I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Sure enough, nothing happened in the second half of the night, and the remaining 12 players went downstairs on time to have breakfast.

The bloodstains and pieces of flesh on the piano were all gone, and it was as bright as new, as if everything that happened last night was just their illusion.

Zhou Ding and Yue Yan looked haggard, with dark circles under their eyes, as if they hadn't slept all night. Man Long, on the other hand, was full of energy and didn't seem to be affected at all.

There were actually eggs on the table, which was a delicacy for the players who had only eaten porridge and biscuits for the past three days.

The couple did not show up this morning. Even though there was such a loud noise on the first floor last night, they did not come out to take a look.

Shi Sui ate two eggs in one breath, then wiped his mouth with satisfaction: "Let's go to the second floor and take a look."

Everyone went up to the second floor. The layout of the room where Qu Jiabao lived was similar to the other rooms, with two large beds, two bedside tables, a wardrobe, and a flower pot on the wardrobe.

There is a Clivia planted in the flowerpot, which is elegant and graceful, with festive and gorgeous flowers, which is out of tune with the gloomy atmosphere of the room.

Song Guicheng noticed this abrupt decoration at a glance.

Shi Sui nudged Xu Chongchuan, who was standing next to him, with his elbow and raised his head to signal, "Take that down and let us see."

The herbaceous flower Clivia has delicate and easily broken fleshy roots. Such a root system cannot be dry or wet, so when planting, use loose and breathable soil.

The soil in the pot in front of me is too moist, but strangely, the flowers are blooming very well, and the bright red color is like a burning flame.

At Shi Sui's suggestion, Xu Chongchuan pulled out the Clivia in the flowerpot by its roots, and then they saw the fingers buried under the flowerpot.

They were fragmented and scattered, rotten by the microorganisms in the soil, and like Qu Jiabao's, they were cut into pieces.

[I said there was something wrong with this pot of flowers]

[If I had turned over this pot of flowers on the day I moved in, maybe nothing would have happened.]

[Come on, they don’t have a God’s perspective, who knows if moving that flower pot will not be a condition for death]

[Does this copy really have a death condition? I feel like my sister kills people indiscriminately? ]

[Impossible, this would mean a doomed outcome for the dungeon]

……

"Damn..." Zhou Ding exclaimed in a daze.

However, perhaps the impact of yesterday's decapitation was too great, the pile of broken fingers in front of him didn't seem so scary.

Even Xu Lan dared to stretch her neck to take a look.

Red is supposed to be a color full of passion, vitality and power, giving life and vigor to everything. But the color of the Clivia is just the opposite, it heralds harm and death.

They found a part of their sister again, at the cost of losing a teammate, but no one showed a look of pity on their face.

Zhou Ding felt relieved that he had survived a disaster. He murmured, "Now that we have found it, does that mean no more people will die in this room?"

...Everyone thought of Miao Mingjie who died suddenly in the toilet.

Yi Xiaoting seemed very interested in the flower. She squatted beside the flower pot and observed it carefully for a long time. She even reached out to touch the leaves and petals.

Yang Jie was still frightened and went forward to pull her away.

It was Song Guicheng who once again went to inform Sui Shunan, but this time he did not let Sui Shunan face it alone. Instead, he stood by and watched him silently clean up his sister's broken limbs.

Sui Shunan looked very calm, his eyes were indifferent and his expression was numb. He cleaned up very carefully, like a silent pantomime.

Song Guicheng helped him move the Clivia back into the pot because he had seen this flower many times in his sister's paintings.

The flower language of Clivia is just like its name, symbolizing gentleness, modesty and courtesy, but if you keep it at home, it actually has another meaning.

——Peace, joy, happiness and health.

Before leaving, Sui Shunan suddenly stopped beside Song Guicheng, reached into his pocket with his other hand, and then handed something to him.

Song Guicheng subconsciously reached out to take it and found that it was the amulet he had given to Sui Shunan last time. The blood stains on the amulet had been washed very clean and it emitted a faint fragrance.

He was a little surprised and asked blankly: "For me?"

Sui Shunan did not answer his question, but walked out of the room holding the pot of Clivia.

At present, people have died in both rooms, and everyone got clues from the dead and found the bodies in the rooms.

Only the two rooms where Che Wen and Song Guicheng lived had not had any problems.

This is a sense of urgency like being tortured to death. They already know that something is bound to happen to someone, but they don't know who it will be or how it will happen.

There is a sword hanging over everyone's head, especially Yang Jie, Yi Xiaoting and Xu Lan.

Everyone went back to their rooms. As soon as they got back, Song Guicheng opened the picture album. Sure enough, the picture that originally only had a head had arms growing on it.

I don’t know what kind of paint was used, but the details are very realistic and if you look closely you can even see the texture of the skin.

As long as they find the sister's body, they can complete the picture. The moment the drawing paper is full, they will "find their sister".

Song Guicheng thought of the girl he saw that night, who had a head and a body but no limbs. So the body in their room might be his sister's.

He told the other three people his speculation, and said: "If we find the body before the person dies, the probability of something going wrong should be much smaller, right?"

Song Guicheng stood up and looked around the room. Several people decided to start searching. Zhang Yifan was the most active because he was the weakest person in the room.

Song Guicheng: No, actually I’m also a sucker.

They notified Che Wen and Yang Jie next door. Yang Jie kept thanking Song Guicheng as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and it seemed that she had decided to turn the room upside down.

Song Guicheng released the paper mannequin and told it to help find the girl's torso. The paper mannequin stood there without moving, and it was unknown whether it understood or not.

"I didn't expect that, Xiaochengzi, you actually employed child laborers~" Shi Sui deliberately dragged his tone and shook his head to the rhythm of his speech.

"Yes," Song Guicheng supported himself on his knees and stood up. "Call the police and have me arrested."

This made them all laugh out loud.

But joking aside, the work still needs to be done.

Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan were checking in the bathroom, while Zhang Yifan and Song Guicheng stayed outside. They were searching the room very attentively and didn't speak for a while.

"Song Guicheng," Zhang Yifan suddenly called him, "Do you think I can get out alive?"

Hearing the depression in his tone, Song Guicheng slowed down his movements in the closet and said, "Ye Yiru died because she went to the bathroom at night. Miao Mingjie's death is probably related to what she saw that night. Qu Jiabao probably died because he touched the piano."

Zhang Yifan was a little confused when he heard what he said: "So what?"

"Death is conditional and has signs," Song Guicheng touched each piece of clothing carefully, "You have neither triggered the conditions for death nor encountered any signs of death. You will get out alive."

His tone was so confident that it made people believe him. Zhang Yifan was stunned and said, "How do you know that I haven't triggered the death condition?"

Song Guicheng carefully sorted out the clothes that had just been messed up and said, "I was the first person to trigger the incident in this room." His tone was calm, "The girl I saw that night was a sign and also a threat."

His profile looked a little cold in the dim light, his head was slightly lowered, his body was a little hunched, and the tone of his voice was very steady.

Most people would have been panicked and at a loss if faced with such a thing, but Song Guicheng was calm and composed, as if what he was about to lose was not his life, but something insignificant.

Standing upright like a green bamboo, we welcome the unpredictable and even irresistible wind and rain.

Zhang Yifan smiled self-deprecatingly. When could he be so calm and composed even when faced with a catastrophe? Perhaps he would never be able to do so in his entire life.

But there was still one thing he could do, and he quickened his hands' movements.

——Try not to hold back!