I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"What? The key is on that black shadow?" After hearing what Xiaowu and Song Guicheng experienced last night, No. 111 frowned deeply and asked in surprise.

The others also looked shocked.

No. 111 muttered to himself: "This is troublesome..."

Who said no.

However, this is the only way to go at the moment. Whether you grab the key or not, you will die in the end. It is not uncommon for the whole team to be wiped out in the dungeon.

"Let's discuss it during the free time in the afternoon. It's time to go to class." Xiaowu said.

The players nodded and left the dormitory.

Xiao Ba followed Song Guicheng closely and asked, "Why didn't you call me last night?"

Song Guicheng: "I shouted, but you didn't wake up."

Xiao Ba: “I don’t believe it.”

Song Guicheng:? Naughty kid, you’re itching for trouble, right?

He opened his backpack and checked on Xiaohua. She was still sleeping and hadn't woken up for a whole day and night.

Is this a side effect of eating the eyeballs? Song Guicheng thought to himself, closed his backpack, and walked into the classroom.

There was no sign of Wu Zhi. Song Guicheng looked around the classroom but didn't see the man.

He was not there, but his influence was still there. The aunts stared at them hungrily, but no one came up to cause trouble for them.

The food these two days is much better than the previous two days. In addition to white rice, we can also see normal stir-fried vegetables for lunch.

That's right. Song Guicheng picked up a piece of vegetable with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, thinking secretly in his heart, if teachers and students eat the same food, and Wu Zhi has to eat slop, he will go crazy and destroy the copy directly.

He chewed a few mouthfuls slowly, then swallowed it. He looked up and saw Wu Zhi appear at the door of the dining room. His face was still calm, but colder than the previous two days, with a lingering gloom between his brows.

How could she appear and disappear so suddenly? Song Guicheng just took a glance and lowered his head, not wanting to be noticed by the man.

However, he did not walk towards the mountain, the mountain walked towards him. When he lowered his head and was digging for rice, the cafeteria suddenly became very quiet, especially around him, the air seemed to be stagnant.

Song Guicheng had a bad premonition in his heart and raised his head blankly. Wu Zhi was standing in front of him, looking at him coldly. The eyes staring at him were like an invisible abyss.

"Is there something wrong?" Song Guicheng spoke vaguely as he hadn't had time to swallow the food in his mouth.

Wu Zhi said, "Follow me."

Song Guicheng:?

Even though he was confused in his heart, he didn't dare to ask. He put down the empty plate obediently, stopped every step, and followed the man out of the dining room.

Xiao Ba stared blankly at what had just happened, unable to calm down. He turned to look at others and found that the expressions of the other players were similar to his.

There were two big words written on his face: confused.

"He, what happened to him?"

"I do not know."

"I'm going to die, right?"

"Bah, bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Then why did the NPC take him away?"

"Have you ever seen an NPC say hello before killing someone?"

The players in the cafeteria were whispering to each other, and there was shock in the barrage.

Some people speculated that Song Guicheng had triggered the death conditions and was about to die, some said that the NPC was going to give him key clues, and some people directly bet on the outcome in the live broadcast room. It was another gamble on whether Song Guicheng could survive.

Wu Zhi's steps were neither fast nor slow. His back was broad, tall and slender. The dark sweater concealed some of his sharpness, but when he looked at you, you knew it was just an illusion.

Song Guicheng's mind was a mess. He tried to sort out his actions over the past two days, trying to find out if he had triggered any death rules.

No, at least not among the ones he knew of.

He glanced at the man in front of him; the sense of oppression emanating from him had not diminished.

Wu Zhi led him out of the dining room, through the classroom, and onto a deserted courtyard lined with dead trees, vividly displaying the bleakness and desolation of late winter.

Just before the arrival of spring, there is always a darkest and coldest winter day.

The scenery around him gradually became familiar, and Song Guicheng looked up in surprise. This was the road leading to the unknown building that he had walked on in the past two nights!

impossible……

However, nothing is impossible. Not far away, at the blurred boundary between light and shadow, the building he had entered last night stood there silently.

Even in the daytime, the building exuded an eerie and ominous atmosphere, which made Song Guicheng feel a little resistant.

He spoke weakly: "Where...are we going?"

Wu Zhi turned his head to look at him, and without stopping, led him into the building.

The building was very cold, but better than last night.

The light of day illuminated the corners of the building, allowing Song Guicheng to see things that he didn't see last night.

The walls of the lobby on the first floor were covered in spurted blood, and there were traces of dragging in the corners, on the ground, and on the stairs. The blood turned into long scratches engraved on the ground, which was creepy.

Song Guicheng paused slightly and stared blankly at everything in front of him, with an unconcealable look of shock in his eyes.

He looked up along the bloodstains on the stairs. The blood kept winding upwards and it was unknown when it would stop.

Wu Zhi narrowed his eyes, ignored Song Guicheng's shock, and went straight upstairs. Song Guicheng followed closely behind him.

He then realized that it was not just the first floor, but also the second, third, fourth floors... it should be said that the entire building was in a situation almost the same as the first floor.

What on earth happened here?

But what made Song Guicheng even more confused was why Wu Zhi brought him here.

He glanced at the man next to him quietly. The light coming in from the window sculpted his perfect facial features and his light-colored thin lips were slightly pursed. His appearance was different from Song Guicheng's gentle one and was extremely aggressive.

Wu Zhi brought Song Guicheng to the sixth floor. The corridor was covered with dried blood, with broken limbs and internal organs coagulated in the blood. It was like a large slaughterhouse.

Compared to last night, Song Guicheng was much calmer. Perhaps it was because there was a more dangerous guy by his side, so the things in front of him were not so scary.

Wu Zhi walked over without changing his expression and came to the end of the corridor. There was a white wall, not the door that Song Guicheng saw last night.

"Eh? Here..." He wondered in a low voice, turning his head to look at the sky outside. Was the time wrong? Or was it because no one was dead?

"A mere trifle." He heard Wu Zhi say with disdain, and then he reached out his right hand to grab the air and squeezed it hard.

Song Guicheng actually heard a faint scream, and the cold feeling in the air immediately dissipated a lot.

A chill suddenly ran up his spine, and he suddenly realized that there was an invisible thing following them? !

As the coldness faded, the wall in front of him also changed. A door gradually emerged on the originally empty wall.

Song Guicheng widened his eyes and looked at Wu Zhi beside him infatuatedly, saying in a hesitant voice: "You..."

Wu Zhi ignored him and looked solemnly at the door that suddenly appeared on the wall.

The door was as black as thick ink, and there were strange patterns carved on it, like a symbol. Song Guicheng took a closer look, but couldn't figure out anything, so he gave up.

"Song Guicheng," the man suddenly called him. Song Guicheng turned around. Wu Zhi flipped his left hand and a beautiful key appeared in his hand. "You can go now."

Song Guicheng had never seen that key before, but he knew at a glance that it was the key to that door.

A strange shiver crept up his shoulders and he opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Wu Zhi looked at him with a complicated look in his eyes, so complicated that Song Guicheng could not understand the meaning contained in them. It was like a huge wave sweeping over him, but in an instant it was suppressed under the calm seabed.

He stretched out his hand, half clenched. As long as he took the key, he could leave here immediately, leave the horrible copy world, and leave death.

Song Guicheng swallowed hard and looked at Wu Zhi intently, but why, why should he help me?

There are countless moments of hesitation in life. The roads we have walked before are all preparations, and what really determines your destination is the choices you make before you make a decision.

At this moment, he was standing at a fork in the road, with two roads in front of him, and the ends of both roads were unknown.

Song Guicheng finally put down his hand and shook his head: "No, I...we will get out with our own strength."

Wu Zhi chuckled, and it was unclear whether he was mocking his arrogance or his naivety. In short, this laugh made Song Guicheng unable to understand.

He thought Wu Zhi would do something to him, but he didn't expect the man in front of him to take the key back calmly and said, "Well, good luck to you, Song Guicheng."