I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng thought that there would be a series of accidents in the next two days, but he didn't expect that they spent these two days in peace.

But this did not make them feel relieved, as everyone understood that this was just the calm before the storm.

Song Guicheng also discovered something strange: Gu Chaosheng was actually picky about food!

The reason was that he added a few handfuls of vegetable grains, including corn, peas, and carrots, into the fried rice. As a result, while eating, Song Guicheng watched in amazement as Gu Chaosheng picked out all the peas from the fried rice.

He picked them all up one by one and put them into the waste plate without even thinking about the trouble.

Gu Chaosheng even said to him confidently: "Don't put this in your cooking next time."

Song Guicheng nodded and buried his head in his food, thinking to himself, there is no future, either I complete the dungeon or I die here, no matter what, we will never see each other again.

There is only tomorrow left, and the day after tomorrow is the wedding of Yang Hanhai and his fiancée.

Xiaohua asked Song Guicheng what marriage meant. Song Guicheng was stunned. He had never thought about this question before. He had never liked anyone.

"Mom, mom, what does marriage mean?" Xiaohua asked.

After Song Guicheng pondered for a moment, he said softly: "Marriage means that two people who love each other will accompany each other, protect each other, advance and retreat together, and never leave each other, regardless of poverty or wealth, health or illness."

"Two people grow together and make progress together. They are the softest part of each other's hearts, and they are also each other's support and retreat."

“It’s about being together for life, having a branch to lean on, standing shoulder to shoulder through thick and thin, and being steadfast and unwavering.”

Xiaohua nodded, as if she understood, then she took Song Guicheng's hand and said in a baby voice: "Then I want to marry mom and always be with her to protect her."

Song Guicheng gently rubbed her little paper face: "Thank you, Xiaohua."

The dim sunlight disappeared, the sky fell, and it became dark.

Apart from Wang Rui, there are only four players still awake, Song Guicheng, Haixi, Dingxiang, and Wan Yongyi. Except for himself, the other three are very experienced players, all above level D.

But he had a hunch that more people would die. The danger level of this dungeon was far beyond his imagination. The boss had no taboos when it came to killing people. Whoever he pointed at would die.

He turned over, feeling a rare surge of irritation in his heart. Among the remaining four people, he felt that the probability of his death was the highest.

Song Guicheng did not sleep well. He was dreaming. Many scenes flashed through his dream like a kaleidoscope of events. Scenes about his childhood and mother appeared in his mind in a chaotic and intertwined manner.

When he woke up, there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on his head. He just opened his eyes and looked at the white ceiling above his head, with one hand on his forehead, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, his eyes slowly moved from the lamp above his head to the clock hanging on the wall. It was not yet 6 o'clock.

He closed his eyes but couldn't fall asleep again, so he simply got up and made breakfast. He cooked some vegetable and shredded pork porridge and made some beef pancakes.

When I have something to do and my hands are busy, my heart gradually calms down.

Maybe it was because I was too anxious that even my dreams were affected.

[Xiao Chengzi seems to have good craftsmanship]

[Wife's attributes maxed out]

[I must talk about this before I die]

[My netizen, don’t try to gain eternal life with such a vow]

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You've crossed the line

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……

Three players gathered in the corridor, Song Guicheng, Ding Xiang, and Haixi, but one person was missing.

"Where is Wan Yongyi?" Dingxiang frowned and asked anxiously.

Song Guicheng also felt something was wrong. He reached out to knock on Wan Yongyi's door, and stood at the door and asked loudly: "Wan Yongyi, are you awake?"

After waiting for a while, Wan Yongyi's reply came from inside: "I'm awake. You guys go eat first. I'm going to the toilet."

His voice had a heavy and vague feeling. Song Guicheng frowned, but couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he could only remind him: "Then hurry up."

Today's task is to stick balloons. They need to inflate the balloons first, and then stick them one by one to the ceiling of the house and the corridor.

A few people decided to inflate some balloons first, and then stick them together while inflating them.

They were very reluctant to stay in Yang Hanhai's room. Although it was cooler than the corridor, the blade of death would fall at any time.

When they were concentrating on their work, Song Guicheng noticed that the bedroom door was open a crack, and a pair of eyes appeared through the crack. They belonged to the girl who was going to attend the wedding tomorrow.

But those eyes did not have the expectation and happiness of a bride, but instead contained an incomprehensible sadness. But soon, the door closed.

Song Guicheng pursed his lips and glanced at the two people beside him, but they didn't seem to notice.

Soon, all the balloons in the house were glued on.

There were colorful ribbons hanging underneath the colorful balloons, and the balloons were filled with sequins and fluorescent powder, shining brightly in the sun, giving the room a wedding atmosphere.

The three of them walked out of the room with the balloons. Ding Xiang put down the ribbon in her hand and said, "Why hasn't Wan Yongyi come out yet?"

They looked at each other and saw bad looks in each other's eyes.

Haixi acted decisively, stepped forward and kicked the door lock in half.

She looks cute and well-behaved, but I didn’t expect that there is such great energy hidden in her small body.

But Song Guicheng didn't care about being surprised now, and walked directly into Wan Yongyi's room. The room was very dark, and even the curtains were not drawn.

Seeing this scene, Song Guicheng's heart was already half cold, but he still called out softly: "Wan Yongyi, are you there?"

Haixi was standing by the door. He reached out and pressed the switch, and the light instantly illuminated the room.

There was no one on the bed. Song Guicheng lifted the quilt but did not see Wan Yongyi's body.

The house was spotless, like a murder scene that had been cleaned up, with no traces at all.

"Could the body have been dragged away?" Dingxiang guessed.

Haixi shook his head and looked around the room: "Look again."

The three of them searched the house and the bathroom but did not find Wan Yongyi, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

"Another one died." Song Guicheng murmured, but no one answered in the empty room.

Just as the three of them were about to leave, a light suddenly lit up from under the bed. The bright yellow light illuminated the bottom of the bed, which was exactly the color of the flashlight on the mobile phone.

Song Guicheng's movement of turning around froze. He turned around in surprise and looked under the bed with an incredible look on his face.

Haixi took two steps at a time and stepped over, reached in and searched for a while, then pulled something out from underneath.

It was a red balloon, almost the same as the one they had just stuck on the ceiling, except that the balloon was filled with neither sequins nor fluorescent powder, but Wan Yongyi's head.

His head was twisted at 90 degrees, his chin and the flesh on his neck were squeezed tightly together, his eyes and mouth were wide open in horror, staring straight ahead.

Song Guicheng's mind exploded, and Ding Xiang also stood there in a daze, obviously shocked and at a loss what to do about Wan Yongyi's bizarre death.

After a while, Song Guicheng felt the blood circulation in his body resumed. He walked over with stiff steps and looked at Haixi in silence.

The air in the room seemed to have been sucked out, making it hard to breathe.

[Ahhhhhhh, I was so scared, as soon as I opened the live broadcast, I saw a head, who understands]

[It is strongly recommended that the system come up with a mosaic function for automatic harmony]

[I can’t bear it, my heart really can’t bear it]

[Who invented this kind of copy?]

……

The blood on the wound of the severed head had turned into coagulated dark brown, and it was obvious that the person had been dead for some time. So what was the sound he heard this morning?

Recalling that strange vague feeling, Song Guicheng's hair stood on end.

After a long silence, Haixi spoke up: "Let's go, we haven't finished sticking the balloons yet."

The balloons have not been stuck yet, the copy has not ended, the sword of Ling Chi has not reached its final limit, and until the moment of passing the level, no one knows what the ending will be.