I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Everyone watched the woman's figure disappear into the darkness at the end of the corridor. After a long while, she gradually started to move.

"You were so awesome just now." No. 108 ran over to talk to him.

Song Guicheng looked weak, with a pale little face, pale lips, and black eyes that looked even bigger on his thin face, like two grape beads.

He originally thought that Song Guicheng was easy to bully, and he couldn't help but worry for him when No. 113 went to cause trouble for him. He didn't expect that Song Guicheng would report him in return.

Song Guicheng smiled at him, his big eyes curved up, looking cute and well-behaved: "It's fine to face scary NPCs in the dungeon, but if you're bullied by your teammates, you're doomed."

No. 108 nodded, agreeing with him.

He looked at No. 113 who was being helped onto the bed. The bloated boy had an ugly look on his face at the moment. He covered his bloated stomach with both hands and stared at Song Guicheng with resentment.

No. 108 poked Song Guicheng, raised his chin to No. 113 who was not far away and said, "Be careful, I feel he will cause trouble for you."

"Okay, I understand, thank you." Song Guicheng said.

No. 105, who had been silent the whole time, said, "Let's go wash up quickly. We still have some time to discuss the dungeon situation before lights out."

No. 105 is a tall girl, even taller than Song Guicheng in this copy. Although she looks childish, one can see a cool and elegant taste from her expression.

And No. 106 followed her closely, like a shadow.

Perhaps because of No. 105's brave performance in the dining room just now, the players did not object to her words, and seemed to have regarded her as the backbone of the team.

The bathroom was small and narrow, with a maximum of five people allowed in at a time. Song Guicheng didn't squeeze with them and simply went into the house.

There was a very old dusty smell in the air, as if no one had lived there for a long time. There were several cracks on the wall, and the two tables at the head of the bed were also covered with dust.

He sat on a large bunk bed, where the quilt was a uniform navy blue color that had faded from washing.

He reached out and touched it. The quilt was very thin and slightly damp. He could already imagine how uncomfortable it would be to sleep on it at night.

Song Guicheng gave a helpless smile. The weather was too hot in the last copy, but this copy had a two-level reversal. How should I put it? It was worthy of being a copy.

It not only defeats players psychologically, but also physically.

"Hey, you little bastard, how dare you cheat me!" After No. 113 finished washing up, he saw Song Guicheng sitting on the bed and walked towards him aggressively, "You're fucked! As long as I'm in this dungeon, you'll never have an easy life!"

Song Guicheng responded perfunctorily: "Yeah, yeah, ok, ok."

He hates these reckless players who don't use their brains but only their fists the most. Do they really think that they can solve problems in a dungeon with violence alone?

The man was furious, but he didn't dare to really hit him, for fear that this guy would attract that scary woman again. He cursed him a few times before climbing onto the bed.

"Are you okay?" No. 108, who witnessed the whole process, asked a little worriedly.

Song Guicheng shook his head and went into the bathroom next door to wash up.

He took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was a quarter past seven. It was pitch black outside the window, and the wind was howling. Even with the windows closed, the cold wind couldn't stop it from blowing in.

There was no hot water here, and the water for washing was icy cold. Song Guicheng washed himself quickly. While he was washing his face with ice water, he observed the bathroom.

The floor and walls were covered with black stains, which looked very dirty under the dim light and gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Not only Song Guicheng, but the other four people who were traveling with him also had the same feeling. They didn't chat and washed up as quickly as possible and returned to their rooms.

"I observed this orphanage when I came in," No. 105 said when he saw everyone had washed up and returned to their rooms. "A large area here is surrounded by high walls. If you want to escape, you can only go through the door."

Song Guicheng also noticed that the high wall was at least 20 meters high and looked solid and heavy, bringing a strong sense of oppression to the orphanage enclosed inside.

This wall completely isolates them from the outside world, unable to enter or leave, as if trying to keep them inside.

“Then let’s look for an exit tomorrow?” suggested No. 111. He must be an old player as he remained very calm throughout the whole process.

No. 105 said, "Okay, and pay special attention to whether there are any secret doors or something like that."

Everyone agreed.

Song Guicheng did not comment, thinking that this matter would not be so easy. Their every move was under the close surveillance of the staff. They had to attend classes during the day and go to bed on time at night.

Everything you say and do may be related to the conditions of death.

“By the way, you haven’t told anyone your name, nor have you called anyone else’s name, right?” No. 105 suddenly asked.

Everyone shook their heads. After all, they hadn't had much time for free communication since they entered the dungeon.

No. 116 raised his hand tremblingly: "I, when I entered the dungeon, I called No. 118's name."

These are two male players, who should have teamed up to enter the dungeon. They are used to calling each other by their names, so they subconsciously used each other's real names to communicate from the beginning.

No. 118, who was sitting next to him, looked unhappy. No. 116 realized that he might have gotten into trouble, lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

No. 118 looked gloomy and did not answer him.

"Okay, okay, the conditions for death are not necessarily linked to this. Besides, even if it is, it is still not certain whether one will die from calling someone's name or being called by the name." No. 111 comforted.

116&118: Thank you, but I didn’t feel comforted.

But there is no other way at the moment. The matter is done and things have already happened. It is not the right choice to break up with your friend.

They didn't say a few words, and the lights went out without warning, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Song Guicheng glanced at the time. It was 8:30, which was the time when the orphanage turned off the lights.

The players fell silent and quietly climbed onto their beds to rest.

Some players were lying on their sides playing with their phones, the bright light from the screen illuminating their faces. Song Guicheng was not in that mood. He lay flat on the bed, quietly looking at the low wall above his head.

No. 108 slept next to him and whispered to him, "How many times have you entered the dungeon?"

Song Guicheng: “The fourth time.”

"I'm almost the same as you. This is my third time. Let me tell you, my first two dungeons were horrible..." No. 108 began to tell Song Guicheng about his experiences in the first two dungeons.

Song Guicheng also admired him for telling horror stories in such a quiet and terrifying atmosphere.

However, he fell asleep without saying a word, curled up in the quilt, still facing Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng tucked in the quilt for him, but he himself couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

The night covered everything, and the wind howled outside the window. They slept in their clothes without even taking them off, but they still couldn't resist the cold.

Song Guicheng thought of what the man said in the afternoon. Everyone has his own number. Don't make any mistakes or mix them up. This is an obvious rule.

I just don’t know what will happen to those who violated No. 116 and No. 118.

He glanced quietly at the bed opposite. The two people were sleeping together, playing with their phones with their backs to each other. It was obvious that an unbridgeable rift had appeared in their teammate relationship.

The sound of the wind outside the window was like a lullaby. As Song Guicheng listened, his mind began to empty and he gradually fell asleep.

However, the sleep was not peaceful. Song Guicheng woke up in the middle of the night and heard strong winds and heavy rain outside.

The raindrops were carried by the strong wind and hit the window, making a crackling sound, which made him a little more sober.

The dampness of the quilt made it difficult for him to sleep. He turned over and tried to adjust his sleeping position and continue sleeping, but he was stunned the moment he turned around.

In the dark corridor, a black figure seemed to appear. His figure was blurry, and his clothes could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of eyes were reflected in the darkness.

He stood quietly outside the window, like a ghost in the night, watching and waiting.

Song Guicheng took just one look and then closed his eyes, pretending to be fast asleep. His heart was pounding, afraid that the thing would discover him.

Fortunately, after a long time, there was no other movement. He closed his eyes and actually fell asleep again.