I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The moonlight emerged from the clouds at some point, and just as it fell on his cold brow, the figure of another person appeared in his heartless and desireless eyes.

For a moment, Song Guicheng seemed to be trapped in an icy sea. The air pressure from the sea water made it uncomfortable for him to breathe. Some scattered fragments of memory emerged in his mind.

"Who... are you?" he murmured.

Wu Zhi lightly touched Song Guicheng's forehead with his fingertips, not wanting to answer his question. He tapped Song Guicheng's forehead with his slender index finger, trying to lock on someone, the only person.

Outside the live broadcast room, the screen ended at the moment when the black shadow attacked Song Guicheng, and then the screen flashed twice and went black.

[What the hell is going on with this plane? Black screen again]

[I am really anxious because I can’t see the sequel. I hope nothing will happen to Xiao Chengzi.]

[If you are unlucky, please don’t watch the live broadcast, as you will bring your bad luck to the host]

[Me, I draw cards every time with guaranteed bonuses, my phone falls into the sewer while walking, I get a stiff neck when sleeping, and my joints are dislocated when eating...]

[Are you the reincarnation of a jinx? ]

……

"Good night."

After Wu Zhi finished speaking, he turned and left, and after a moment, he disappeared into the darkness.

Song Guicheng sat there in a daze for a long time, until the moon set, he woke up as if from a dream, got up from the ground and returned to the dormitory.

[Ah, the screen is finally restored]

[Is the anchor okay? Why does he look so distraught?]

[I was so scared that I didn’t dare to watch it. I thought the anchor was going to die in the dungeon]

The number of people in the live broadcast room dropped due to the black screen, and everyone thought he was dead. Unexpectedly, after a strong flash of snow screen, the picture was restored miraculously, attracting many people who like to watch the fun to click in.

The number of people in the live broadcast room gradually increased from more than 300 to more than 500, and some viewers sent gifts of small amounts as a consolation.

The people in the dormitory were still asleep and had no idea what Song Guicheng had just experienced.

He lay on the bed, looking at the wall so close above his head, unable to get rid of the shock in his heart for a long time.

"Mom," Xiaohua crawled out from nowhere, her soft voice tinged with tears, "It's so scary, Mom."

I don’t know whether they are talking about the black shadow or the Wu Zhi with a mysterious identity.

Song Guicheng held her in his hands, gently touched her head, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, go to sleep, you will be fine after a good sleep."

Xiaohua couldn't stop crying, but fortunately her voice was not loud and she didn't wake up the others in the dormitory. She was really scared, and her little tears rolled down Song Guicheng's hands.

What's so terrible, what did I miss?

[Just going to the toilet, it feels like missing out on 100 million]

[We have been squatting here and don’t know what happened. We can’t even hold our shit.]

[You are really hardworking to watch the live broadcast, brother]

……

Song Guicheng comforted Xiaohua for a long time before she stopped crying and gradually fell asleep. However, she was still very uneasy and held on to Song Guicheng's fingers tightly.

Wu Zhi... Song Guicheng repeated this name in his mind several times. He didn't know Wu Zhi's true identity, but one thing was certain - he was a being beyond the copy.

Cold and powerful, with wanton strength and decisive power to kill, it gives people an infinite sense of crisis.

Compared to why he appeared in the copy and how he got into the copy, what kind of impact his appearance would have on the copy were the questions that Song Guicheng wanted to figure out the most.

He hoped that the difficulty of the dungeon would not be doubled, he prayed silently in his heart.

However, thinking of the final collapse of the previous copy, Song Guicheng felt disappointed.

He turned over. Xiao Ba was sleeping soundly beside him, the quilt rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

Song Guicheng sighed in his heart. Sometimes, not knowing anything and not thinking about anything is also a happy thing.

The morning light emerged, and the faint light dispelled the darkness. This was their fourth day in Ankang Orphanage. They had lost two teammates, but they had no clues.

In the morning, everyone washed up as usual and did not notice Fei Wenliang's disappearance at all, as if this person had never existed and was wiped out silently.

Song Guicheng cast his gaze on Li Zeyang. He had two thick dark circles under his eyes and looked like he had not been able to sleep all night.

In order to alert everyone to his disappearance, the first thing Li Zeyang did when he got up was to greet all the players.

"Good morning." Li Zeyang waved to Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng responded with a slightly forced smile: "Morning."

The leading girl noticed his strange expression and asked, "Did something happen last night?" She also didn't notice Fei Wenliang leaving.

Song Guicheng exhaled and said, "Fei Wenliang was taken away last night."

The air suddenly became quiet for a few seconds. The players stopped their busy actions and looked at Song Guicheng intently.

In the dead silence, Li Zeyang suddenly screamed. He panicked and touched Fei Wenliang's quilt: "It's gone, it's gone, it's really gone."

Along with Fei Wenliang's name, his life was also taken away. He has reached the end of death, and the next one is Li Zeyang.

Li Zeyang was emotionally broken. He squatted there, shivering, burying his head in his knees, unwilling to face reality.

No. 105 patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, cheer up. You won't die right away. Just try to find a way out before you are taken away."

But this is easier said than done. Unknown shadows, omnipresent death conditions and unknown exits make it impossible to complete the main mission without sufficient clues.

But this is better than having no hope at all, and Li Zeyang finally cheered up a little.

"Can you tell me in detail what happened last night?" After comforting Li Zeyang, the leading girl turned and asked Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng naturally had no objection, but it was definitely not possible in the morning when time was limited. Everyone could only wait until the free time before dinner to communicate.

The little girl No. 22 did not come to dinner today. Song Guicheng searched all the children in the lower grade class but could not find her.

Asking the cafeteria auntie would definitely not work, so Song Guicheng could only hope for the little boy he was feeding: "Have you seen number 22?"

The little boy seemed not to understand Song Guicheng's question. He looked at him blankly, then lowered his head and started buttoning his clothes.

Song Guicheng asked again several times, but the boy's reaction was the same as before, so he gave up.

Thinking of the girl's tongueless mouth and her little face that had been tortured to numbness, Song Guicheng felt a chill in his heart and a little distressed.

That little girl is the only relatively normal person in this weird orphanage.

He had originally folded a rabbit to give to him, using a very poor quality homework paper from the copy. It lay quietly in his pocket, and he didn't know if he could still give it away.

"Oh, this porridge is too bad. I must have a good meal when I get out of the copy." No. 109 said to No. 107 next to him. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge that was cooked like paste and stuffed it into his mouth, eating it without any taste.

No. 107 ignored him. He looked dazed, hadn't eaten, was shaking, and kept mumbling something.

"What did you say?" No. 109 moved closer to hear clearly.

"Itchy, itchy, itchy..." He kept repeating the word in his mouth.

No. 109 asked: "Where does it itch? Can you see if there is any anti-itch spray in the mall?"

Although the mall is a rip-off, the quality of the items is still top-notch.

But No. 107 did not respond to him. He stared at him with lifeless eyes and kept repeating: "Itchy, itchy, itchy..."

Hearing this sentence too many times is like a curse, making people feel very unhappy. No. 109 sensed something was wrong and took two steps back.

"Itchy, itchy, itchy..." No. 107 said while scratching his left hand desperately. The hand that had been stepped on not only did not get better after a night, but showed signs of rotting.

His left hand was soon scratched by his nails until blood flew off, but he did not stop moving his hands. It was so itchy, an itch that pierced his heart and lungs, and scratching alone would not relieve it.

Song Guicheng wanted to go forward to take a look, but Xiao Ba grabbed the corner of his clothes and said softly, "Why are you meddling in other people's business? He was the one who blamed you for not sharing the clues last time."

Hey, kids are quite vindictive.

All the sounds in the cafeteria were silent, not even the slightest chewing and breathing sounds could be heard. Only No. 107 was possessed, "Itchy, itchy, itchy..."

His low murmurs were like the sound of a sticky snake spitting out its tongue, and seemed particularly eerie in the silent air.

"Hey, look here--" The man who had been standing behind No. 105's eyes suddenly widened.

No. 107's body was seen festering from his scratched left hand upwards, and the excruciating itch spread from his left hand to his entire body.

“Ah—ah—” A painful wail suddenly burst out from the man’s mouth, and then his body suddenly exploded, blood and flesh splattered.

The players were very close to him and none of them were spared, with flesh and blood sprayed all over their bodies.