I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng climbed up with the help of Pei Shuangjin. There were several streaks of blood on the ground, which flowed all the way under the seat. His clothes were even more horrible, stained with bright red. They definitely could not be washed clean.

He looked around and was glad that there was no one in the car, otherwise he would not be able to explain it even with ten mouths.

and many more.

Song Guicheng suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar piece of clothing in the corner of the other side of the carriage. He turned around and looked carefully, and actually saw Nakano hiding in the corner and shivering.

Nakano is fat and strong, but at this moment he is trying to curl himself up into a ball, which looks a bit funny.

Song Guicheng tugged at Pei Shuangjin's sleeve and raised his chin to signal him to look over there. Pei Shuangjin followed his gaze and saw Zhongye. The two looked at each other, their eyes revealing the same meaning - why is he not dead yet?

Nakano didn't know if he was scared silly or what, but the big noise from Song Guicheng didn't attract his attention.

He hugged himself and curled up into a ball, muttering to himself, repeating the same sentence: "Bitch, bitch, bitch..." I don't know if he was cursing Sato Misaki or Suzuki Yukina, but it made people feel uncomfortable. Song Guicheng frowned slightly, but ignored him.

Anyway, judging from the current situation, he won't survive the night, so there's no need to go through the trouble of provoking a mentally ill person.

The two men hastily cleaned up the blood splattered in the tram. It was cold at midnight and some of the blood had already coagulated into brown solid lumps. The scene looked like a horrific murder scene.

Pei Shuangjin didn't let Song Guicheng do it. He squatted down and wiped the floor. His handkerchief was soon soaked with blood. He glanced at the mottled floor and said, "It can't be wiped clean."

"It's okay, the blood should disappear on its own."

Song Guicheng's voice was a little weak. He sat on the chair and leaned against the railing, silently enduring the dizziness in his head. The copy had its own way of dealing with blood and corpses, so it was okay even if he ignored it.

Pei Shuangjin was not surprised by what Song Guicheng said, but nodded calmly: "I understand."

"We have arrived at Yamaeicho Station. Please take your personal belongings and prepare to get off the train."

The broadcast echoed in the empty carriage. The tram slowly pulled into the platform, and the sound of its wheels rolling over the rails was a very discordant sound.

"Click", extremely short and sharp, like the footsteps lingering up from the empty valley of hell, flowing into Song Guicheng's ears along with the cold wind, making people feel cold all over.

He shuddered and turned his head to see Nakano, who had looked like an idiot just now, reacting to the words "Yamaeichou Station". He used all fours to get up from the ground and staggered towards the door.

Only then did Song Guicheng realize that Nakano's home was right at Yamaeicho Station.

Looking at Nakano's swaying yet unwavering figure, Song Guicheng felt a little complicated. The shadow of fear could not erase a person's obsession to go home, but he made a girl lose the opportunity to go home forever.

Song Guicheng sighed, and the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that someone had sent him a text message.

He frowned slightly. It was already 12:12 and he wondered who would send him a message so late.

Song Guicheng opened the screen. As the mobile phone software jumped, black words suddenly jumped into Song Guicheng's eyes. They were all densely packed with "ありがとうありがとうありがとうありがとう..."

The black font suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, without any spacing or punctuation, just repeating "Thank you". Song Guicheng flipped through it a few times and found that the following content was exactly the same, repeating over and over again. After reading it for a long time, it seemed like meaningless garbled text, occupying the entire small white screen on the phone, revealing a bit of weirdness.

Song Guicheng flipped through the pages again, only to find that the text message seemed to have no end. Black and white jumped and flashed, like the snowy screen of an old broken TV, dazzling the eyes.

He glanced at the sender, and four big words suddenly came into view: Suzuki Yukina.

Song Guicheng's hand holding the phone tightened, and a chill spread from his fingertips to his whole body. His breathing stopped slightly.

But what made him shudder was not the sender, but the time behind it - the text message was sent at 1:21 am on January 12st twelve years ago!

It was completely different from the early spring season now, when January was the end of winter.

How could it be... Song Guicheng was almost stunned, staring at the text message motionlessly.

Pei Shuangjin asked: "What's wrong?"

Song Guicheng handed the phone over. When Pei Shuangjin noticed the time, he couldn't help but stand there in a daze. He also subconsciously kept scrolling down the text message, wanting to see if there were any changes.

At this moment, the two heard a "click" and the sound of the car door was stuck.

Song Guicheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw the obese Nakano kneeling at the door, raising his upper body to reach for something, but was caught in the waist by the slowly closing tram door.

For some reason, Song Guicheng felt a strange feeling in his heart. He took two steps closer and saw a soft gray scarf, which shone softly under the dim light in the tram station, but was quickly blown away by the wind. It was the scarf he had worn today!

He actually appeared here...

Before Nakano walked out of the car, his attention was attracted by the scarf that fell on the roadside. The scarf looked to be of good quality and expensive. Although it fell next to the railway track, it was not picked up by anyone and it was not damaged. Instead, it was intact.

The big, red-red brand logo is like a hundred-dollar bill on the ground. Very few people can even look at it, but people like Nakano can't resist the temptation to pick it up.

I'll just take a look, Nakano thought.

He bent down as if possessed by a ghost, wanting to pick up the scarf, but at this moment a gust of cold wind blew, and the scarf flew away with the wind. Nakano became anxious, and leaped out regardless of anything, trying to grab it tightly.

"Click", a strange sound penetrated Nakano's eardrum, like a warning that the tram door was about to close, or like the sound of a bone breaking.

Nakano didn't know why he had such an association, but by the time he reacted, he was already trapped tightly by the car door and couldn't move.

The cold touch of the iron door caused his entire body to shiver. For some reason, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to begin to drop rapidly, and the coldness cut into his skin like a steel knife.

The strong sense of crisis made him tremble uncontrollably - he seemed to be dying.

Nakano's eyes widened in horror and he struggled violently, but the clamp around his waist took away most of his strength. His hands and feet flapped in the air in vain, like a fish out of water, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

The train door was still mercilessly closed, and the fat on Nakano's waist was forced to shrink, squeeze, and compact until he couldn't breathe. Oxygen was slowly drained from his lungs, like a huge rock pressing heavily on him. The feeling of suffocation was terrible, but what was even more terrible was the severe pain in his waist. He could clearly hear the sound of his skin and flesh being cut.

“Help… Help me… Ahhhhh… I, I don’t want to die… Ahhhhh——” He cried for help miserably, but his blocked trachea made it impossible for him to make any sound, and the last part of his voice turned into a hoarse sound.

An inexplicable force forced his head down, and he watched helplessly as the flesh and bones around his waist were crushed by the tram door with "click, click, click". Fat, flesh and bone fragments fell from his waist, and blood covered the ground.

He is dying! He is really dying!!

Nakano could only watch in vain, watching his waist being cut off bit by bit, watching the blood flow freely, watching the god of death approaching him little by little.

But there was nothing he could do.