We didn't know either. We were resting well in our respective rooms. You only realized it when you saw us. We didn't see anything."

The others looked at each other, no one could give an explanation. One of the two parties was dead, and the other was still unconscious, so the matter could only be put on hold for the time being.

"Did you notice Wang Huixiao's expression at that time?" Song Guicheng asked.

Chen Xinke said: "I saw it. I felt that she was... very strange, just like she didn't know Li Ranli. When she hit her, she was so clean and sharp."

"Yes, I think so too," Wu Haochen took a big gulp of water, "When I pulled her away, she was quite crazy, not at all like a normal person."

"Spiritual pollution?" Zheng Ji Yan suddenly spoke. He looked at Song Gui Cheng as if seeking approval.

Song Guicheng licked his cracked lips: "I think so too."

When he came back and saw Wang Huixiao for the first time, Song Guicheng felt that she was not normal. When the blood splashed in front of her, she didn't even blink, which was totally not the conditioned reflex that a human should have.

"I also guessed that it was spiritual pollution, but the key is what caused the pollution? There must be a reason, right?" Wu Haochen asked puzzledly, turning the empty cup in his hand.

"Let's go to the room and take a look," Chen Xinke said, "their dispute happened in the room."

As she spoke, she looked up. From her angle, she could only see a corner of Door No. 3, which was covered with large patches of glaring red that seeped through the gaps between the wooden boards.

Song Guicheng nodded: "Let's go."

He stood up by supporting himself on the table, his steps were a little unsteady, he staggered and almost fell.

Chu Wei, who was standing beside him, supported him and asked, "Can you walk?"

Song Guicheng couldn't help coughing, and he supported himself on the table with one hand to stand steady. After the dizziness in his head passed, he said, "Yes, let's go."

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Xie Siyou looked nervous.

Song Guicheng waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm too tired, I'll be fine after a rest."

He smiled as he spoke, his light brown eyes like clear glass beads.

Xie Si nodded slightly, without saying whether he believed it or not.

Song Guicheng really looked no different from when he went out in the morning. There were no wounds on his body, but his skin was whiter. Not smooth white, but pale, like a piece of paper. Even his lips were the same color. He really looked like he was overworked.

But his condition was really bad. How tired must he be that he couldn't even walk steadily?

However, Song Guicheng didn't want to say it, so Xie Siyou didn't ask and just followed him obediently to help him take care of the child.

Li Ranli's body was still lying at the door. Song Guicheng took two glances at it and didn't want to care about it. But after sighing, he came back and wanted to close her eyes. Unfortunately, he tried several times but failed.

Xie Siyou got goosebumps all over his body. "She, she must have died unwillingly. Sigh, it's pitiful. Who would have thought that she would die at the hands of her friend in the end..."

Song Guicheng stared straight into those out-of-focus eyes, and inexplicably felt that she wanted to say something.

He asked, "You want us to help you get revenge?"

"Wang Huixiao is going to pay the price?"

"You don't blame Wang Huixiao?"

……

Song Guicheng asked several questions, but Li Ranli's eyes remained wide open, not moving at all.

Calvin watched Song Guicheng talking to the corpse for a long time and suddenly interrupted: "Maybe she is not saying anything for herself, but wants to tell you something about this copy."

Song Guicheng's thoughts turned, and he looked in the direction Li Ranli was looking, and saw the door of the hostess's room.

There were densely packed bloody fingerprints under the hostess's door. Seeing those marks reminded him of Calvin's hopeless struggle when he was dragged.

The hostess's room and the entire replica...

He suddenly had an idea and whispered in Li Ranli's ear: "Is there something related to the copy hidden in the hostess's room?"

Li Ranli's eyes closed suddenly, as if a switch had been triggered. Perhaps she discovered something before she died, but unfortunately she didn't have time to tell them, so she died with her eyes open.

Xie Si didn't hear clearly what Song Guicheng said, but he saw Li Ranli's actions and took two steps back in fright.

Song Guicheng didn't expect that she was still thinking about clearing the copy until her death, even though it was obviously none of her business whether she cleared it or not.

He took a deep breath, his eyes trembled, and he suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart and said solemnly: "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" Wu Haochen poked his head out of the room and asked in confusion.

Song Guicheng carefully wiped the blood off Li Ranli's face with a handkerchief and said, "I found a little clue."

Wu Haochen became interested when he heard this: "What clue?"

Song Guicheng didn't answer him, but his hands kept moving, and soon the handkerchief was stained red with blood.

Li Ranli's delicate facial features were revealed, and he realized that Li Ranli's facial features were actually very delicate and not as sharp as they looked.

The coagulated blood stains on the hair could not be wiped clean, but Song Guicheng did not bother to tidy it up a little, then took off his coat and covered Li Ranli's face with it.

A person belongs to Yang when alive and belongs to Yin after death. After death, she will be afraid of Yang and light. Covering her face is a respect for her.

Wu Haochen just watched quietly beside him, and only asked when Song Guicheng stood up, "What clues?"

Song Guicheng wiped his hands with a tissue and walked into Room 3. "I'll talk later."