I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

In room 3, Wang Huixiao woke up.

Fortunately, she did not lose her mind and returned to normal. She sat in a corner, looking depressed and ashen.

Zhou Ting and Feng Qian, who had been doing nothing, stepped forward and helped her to the bed. In just a few steps, Wang Huixiao almost fell to the ground several times.

She just sat obediently on the bed, her hands on her knees, and a rare look of helplessness appeared on her usually cold face, like a child who had done something wrong and didn't know what to do.

Zheng Jiyan frowned, seeming a little reluctant, but the task had to continue: "Ms. Wang, can you tell me what happened at that time?"

"At that time..." Wang Huixiao's tone was difficult. She looked at Zheng Jiyan blankly and fell into memories.

This morning, after Song Guicheng and Zheng Jiyan went out, they were seen by Wang Huixiao who was standing by the window.

She looked at the two people's backs walking away and disappearing in the gray rain, and felt a little depressed.

Although we know rationally that it is impossible for players to be completely honest with each other and share all clues, it is always inevitable emotionally. Everyone is in the same copy, but the progress is completely different.

She was strong-willed by nature and rarely felt the frustration of being left far behind, so she suggested to Li Ranli: "Let's look for more clues in the hotel."

Song Guicheng and his companions' outing gave her some inspiration. She speculated that the copy would change on rainy days. Such changes were not limited to outside the hotel. There might also be new discoveries inside the hotel.

Li Ranli had no problem. After all, too few clues were better than too many. So the two of them began to explore the hotel.

They started from the second floor and searched every corner. Li Ranli even opened the door of Room 8, but unfortunately did not find anything unusual.

The damp wood gave off a rotten smell, and the two of them went downstairs on the creaking stairs.

I don’t know if it was their illusion, but after stepping onto the first floor, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter. It was a subtle change, as if the vitality in the air was suddenly sucked away, leaving only a pool of stagnant water; even the sound of rain became much duller.

Li Ranli and Wang Huixiao looked at each other and knew that a change had occurred.

They held props in their hands and took cautious steps.

There was not much space on the first floor, and it was visible at a glance. There was a stained dining table and chairs, wood and a soup pot piled cluttered in the fireplace, and a half-person-high table was placed against the wall next to the kitchen door, on which were messy jars and old trinkets.

Everything seemed so normal, but as they were experienced, they knew that danger was often hidden beneath the calm surface, and their vigilance was at its highest level.

It was dark outside, with only dim light coming in from the small windows. Most places were hidden in gloomy shadows. Li Ranli and Wang Huixiao walked forward tentatively, one in front and one behind, sticking close to the wall in small steps.

To their surprise, nothing strange happened. There was only the sound of raindrops hitting the windows. Even the tense moment at the beginning seemed to be an illusion of the two.

It wasn't until the two of them reached the door of the hostess's room that they heard a voice coming from inside.

It was a scream from a human being, so distorted that it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. All one knew was that it was an unconscious scream. Every syllable was filled with despair and fear, like a sharp needle, piercing the hearts of the two people who heard it outside the door.

The cry should have been sharp and piercing, but it was trapped in the room, as if immersed in deep water, decadent and heavy.

The two were stunned. They had never expected to encounter such a situation.

"Do you want to go in and take a look?" Wang Huixiao asked Li Ranli using sign language.

The two of them specially learned sign language, which is very useful in situations where no sound can be made.

Li Ranli also replied in sign language: "Wait a little longer, I don't know what's going on inside."

In fact, the person screaming inside the door is most likely not a normal person. Except for Song Guicheng and Zheng Jiyan who went out, the other players should all stay in the room.

They were waiting here, mostly because they wanted to hear if there would be any other sounds inside besides the screams.

The screams from inside the door suddenly stopped after reaching their peak, as if being strangled by an invisible hand. The air became slow and stagnant as the sounds stopped, and the two of them subconsciously slowed down their breathing.

After a while, another sound came from inside, but this time it was not a violent scream, but a whimpering sob like a little animal: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, it hurts so much, is there anyone who can save me, it hurts so much..."

It was a helpless little boy crying.

Li Ranli's expression froze slightly. She turned to look at Wang Huixiao. Sure enough, she saw Wang Huixiao standing there in a daze, staring at the door stupidly.

She thought to herself that something was wrong, and immediately took Wang Huixiao's hand and ran back to the room upstairs with her.

Although everyone had returned to the room, the child's crying seemed to still be ringing in Wang Huixiao's ears, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

Li Ranli said nervously, "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, are you okay?" She shouted while pinching Wang Huixiao's hand.

"I'm fine," Wang Huixiao pulled her hand away and rubbed her forehead, "I just felt that the child's crying sounded very familiar, exactly the same as before."

She had a violent father, a weak mother, and a very unhappy childhood.

The dark experiences in childhood will always become the background color of future life and the fear in our subconscious mind.

Her strong and overly unsociable personality is one of the sequelae of childhood trauma.

These things will become psychological loopholes, giving the ghosts in the copy an opportunity to take advantage.

Li Ranli looked at her worriedly. Wang Huixiao didn't know it herself, but her complexion was very bad, grayish-white, and she looked like she would fall down in the next second.

"Go get some sleep and rest. The voice will talk to them when they come back."

Li Ranli tidied up Wang Huixiao's bed and asked her to come up and have a rest. At the same time, she also made up her mind to inform other players about this matter. After all, this was not a problem that could be solved by the two of them alone.

Wang Huixiao took off her shoes and said, "Don't tell them yet. They haven't told us a lot of clues. I'll go down and see if there are any other discoveries. Only then can we get more clues."

Li Ranli agreed verbally, but in her heart she was thinking that she must keep a close eye on her and not let her go down, otherwise something might happen.

"Xiaoxiao, you don't have to do everything by yourself," Li Ranli looked at Wang Huixiao's back, hesitant to speak, "Occasionally cooperating with other players will get twice the result with half the effort."

Wang Huixiao did not answer her immediately. After a while, she said, "How can we be sure of their character? If you rely on mountains, the mountains will fall. If you rely on people, they will run away. It is best to rely on yourself."

"That's true," Li Ranli touched her hair, not knowing how to persuade Wang Huixiao, "but you can't handle everything, and you don't have to handle everything by yourself. Humans are social animals, and learning to cooperate is a necessary skill for survival."

In a harsh environment, everyone tends to stick together for warmth. Those who prefer to work alone become the outliers, and it will be more difficult for outliers to gain trust. Unless they are so strong that they do not need to cooperate at all, the vicious cycle will continue.

Wang Huixiao said: "I still have you. Let's form a team. I am not alone."

Li Ranli smiled a little, but it was soon replaced by sadness: "But I might die in a dungeon someday, what will happen then?"

"I will then continue to look for new friends while completing dungeons," Wang Huixiao buried her head in the quilt, her voice muffled, "I have limited energy, and can only deal with one friend at a time."

"Hey, you deal with me so well, but you don't even feel sad for me~" Li Ranli quietly stretched out her devil claws, pounced on Wang Huixiao accurately, and pinched her ticklish spot.

Wang Huixiao was so itchy that she had to hold back her laughter: "Otherwise, I will have to remain a widow for you? Do you deserve it?"

Li Ranli intensified her attack, using her hands all over her body. Wang Huixiao finally broke down and laughed out loud: "Alright, alright, alright, let's observe a three-second silence for you to pay tribute to our four years of friendship, okay?"

"I'm only worth three seconds?" Li Ranli let go of her hand, sighed, and pretended to be melancholy, "Heartless woman~"

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and Wang Huixiao couldn't resist the sleepiness and gradually fell asleep.