I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng leaned his back against the door. In the darkness, his vision was slowly blurring.

He thought he could get some clues from the conversation between the two, but he was left completely confused.

He heard Yang Hanhai call Gu Chaosheng "Lord". Gu Chaosheng was a higher-level existence than the copy boss. This did not surprise him, and it could even be said to be expected.

What he cared about was what Gu Chaosheng said, "the eternity you want". What kind of eternity did Yang Hanhai want? Everlasting life?

Yang Hanhai looks handsome and elegant, but his killing method is cruel, and there is no trace of the crime process, unlike the previous copy, where it can be inferred from various traces.

He can even kill people right under the player's nose without being detected.

Ding Mengqi died as expected, in a very miserable way. Her skin was peeled off, revealing the red texture of her muscles, and she was hung on the bed in the room, facing the place where Kong Jianzhang died.

The white rose symbolizes pure love, but this couple, who were full of calculations and interests, finally died under their own desires.

"It's a good death." Wan Yongyi looked at Ding Mengqi's body. This couple was sticky together all day long, and in the end they even died in the same place.

The scarlet corpse irritated the player's eyes. Song Guicheng didn't pay much attention to how she died. What he wanted to know was what killed Ding Mengqi.

Both she and Kong Jianzhang died in bed, even in the same position. If the rose was the condition of death, then what about the tool that killed them?

Song Guicheng thought so, and lay down to look under the bed. The bed here was the simplest iron frame bed, and the bottom of the bed was made of iron wire, and the scene under the bed was clearly visible.

He reached out and touched it, and the damp liquid wet his hand. He took it out and saw that it was just ordinary water.

He frowned, and without caring whether the bed was dirty or not, he put half of his body in. The deeper he went, the more water there was, and it all accumulated in the corner at the foot of the bed.

The light there was dim and Song Guicheng couldn't see clearly. He subconsciously wanted to reach for his cell phone to turn on the flashlight, but found nothing.

Yes, he is a poor guy now who can’t even afford a mobile phone.

Song Guicheng lamented his poverty and asked, "Who can lend me a cell phone?"

"Me, me, me." Wan Yongyi immediately handed over his cell phone.

After opening it, Song Guicheng could finally see clearly under the bright light.

There was no cement seal between the tiles and the wall in the corner. He reached out and dug a little, and found that there was actually a small piece of mud.

A humid environment is conducive to the growth of climbing plants, and climbing plants will strive to climb upwards because of their light-loving characteristics.

"Fuck, this is too unbelievable..." Du Chenyu was stunned.

Of course this is impossible in the real world, but in the copy, everything is possible.

"Anyway, let's go back and check. It's best to keep the indoor environment fresh and dry." Song Guicheng said.

The drainage here is so bad that it creates an environment that is conducive to the growth of vines, but also makes the drainage even worse.

Wan Yongyi, who was a little depressed yesterday, seemed to be cheered up today and ate 5 meat buns for breakfast.

Everyone looked at him in amazement, and he picked up the sixth one: "Even if I die, I will never die of hunger!" As he said this, he took a big bite.

Song Guicheng is not worried about him starving to death, but is a little worried that he will die of overeating.

When Song Guicheng woke up in the morning, he didn't see Gu Chaosheng. He thought he wouldn't see him again today. Unexpectedly, when he came back after breakfast, he saw the man sitting quietly on the sofa, reading a book.

This figure overlapped with the one from last night, except that it was less oppressive.

"Good morning." Song Guicheng said.

Gu Chaosheng nodded calmly: "Morning."

He sat there quietly, his aura like a night without stars or moon, distant and remote.

Song Guicheng was a little curious about what his purpose was in appearing in this copy and whether any of the dead players were caused by him.

But curiosity was not stronger than his desire to survive. The other party did not reveal his identity. He just wanted to leave Gu Chaosheng alone.

There are still two days until the wedding, and the players are waiting anxiously, unconsciously looking at the time over and over again.

After a simple lunch, Yang Hanhai took out two bags of invitations from somewhere and said, "I'd also like to trouble you to distribute them to the neighbors downstairs."

Players have been seeing less and less of him in the past two days, and he seems to be actively preparing for his wedding.

Wan Yongyi and Song Guicheng each carried a bag, and the remaining six players stood in the corridor and untied the bags. Du Chenyu took one out and looked at it curiously.

"Ah——" He screamed and threw the invitation to the ground, saying in horror, "Damn, that thing can be called an invitation?"

The players' eyes fell on the invitation on the ground. Wang Rui's eyes widened suddenly: "How, how could someone's invitation be designed like this?"

The background paper is black, with a big "囍" character inlaid in a white round frame, and nothing else.

Song Guicheng was slightly stunned. If the word "囍" on the invitation was replaced with "甸", it would be the curtain used in the mourning hall.

The ominous premonition reached its peak at this moment.

Song Guicheng went forward, picked up the invitation and stuffed it back into his bag, saying, "Let's go."

No matter how anxious you are, the copy world will not show mercy to you.

This time, everyone did not choose to split up into teams, but instead acted together as six people. Although the speed of sending invitations would be slower, it was relatively safer.

The elevator ran silently, making a "ding" sound every time it stopped at a floor. This time, no one came to open the door when they knocked, so the players could only leave the invitations at the door.

The sun was blazing down on the earth, and the scorching sun shone straight in through the windows of the corridor. The inescapable heat was entangled in people and made them feel upset.

"I'm so thirsty. I really want to drink some water." Du Chenyu was sweating profusely. He gasped after walking a few steps and looked really uncomfortable.

They walked all the way from the 18th floor to the 8th floor, delivering the packages to each household. It took them about two or three hours.

The sultry air evaporates the energy in people's bodies, making them feel listless.

"I really can't stand it anymore!" Du Chenyu kept complaining all the way.

Wan Yongyi said: "If you can't stand it, just go back and drink some water. Who is stopping you?"

"Just bear with it, it will probably be finished in another half an hour." Ding Xiang comforted her. Her voice was a little hoarse, probably due to lack of water.

Du Chenyu rarely responded and walked towards the elevator in a crooked manner, with his limbs very uncoordinated.

Song Guicheng immediately stepped forward to support him. He was sweating heavily, his face was flushed, and his breathing was rapid.

"Du Chenyu, are you suffering from heatstroke?" Song Guicheng asked in a raised voice.

But Du Chenyu was a little confused and his body was limp and about to fall down.

"This won't work," Song Guicheng turned around, "We need to take him upstairs to drink some water and let him rest."

Seeing that no players came forward and Du Chenyu's condition was getting worse, Song Guicheng gritted his teeth, stuffed the invitation in the bag into Wan Yongyi's hand, and said, "I'll take him up, and I'll leave the rest to you."

After saying that, he helped Du Chenyu into the elevator.

[Why did the anchor save him? I don’t like him]

[I think it's okay, I'm just a little timid and a little mean sometimes, but I don't do anything else.]

[No feeling, I don’t like this kind of anchor who is too saintly]

[If someone doesn’t save someone from death, you call him heartless and ungrateful. If someone saves someone, you call him a saint. Fine, fine, I let you say all the words.]

[Xiao Chengzi is not going to save everyone regardless of their position. What's wrong with helping as much as you can?]

……

There was a heated argument in the barrage about whether Song Guicheng should save Du Chenyu, but as he was supporting Du Chenyu, he had only one feeling at the moment: the young man's vitality was draining away at a rapid rate.