I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

On the way back, the atmosphere in the car was very quiet, and neither Chang Wenqi nor Jiang Chi spoke.

The street scene flashed through the car window, and Song Guicheng was a little absent-minded. Fan Qingrou's words made him realize that Yang Hanhai was actually not a human being at all, but a puppet.

No wonder it felt so strange when he stabbed Yang Hanhai's heart with the wine bottle that day.

But no one knows the answers to these questions: how did he transform from a puppet into a dungeon boss, and how did he create a dungeon and pull in 110 players to sacrifice for him?

Song Guicheng had some vague guesses in his heart about the person who was above the copy and looked down upon everything with pride - Gu Chaosheng.

"Where did you find her?" Song Guicheng asked.

Jiang Chi said: "That teahouse is also the property of our guild."

Song Guicheng: Oh, is this the kind of teahouse that has been around for more than five years but less than ten years?

Chang Wenqi tapped his hands on the steering wheel. "Almost all of those people have no ability to survive or are lazy by nature. They can only earn points by selling their bodies."

People who work there don't even have a contract to sell themselves. They can come if they want to and leave after saying goodbye. However, once you step in there, it is very difficult to get out.

After all, the worst thing is not physical disability, but the fact that spiritual independence has been completely destroyed in distorted desires.

"It's very difficult for them to start a new life on their own nowadays." Chang Wenqi said calmly, not at all surprised by the situation.

He took Song Guicheng back to the traveler, and then took Jiang Chi away.

On the way, Chang Wenqi said, "Do you really believe him? This guy is obviously hiding something."

Jiang Chi leaned one hand on the car window, staring at the changing scenery ahead, his eyes unclear, and said: "Everyone has his own secrets, and we are not completely honest with him."

That's true, Chang Wenqi didn't say anything more.

After a half-month long rest, Song Guicheng finished his last meal paid for by Jiang Chi and decided to enter the dungeon again.

Before pressing the silver-gray button, Song Guicheng counted the props on his body.

Although he said he was taking inventory, he actually didn't have anything.

The Tai Chi Bagua plate given as a novice reward, the amulet dropped from the "Dream and Villa" dungeon, and the little flower curled up in the pocket and sleeping soundly.

Song Guicheng thought for a moment and put his phone into his backpack.

This is the only thing that can be used freely inside and outside the copy. The mobile phone addicts are indeed a powerful group no matter where they are, Song Guicheng thought silently.

Press "Enter the copy" and a dialog box will pop up as usual, asking "Do you want to choose the difficulty yourself?"

Song Guicheng still chose no.

Currently he is still a low-level player. If nothing unexpected happens, he will not be matched with a very abnormal dungeon. He plans to save it until the time comes.

My body and mind were once again immersed in darkness...

[The copy is loading... The copy has been loaded successfully. ]

[Current instance: Ankang Orphanage]

[Type: Multiplayer Cooperative Dungeon]

[Difficulty: D level]

[Main Mission: Escape from the Orphanage]

[Clearance Reward: 500 Points]

[The live broadcast room has been opened, Soul Tracking Game wishes you a successful clearance]

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a deserted yard.

This is a large enclosed area with high walls all around, and the scenery outside cannot be seen.

He was standing on a deserted path, there were more than one person around him, and everyone was wearing the same clothes.

It was a white long-sleeved shirt with the words "Ankang Orphanage" printed in big red on the chest. Below the words were a row of black numbers. Song Guicheng looked down and saw 122 printed on his shirt.

The weather here seems to be approaching the end of winter, with a scene of withered yellow and dead leaves. Such thin clothes are not enough to keep out the cold.

After standing there for a few minutes, Song Guicheng felt the coldness invade him and couldn't help but rub his hands.

At the same time, he also sensed something was wrong.

He looked up and down and found that his palm had shrunk, and the people around him were all fifteen or sixteen years old, and the oldest was no more than 18 years old.

"Are you a player?" a boy walked up to him and asked.

Song Guicheng nodded and heard the boy say, "Me too."

I don’t know why, but all the players have reverted to the appearance of being fifteen or sixteen years old.

The boy's clothes also had a number printed on them, 108.

Looking at everyone's shrunken bodies, No. 108 frowned and said, "How come my -meter-tall legs have shrunk to this size!"

Song Guicheng: "..."

He hadn't thought about this. He only thought that the main mission this time was to escape from the orphanage, which sounded like a physical job, and the bodies of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds undoubtedly limited their speed and strength.

Song Guicheng counted and found that there were 18 people participating in this copy.

Although there is no sufficient evidence to prove that the difficulty is linked to the number of players, it usually means that more players participating means more deaths.

The players were talking to each other in low voices, feeling somewhat restless.

"Quiet! Quiet! What are you making so much noise for!"

Song Guicheng saw a man and a woman striding towards him from the end of the path.

The woman was fat, had vulgar manners, and was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, which made her look bloated. The man was the exact opposite of the woman, tall and thin, and all black from head to toe, like a pillar.

The one who was yelling just now was a woman. The players all quieted down and just looked at the two people in front of them quietly.

"Behave yourself now, you little bastard!" the woman cursed, glancing sideways at him from time to time, "Follow me!"

Song Guicheng quickened his pace and followed.

“In this horrible weather, you still have to come out to pick someone up…” The woman seemed very indignant, her big feet stomping on the ground loudly.

The man walked side by side with her, saying nothing but keeping an eye on the players behind him.

The expression on his face couldn't be called ferocious, but the deep meaning in it was chilling.

The woman rubbed her nose with her hands, and a sticky sound of snot came out of her nostrils: "These children are not bad, at least they have healthy limbs..."

Hearing the woman's strange words, Song Guicheng couldn't help but look up at her twice.

The man noticed Song Guicheng's gaze, poked the woman, signaling her to stop talking, and then glanced at Song Guicheng.

The woman came up and grabbed Song Guicheng without saying a word, and slapped him twice on the face.

Song Guicheng was beaten so hard that he felt dizzy and had tinnitus. He shook his head and looked up, only to see a pair of small eyes squeezed by fat.

He was fifteen or sixteen years old and not very strong. He was shorter than other children of the same age and was carried in the woman's hands like a chick.

"What are you looking at! Do you need someone to teach you how to walk?!" The woman spat at him and threw him to the ground.

Song Guicheng lost his balance and fell to the ground, with wet sand and gravel staining his clothes.

Some of the players watched the show coldly, while others did not dare to go up to help him because of the presence of women.

Song Guicheng felt the burning pain on his face. He rubbed his buzzing head hard and slowly got up from the ground.

The team was getting farther and farther away, and he dragged his body to catch up.

At the end of the path, there were several bungalows arranged irregularly. Except for the one in the middle, the gates of the other houses were locked, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

The woman led them into the lighted room. The temperature inside was a little higher than outside, but not much better. The players were still shivering with their arms clasped.

Song Guicheng was the last one to walk in. The woman looked at him sideways, snorted heavily, and then slammed the door shut, making the wooden door creak from the shaking joints.

Song Guicheng gently brushed off the sand and dirt on his body and observed the house without leaving any trace.

There was only one lamp in the room, and the pale yellow light poured down from above, illuminating only a small area. One could see the paper-pasted walls and the tables and chairs in the living room.

The man stood in front of them, looking down at the players, and said, "You will live here from now on. Eat, study, and sleep on time. Everyone has their own number. Don't make any mistakes or mix them up, okay?"

This should be the hint given by the NPC. Song Guicheng looked at everyone's numbers, which were arranged in order from No. 105 onwards, ending with Song Guicheng's No. 122.

The man looked at the timid children, who seemed quite satisfied with the results of his teaching. He nodded slightly and said to the woman, "Take them to dinner."