I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The bloodstains on the floor spread from the door to the bedside, indicating that the two were probably sitting on the bed chatting, and it was unknown why a conflict broke out. When Wang Huixiao hit Li Ranli with the steel sculpture of an apple, Li Ranli wanted to run to the door, but was forcibly dragged away.

"There are people who kill themselves by talking about things, but there are very few who kill themselves by talking about people." Xie Siyou was stunned after listening to Song Guicheng's analysis.

Chen Xinke glanced at Wang Huixiao who was unconscious in the corner and said, "It's mainly because of mental pollution. I just don't know what polluted her."

Song Guicheng was looking at the decorations on the wall. They were similar to those in other rooms, all faded oil paintings and steel sculptures of apples. Now the steel sculpture was snatched from Wang Huixiao by Wu Haochen and hung back.

They have not forgotten that Zhang Yuncheng's death seemed to be related to this steel sculpture hanging on the wall.

"Mr. Song, come here." Zheng Ji Yan stood by the window and waved to Song Gui Cheng.

"What's wrong?" Song Guicheng walked over.

Zheng Jiyan pointed to a nail on the window and said, "Look."

Song Guicheng looked in the direction he pointed. There was a black thread wrapped around the nail, as if someone's clothes had been scratched by the nail while standing there.

"It wasn't here the last time I checked the room." Song Guicheng said with certainty.

He had a very good memory and almost a photographic memory. The last time he checked the room, although he only gave it a rough look, he found that all the windows were open.

"Did they scratch it themselves in the past two days, or..." Zheng Jiyan paused and made a creepy guess, "Or was there someone hiding here?"

The atmosphere froze in an instant, even worse than when Wang Huixiao committed the crime just now.

A horrible picture emerged in everyone's mind. When Wang Huixiao and Li Ranli were talking or sleeping in the room, there was a pair of eyes lurking in the dark, silently spying on everything in front of them, like a lurking beast, ready to bite and kill them at any time.

Xie Siyou was so frightened by his own imagination that he broke into a sweat. He pulled the curtain tremblingly and said, "With this quality, it can't hide anyone."

Wu Haochen also said: "If the NPCs in the dungeon have this ability, we would have been wiped out long ago." The probability of success is very high if we take action while the players are asleep.

"But Li Ranli was not killed by the NPC, she was killed by her teammates. Why didn't the thing hiding behind the curtain do it itself?" Chen Xinke asked.

Zheng Jiyan replied: "NPCs have to follow the rules when they kill people. They can't kill players unless they break the rules."

"I know," Chen Xinke said, "I'm just curious, what's hidden behind this?"

What she asked was what everyone wanted to ask, but unfortunately no one knew the answer and no one spoke for a while.

Zheng Jiyan leaned against the wall, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and said, "Do you mind?"

Everyone was immersed in their own thoughts and no one expressed any opinions. Wu Haochen also asked for one.

Zheng Ji Yan also asked Song Guicheng if he wanted to smoke, but Song Guicheng waved his hand to refuse, saying that his current physical condition was not suitable for smoking.

"Let's think about it first, who likes to wear black clothes?" Song Guicheng leaned on the table with his arms folded.

The others looked at each other in bewilderment. In the dungeon, most players focused on completing the main quest. Who would remember what others were wearing? Even teammates might not care.

Xie Siyou thought hard, counting the ones he remembered one by one with his fingers: "Wang Huixiao and Li Ranli like to wear them, I have also worn them, and..." His eyes lit up, "And Zhao Siyu, she also likes to wear black!"

Wu Haochen looked around and said in shock: "Yes, where is Zhao Siyu? I haven't seen her since a while ago."

In fact, it's not just now. To be precise, since Zhao Siming's death, her presence has suddenly weakened.

On the one hand, it was because she was alone and taciturn, and on the other hand, it was because she was extremely low-key and had attracted attention because she was taking care of her younger brother.

Xie Siyou gritted his teeth and said, "It must be her. She has a tool to hide her aura, and she has a previous experience! She tricked my brother in that previous instance and almost killed him!"

He only had time to talk to Chen Xinke about the grudge between the two parties before he was confused by the puzzles that came one after another in the copy. This was the first time that other people in the team heard about this.

Players' original impression of Zhao Siyu was that she doted on her younger brother, but now that she was harming her teammates, the impression of her dropped a lot.

The victim, Song Guicheng, was much calmer than Xie Siyou. He wanted to touch the jade beads in his hand, but found nothing, so he had to turn his wrist.

"We can't make a final conclusion like that. We still have to wait until Wang Huixiao wakes up and hear what she has to say. I just hope she can still be sober by then."

He threw a piece of rational candy to Chu Wei, who accepted it, peeled it and stuffed it into Wang Huixiao's mouth.

There was no other way at this point, so everyone decided to go back to the room to rest, leaving two people here to watch over Wang Huixiao in case she did anything uncontrollable after waking up.

After discussion, Wu Haochen and Chu Wei stayed. They both had strong fighting skills and could not only cooperate with each other but also supervise each other.

Cooperation in the dungeon usually has this kind of atmosphere, half trust and half vigilance, but in general, the players are still in a camp. After all, their common enemies are the rules and monsters in the dungeon.

Before Song Guicheng left, he glanced at the two people in the room. Wu Haochen was talking to Chu Wei, but Chu Wei still looked indifferent and stared intently at the black silk thread wrapped around the window.

He frowned and went back to his room without saying a word.

After returning home, Song Guicheng sat at the head of the bed and took Xiaohua out of his pocket: "Xiaohua, can you do your mother a favor?"

Xiaohua's eyes lit up and she sat up straight: "Mom, you say."

Song Guicheng: "You sneak into room 3 and hide there, and help mom keep an eye on those two people. Tell me immediately if you see anything strange."

Xiaohua patted her chest and said, "Okay! I promise to complete the task!"

She didn't need to open the door, her flat body slid out smoothly through the crack of the door. Song Guicheng stared at the place where Xiaohua left for a long time without moving.

He didn't completely trust Calvin. Players and NPCs were, after all, two different camps. If he wasn't really too tired, he would have stayed there and kept an eye on them.

Song Guicheng rubbed his eyebrows. The fatigue and dull pain in his body came out layer by layer from deep inside, as if to drown him completely.

He sat at the head of the bed with his back against the wall, wanting to lie down for a while so that he could get up immediately if Xiaohua called him.

But as soon as his body relaxed, sleepiness swept over him like a flood. He leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep unknowingly. Even when his body gradually slipped down and hit the pillow with a "bang", he didn't wake up.

……

Song Guicheng felt a strong sense of weightlessness and a slight shaking. The sound of the wind whistled past his ears, and he felt like a bird flying high in the sky.

“Lord, I found it.”

He heard a strange voice, overlapping and repetitive, as if many people were talking at once, but when he listened carefully, it was just one person, echoing leisurely in his ears.

Master... Before Song Guicheng had time to think about the specific meaning of this word, he heard another voice.

"found it?"

It was cold and solemn, like broken jade hitting beads, or porcelain hitting ice. It had a sense of power that could not be ignored, and it chilled the air around it.

Song Guicheng's breathing even stopped for a moment. This voice was so familiar, as if it was engraved in his heart and melted into his blood. Whenever he heard it, he would think of that face that looked like a meticulously painted painting.

Wu Zhi... ?

So where is he now?

Song Guicheng opened his eyes, and suddenly a half-moon appeared in front of him. The sky was covered with thick ink, and the moonlight cast a deep and thick veil. The person lying on the moon had a face that was more eye-catching than the bright moon.

His black hair cascaded down like flowing clouds and spread out on the moon. He sat in a lazy posture with his clothes on, his eyes half-closed, so indifferent that he could not reflect any scenery. His aura was like the top of a snowy mountain, revealing an indifference that kept people at a distance.

Drinking dew in the morning and eating chrysanthemums in the evening, the room is filled with smoke and it feels cold when I sit there.

It's Wu Zhi.

But unlike the Wu Zhi in his impression, the god in front of him was lazier and colder. He did nothing, and the powerful force seemed to be real and pressed down on him.

Song Guicheng suddenly found that he had no physical body, as if he had merged with the wind.

“Lord, are you going to retrieve it yourself?”

Song Guicheng didn't see anyone. He looked around the night sky and finally found that the one speaking might be the darkness itself.

...It's outrageous, but it makes sense when applied to Wu Zhi.

Song Guicheng and the night were waiting quietly for his answer. From time to time, a meteor with a brilliant tail would streak across the sky.

He didn't wait for a reply, because Wu Zhi glanced casually in his direction, and then Song Guicheng heard a sneer: "Who?"

The wind around him instantly turned into a sharp blade, piercing through the darkness and cutting towards him.

"Ah!" Song Guicheng suddenly opened his eyes and lay on the bed gasping violently.

Is it a dream?

Song Guicheng sat up and felt a cold sweat on his forehead.

"Mom!" Xiaohua ran in from outside, shouting as she ran, "Wake up! Wake up!"