I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng took Xiao Ba and Li Zeyang through the empty house. The mottled walls were falling off, revealing large stains. The corridor was silent, and nothing could be heard except the footsteps of the three of them.

Li Zeyang was scared, but at least there were two people around him, so he bravely took a look into the dark room.

In the dark room, only the narrow window at the top let in light, like eyes peeping at them.

"Did you find anything?" Song Guicheng searched every corner carefully but found nothing.

This is also expected.

Xiao Ba and Li Zeyang both shook their heads. This room looked like it had not been used for a long time and was filled with a damp, fishy smell.

"Let's go," Song Guicheng glanced at the time, "It's almost time for dinner."

The three of them walked out of the room and saw a girl circling at the door with an anxious look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Song Guicheng asked.

The girl looked a little scared and stammered, "My teammate...is missing."

"Your teammate is No. 114!" Li Zeyang suddenly interrupted.

Just now, Li Zeyang insisted on being in the same team with Song Guicheng, leaving No. 114 behind. No. 114 then found someone else to form a team with, and his teammate was the girl in front of him.

Song Guicheng frowned slightly and asked, "Where did you go just now?"

The girl pointed to the other side of the corridor, where an infinite shadow stretched into the invisible depths. She said, "We came in together. I went to the bathroom, and when I came back I found he was gone."

Song Guicheng pondered for a moment and asked, "Did he say anything or do anything before you left?"

"Hmm..." The girl clutched her wrist tightly, dazed for a moment, "I remember now, when he entered the room, he kept saying that the room was too cold and too damp..."

Damp...Song Guicheng thought of the water stains that appeared above his head that night.

He turned his head to look at the darkening sky, pursed his lips and said, "Let's gather first. It's time to eat soon."

"Then, what about No. 114..." the girl asked in a low voice, but no one answered her. She hesitated for a moment and followed the three people in front of her.

The four people present all understood what it meant to disappear in the door. Too many people died silently and unclearly in the copy, and No. 114 was probably not spared either.

After dinner, the players returned to the dormitory, but No. 114 still hadn't come back. Everyone noticed it, but no one asked about it.

The death of the teammate added a bit of depression to the dull atmosphere, and everyone washed up and went to bed in silence.

Song Guicheng was resting with his eyes half closed. He and Xiaohua had agreed that if they heard any noise in the middle of the night, they must wake him up. He wanted to confirm something.

……

This room is really too cold and too damp.

No. 114 wrapped his clothes tightly around him, trying to find a bit of warmth. He turned on the flashlight on his phone, wanting to search the room as quickly as possible.

However, he found nothing except the peeling walls and dusty corners.

tick, tick

A few drops of water dripped from the top of his head onto his cheeks, and the cold temperature made him shiver.

He raised his head and looked upward. Under the pale light of the mobile phone, a wet stain appeared above his head, which was very obvious against the pale wall.

Is the house leaking? No. 114 was a little confused. He turned his head and looked out the window. The leaves were trembling in the cold wind, but there were no raindrops.

A chill instantly ran up his spine. He turned off the light of his cell phone and took big strides to leave the room.

tick, tick

A few more drops of ice water fell down bit by bit.

His heart was beating fast and his limbs began to feel numb due to this strange phenomenon. However, just as he was about to rush out, the door was closed with a "bang".

The shadow fell over No. 114, making him feel cold all over.

The windows in the room were closed, so where did that strange wind come from? !

He broke out in a cold sweat, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and he looked left and right nervously, but he could see nothing except thick shadows.

No. 114 placed his trembling hands on the door handle and tried to pull it open, but a huge resistance hindered his movement and he could not open the door no matter how hard he tried.

"Help--" He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but before he could make a sound, his mouth was suddenly covered by something cold and wet. He lowered his eyes and saw that it was a pitch-black tentacle!

He watched the tentacles emerge from the ground, from above his head, and from all directions. His eyes widened in horror and his body began to struggle vigorously.

But it was all in vain, the black tentacles mercilessly pierced his heart, lungs, abdomen... the sound of flesh being pierced rang out in the air one after another.

No. 104 couldn't even utter a cry of pain and died in dead silence.

【Player Zeng Xiang was eliminated】

……

Because he was worried, Song Guicheng didn't sleep very well. He lay in bed waiting for most of the night but nothing happened. Just when he thought his guess was wrong.

A very strange sound suddenly came from outside the door.

It was sticky and slippery, crawling on the floor. The sound sounded like sticky blood dragging on the ground, which reminded Song Guicheng of No. 107 which was minced into a pile of minced meat during the day.

The voice lingered at the door of the room as usual. The air seemed to be still, frozen into ice by the cold weather, and endless fear spread in the room.

Song Guicheng held his breath, his heart in his throat.

Finally, after a long and agonizing wait, the squirming sound finally sounded again, as if it had left.

Song Guicheng did not dare to delay, and immediately slipped out of bed, tiptoed to the window, and looked out through the glass.

He saw the dark shadow from last night, and behind the dark shadow... was a wriggling mass of flesh.

With the dim moonlight outside, he could see that the pile of meat was barely in human shape, slowly following the shadow, stretching and wriggling like an earthworm. The blood on the meat kept flowing along the floor.

With every movement, he could even see the relatively intact internal organs bubbling out.

The sickening feeling of fear made him want to escape from this horrible scene.

Song Guicheng withdrew his gaze and was about to return to bed when his ears suddenly caught a strange sound coming from the crack of the door.

He immediately looked down and met the eyes of a white eyeball that rolled in through the crack in the door.

FUCK!

Song Guicheng was horrified and almost screamed out loud. He covered his mouth and stared at the eyeball with wide eyes in fear.

Didn’t this fall from the pile of corpses just now!

The eyeball rolled in a circle on the spot, and the black pupil turned upwards. Although he couldn't see the expression in the darkness, he could feel the boundless malice emanating from the eyeball.

Who knew that the eyeball didn't do anything to him, but instead squeezed and tried to get out through the crack in the door.

In an instant, Song Guicheng understood what it wanted to do!

It fucking wants to go back and tip off, and once it's squeezed out, everything will be over!

Song Guicheng swore a rare word, and quickly caught the eyeball and held it in his palm.

This was the first time he pinched a human eyeball. It was slippery, wet and sticky, and the smell of blood kept flowing into his nostrils, making him feel sick.

The pile of meat seemed to sense the disappearance of the eye. It stopped wriggling and, following the scent of the eyeball, crawled back step by step.

Song Guicheng also heard the heavy voice approaching in the darkness.

Along with it came the dark shadow.

However, at this moment, it is neither possible to advance nor to retreat.

He walked lightly and moved quickly to a blind spot in the room. It was difficult to observe this place from the window.

The wriggling sound came from far away and got closer, like a life-threatening rope being tightened little by little.

Song Guicheng held his breath and huddled in the corner, the eyeball in his hand still struggling to get out.

"Right here?" This seemed to be the voice of the shadow, hoarse and dry, like a cracked desert, making people's throat dry.

The temperature of his entire body dropped several degrees in an instant, penetrating into his skin like a slow lingchi.

"Go find it."

Following the shadow's instructions, the minced meat gradually flowed into the house through the crack in the door.

Then it quickly expanded, covering a large area of ​​the floor at the door.

The fishy smell made Song Guicheng's stomach churn. He suppressed the nausea and stared at the minced meat flowing on the ground.

The shadows were slowly approaching him, there were wriggling corpses on the ground, and a dark figure was staring at him outside the window.

Song Guicheng's throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand, and he could not make a sound.