I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Pei Shuangjin noticed his abnormality, pulled him closer to her, and asked, "Are you still going in?"

Song Guicheng, who was deeply lost in thought, staggered and suddenly got close to Pei Shuangjin's black coat. The faint aura from Pei Shuangjin surrounded him unexpectedly, and Song Guicheng finally came back to his senses.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he managed to calm his mind. He let out a long breath and quoted the classic Chinese saying: "Now that I'm here..."

Now that I'm here, it would be a shame if I don't find out something.

Pei Shuangjin: ...

He thought it was an illusion that Song Guicheng didn't value his life very much, but now he found it was true. When facing danger, this kid always had the mentality of a naughty kid who "knowingly goes to the mountain of tigers".

Song Guicheng suppressed his frantically beating heart, held Pei Shuangjin's hand and said, "Let's go and take a look."

The two of them cheered themselves up and slowly walked towards the door.

"Tread, step, step"

With every step, the wooden board creaked under the heavy weight.

Their footsteps mixed with the sound of rain hitting the glass, creating a dull rhythm in the dark house.

The door was closed, but there was no lock, and it opened when the handle was turned.

"Creaky", the door made a slow groan, and the light from the doorway cast into the room bit by bit, but it could only illuminate the place under Song Guicheng's feet.

It was even darker inside the door than in the main room. The darkness filled every corner of the room, as thick as a sticky liquid, making people subconsciously hold their breath, as if they would drown in this unfathomable darkness in the next second.

Song Guicheng's heartbeat became more and more rapid. He closed his palms, and nervousness and panic quietly occupied a corner of his heart. It was not because of the darkness in the room, but because of some indescribable uneasiness.

However, Song Guicheng's life motto is that the more you fear something, the more you must face it.

He lowered his eyes and twirled his fingers. After thinking for a moment, he went straight in and turned on the light. "Click", the light came on, and the scene in the room appeared in front of the two of them.

A window, a nailed-down window.

Song Guicheng was slightly stunned.

The windows in the room were blocked by a few rotten wooden boards. Not only the windows, but almost half of the wall was nailed with wooden boards, as if they were guarding against something, fearing that it would slip in through the windows.

The room was cramped and crowded, with cracks on the walls, which had been pickled gray-brown by dust and moisture. The steel bed and the table and chairs took up most of the space, and the remaining floor was neatly piled with shoes, clothes, papers, and some small things collected from who knows where.

Song Guicheng looked for a place to stay and slowly walked to the bed.

The curtains were bunched up in a pitiful heap, but they were not dirty. However, upon closer inspection, a few bloodstains were discovered.

Song Guicheng looked up again and carefully observed the wooden boards. The smell of decay came over him in waves, and he found the same bloodstains on several of the boards.

The blood stains oxidize into brown stains, which cannot be seen without careful observation.

"What happened?" Song Guicheng looked between the board and the curtain, "Did he hit his hand when he was nailing the board?"

Pei Shuangjin was also thinking. He searched the room and finally walked to the desk. The desk was made of several pieces of wood. It didn't even have a proper drawer. The things inside were clearly visible.

There was a layer of gray table paper on the table. There was not much on it, just an old table lamp, a cup used as a pen holder, and a few small toys. However, they were all missing limbs and had dull colors. They must have been picked up from outside.

Song Guicheng opened the curtains and found that not only what he had just seen, but even the bottom of the curtains was stained with blood. The blood was much darker than those smears, spreading in deep and shallow waves on the blue curtains, which was shocking. If it was just hitting his hand, it would not cause such a large amount of bleeding.

The quilt on the bed next to me was folded neatly at the end of the bed, with the corners tucked neatly under the mattress.

Pei Shuangjin bent down to look at the table, where there were several bundles of test papers and draft papers neatly stacked. He reached out and touched it, and there was no dust.

"The room is very clean inside," Song Guicheng walked to Pei Shuangjin, took out the pile of test papers and draft papers, opened them and took a look, "It's completely different from outside, strange..."

Generally speaking, a person will maintain his or her hygiene habits throughout, so that one place is not dirty and messy like a dilapidated house, while another place is neat and tidy and out of place.

What is the reason behind this?

While Song Guicheng was thinking, he flipped through the test papers and draft papers in his hand. The scores on the test papers were all terrible. The poor students were praising him, and he was almost a failure.

The draft paper was full of calculations, meaningless sentences and random doodles. Song Guicheng took a quick look and found that few of the math calculations were correct.

He was shocked. Poor grades didn't really matter, but getting such a simple calculation wrong clearly showed that there was something wrong with his attitude...

"Hmm?" Song Guicheng paused, turned the draft paper two pages forward, stared at the pattern on it for a while, then took out the yellowed draft paper and handed it to Pei Shuangjin next to him, "Look."

Among the dense calculation formulas, there is a small picture of a tram. It is a simple sketch drawn with a fountain pen. The vivid pattern is sketched out with just a few strokes. There is also a short section of railway track in front of the tram.

After experiencing Zhongye’s death last night, Song Guicheng was very sensitive to this pattern.

Pei Shuangjin narrowed his eyes, and his dark eyes revealed a thoughtful look. He took the stack of draft paper from Song Guicheng's hand, took out a pen from the pen holder, and read it carefully from front to back, bending down from time to time to circle something.

Song Guicheng stood by and watched his movements. As the tip of the pen moved, the patterns on the first few pieces of draft paper were circled one by one.

There are groups of little people, clusters of cherry trees, single-family houses, fields...all things that can be seen everywhere in daily life.

He couldn't see any connection between them for the time being, so he gave up thinking and started searching for the books piled on the ground.

Those books are more like a collection of pages stitched together than books. Some stories only have half of their contents and cannot be found at the end, some pages are so dirty that you can't tell what they are about, and some are just small fragments. These damaged and discarded things were collected by "Song Guicheng" as if they were treasures, and they were well taken care of.

Song Guicheng was impressed by his patience while trying to find useful information. Some of the books had probably not been read for a long time and felt a little damp in his hands.

"Have you found anything?" Pei Shuangjin walked over and asked.

Song Guicheng shook his head: "No, I don't think there's anything special."

Pei Shuangjin couldn't figure out any clues from the patterns on the draft paper, so he simply put down his pen and started searching with Song Guicheng.

The two of them quickly searched through the pile of books, but unfortunately they didn't find what they wanted, so they made a prompt decision and searched under the bed, on the desk, and in the corners and crevices of the room.

"This?" Song Guicheng found a notebook with a light gray cover flattened by wire mesh at the bottom of the mattress.

Pei Shuangjin moved closer, and the two of them sat directly on the small bed and opened the first page.

The yellowed paper had black handwriting. I didn't know if it was because of the poor quality of the ink or the humidity, but the words seemed a little blurred, like faint black clouds spreading across the fading twilight.

Only a few lines of poetry were recorded above:

"Inside a tree, there is another tree that is not yet visible. Now its top is trembling in the wind.

Inside a tree, there is another tree that is not yet visible. Its uterus is now being filled with fresh blood.

Song Guicheng and Pei Shuangjin looked at each other and both sensed some doubt in each other's eyes.

The first paragraph of the poem is quite fresh and elegant, but the second paragraph becomes a bit weird and horrifying to read.

Pei Shuangjin tapped the ink with his fingertips, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "I remember these lines. They come from a not-so-famous short poem. He seems to have cut out a large section in the middle and slightly rewrote it based on that poem."

Even though Song Guicheng read a lot of books, it was impossible for him to know everything. This short poem touched upon his blind spot in knowledge. He asked, "Do you still remember the specific content of that poem?"

Pei Shuangjin shook his head slowly: "It's been too long, I don't remember much, but I remember what the poem was praising."

Song Guicheng: "What?"

"Life, reproduction, love, hope."

Pei Shuangjin's every word was clear, penetrating the noisy sound of rain hitting the roof. His voice seemed calm and crisp in the dimly lit room.

Upon hearing this, Song Guicheng remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head and read the second paragraph of the poem again. The more he read, the more he felt that this paragraph had nothing to do with the words Pei Shuangjin said.

It is contrary to the reproduction of life and has nothing to do with the hope of love.

The choice of words and sentences only reveals a glimpse of bloodiness and madness.

But based on just these few words, we cannot determine the character of the person who wrote it.

The two suppressed their doubts and continued to flip through the pages.