I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng was still thinking about the barrage incident, so after washing up, he found some time to ask Xiaowu about it.

Xiao Wu replied: "Players below level D cannot interact with the bullet screen. They can only watch. Only players above level D can do so. In addition, the dungeon information and bullet screens of other players will be blocked."

Song Guicheng nodded in understanding, and looked down at her tightly wrapped hands. Blood was seeping out, soaking the cloth into red.

He took a look and asked, "How's your hand?"

Xiao Wu shook his head nonchalantly: "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

Tonight was a quiet night. No strange sounds woke Song Guicheng up. He slept until the ringing of the phone.

Li Zeyang walked over in his slippers and greeted him habitually: "Good morning."

Today is also a day to remember to show your presence.

But it is also strange that Fei Wenliang was taken away just a few days after his name was taken away, while Li Zeyang has been living safely until now.

Although his presence was greatly weakened, at least when he greeted others, those people would not be suddenly startled as if they didn't know him.

"What props might have been used?" Xiao Ba speculated, "There are so many strange props in the mall."

Song Guicheng asked doubtfully: "You are lower level than me, and you still opened an item mall?"

“Wow, don’t underestimate me.” He swallowed the whole egg in one gulp. “Although I don’t have a shopping mall, I often surf the Internet. I can find a lot of information in forum posts. There are also people selling props, but I probably won’t be able to afford them in my lifetime.”

He sighed dejectedly and said that it was okay for him to have no money in the real world, but why was he still being exploited after entering another world?

As he spoke, he touched Song Guicheng's delicate face and said sadly, "Why, why is your skin so good?"

Song Guicheng slapped his hand away: I was quite rich in the real world, but after entering the Soul-Tracing World, I became a pauper.

The two poor guys ate up all the porridge in their bowls and the eggs in their hands.

He saw little girl No. 22 today. She finally appeared, but finally lost the last bit of life. Like the children around her, there was no fear or cowardice on her face.

Song Guicheng fed her silently, then gently handed the origami he had kept in his pocket to the girl and touched her head.

Then he followed the group back to the classroom.

Ever since Song Guicheng refused the key that Wu Zhi gave him that day, he has never seen Wu Zhi again. The man seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

He recalled the man's last smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his eyelashes slightly drooping. The light from the window cast a shadow on his eyelashes, but there was no smile in Wu Zhi's eyes.

He originally thought that it was Wu Zhi's laugh made to mock him, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized something was wrong; it was more like a self-deprecating laugh.

Song Guicheng bit the pen in his hand, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but speculate the man's intentions in his heart.

In the "Jie Si Luo" instance, the man said he wanted to leave him there, but he didn't kill him. If Wu Zhi wanted to take his life, it would be easy, but he didn't.

In this copy, the man led him directly to the exit and gave him the key.

Why did he do this? Has he given up on the idea of ​​keeping "me" or is there something strange about this copy...

He looked around the classroom. There were a few light bulbs hanging on the low ceiling, emitting dim light. There was a cold wind outside the window. The severe winter had passed, but spring had not yet arrived. The scene was bleak.

It was not much different from the several copies he had experienced before.

He couldn't figure it out, but the more he thought about Wu Zhi's action of giving him the key, the more he felt something was wrong. There were only three possible motives behind this behavior.

First, the key is a trap, and when he opens the door, it will lead to another unknown world. Second, the shadow he saw two days ago was actually Wu Zhi. Third, the shadow's danger is far beyond what they can handle...

In his heart, he was more inclined to the third option, but no matter which one it was, it would be a disaster for them.

His worries were finally confirmed during the players' chat in the afternoon.

That was the news from a quiet girl in the team: "I just came back from the bathroom and heard the two aunts discussing something. They said the time would be up in three days, and the new batch... I didn't hear the rest."

As she spoke, she swallowed, her face turned pale, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.

"That group of newcomers" are the players, right? The time is up in three days. What time is it? It can't be the time to let them go.

"We don't have much time left." Xiao Wu announced solemnly, and the team fell into silence.

Yesterday they were still happy about having discussed a way to escape, but today they were devastated from head to toe by this bad news.

Three days... They only have three days, and none of the players know what will happen after three days.

If the atmosphere within the team was relatively harmonious and everyone was united and helping each other in the previous period, it has now become completely rigid and there is an indelible wariness in everyone's eyes when they look at each other.

Xiao Ba didn't quite understand this atmosphere. Song Guicheng opened his backpack to check on Xiao Hua and explained slowly, "What are the conditions for the black shadow to go to the building?"

"Conditions? Hmm..." Xiao Ba thought for a while, "At night?"

Song Guicheng cast a look of pity at him and whispered in his ear, "No, it's a dead person."

Xiao Ba exclaimed "Ah" in surprise, and then looked around nervously. Fortunately, the players were all doing their own things and no one was looking at them.

"If no one dies in the next two days, what do you think will happen to the original team?" Song Guicheng casually swiped his personal panel, and the points remained at 420.

Xiao Ba swallowed and wondered what would become of the original team?

They will fall apart, scheme against each other, and be on guard against each other. The signs of this have already appeared.

Song Guicheng suddenly became curious about how a silly kid like Xiao Ba made it through the first two copies. Xiao Ba replied shamelessly, "Because I'm so cute."

Song Guicheng: "..."

He is not as simple as Xiao Ba. Born into a powerful family, he has lived in that kind of big dye vat since childhood. He has seen the warmth and coldness of human feelings and the sinisterness of human nature countless times.

Although he doesn't like it and sometimes doesn't understand it, he has no way to change it. The world is like this. Where there are people, there are interests involved, there is competition and calculation.

He can choose not to participate, but he must understand the interests involved, otherwise he would have been eaten by jackals, tigers and leopards long ago.

"Go to sleep, don't think about it," Song Guicheng climbed onto the bed, turned around and warned the person next to him, "Don't sleep too deeply, you have to guard against more than just ghosts now."

This sentence made Xiao Ba feel cold all over. He agreed without hesitation and looked at Song Guicheng with emotion: "Luckily, I met a kind and gentle person like you."

If he teams up with others, he might be tricked while he's still helping others count their money.

Song Guicheng smiled, didn't answer him, and closed his eyes.

Kind? Perhaps. He couldn't define what kind of person he was. His so-called kindness was not a gift, but a choice.

Xiao Ba, who was next to him, had just promised him five minutes ago that he wouldn't sleep too deeply, but now he was snoring...

The team spent the whole night and day peacefully, which should have been a good thing, but because of the approaching time limit, it turned into a worrying bad thing.

On the day before the three-day deadline, at night when it was time to wash up, Song Guicheng had already climbed into bed and was ready to go to sleep, but he heard a call coming from the washroom next door.