I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chen Wenyu went in to take a shower first. Song Guicheng sat upright on the sofa. He twisted his fingers, put them close to his nose and sniffed hard, and was choked and coughed.

The smell was very complex, with many odors mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish them carefully. Only the smell of incense ash was too obvious.

Incense and candles, for offering to Buddha, gods, and the dead...

He looked up at the heavy roof above him, and there was nothing unusual about the white ceiling.

His reaction on the fifth floor just now was just instinctive. The smell that suddenly penetrated his nostrils made the blood in his body flow backwards, making him escape subconsciously.

After he recovered, he realized that his sense of smell seemed to be too sensitive. Whether it was the faint stench when he entered the building or the smell of incense ash on the fifth floor, he was the only one who smelled it.

Song Guicheng thought for three seconds and came to the conclusion: either he had evolved or he had mutated.

Whatever it is, it's a good thing.

In the dungeon world, the disparity in strength between players and dungeon characters makes all resistance weak and powerless. Here, the ability to predict risks is more important than the ability to deal with risks.

Sharp eyesight, keen sense of smell, sensitive hearing, and even an extraordinary sixth sense are all aids for players in this game.

He unconsciously smoothed the hair on his forehead, revealing his delicate eyebrows and eyes. From the corners of his eyes to the ends of his eyes, the lines were smooth, like a meticulous ink painting. While thinking, Song Guicheng's eyebrows were cold, making his gentle temperament look a little distant.

The live broadcast room is a feast for those who like beauty:

[Take a step back and say, can’t the anchor be my husband? 】

[You’ve retreated too much, sister…]

[He looks like he has a girlfriend on every strand of his hair]

[Maybe a boyfriend]

[Is there really no one supporting him and the hidden boss? I'm going crazy]

[Leave a way for the fans! 】

……

Song Guicheng casually read the comments that popped up crazily on the screen while sorting out his thoughts.

This tube-shaped building is not very tall, with only five floors. Apart from the players, he has come into contact with three families in total in the past few days.

Uncle Liu, who works in the guard room and is also the owner of Yongding Building, has poor eyesight and has a dog.

A couple lives on the third floor. Based on the content of their last quarrel, it can be inferred that the husband dislikes the wife's difficulty in conceiving, and the wife suspects that the husband is cheating on her, but no one knows what the truth is.

The family next to Liang Shuting and Shi Moqi had a pregnant woman and a child with leukemia.

We don't know much about the residents, so we can't find any effective clues. But from the interaction between Mr. Liu and the residents, we can see that in this building, we should not quarrel and keep it clean and tidy.

[Will the hidden boss of this instance appear? ]

Song Guicheng glanced at the comment and stared at it for two seconds.

Hidden boss, Wu Zhi...Song Guicheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Actually, he didn't have much contact with the man, but he gave people a very strong feeling.

A man like a snow-capped mountain.

It is cold and deep, looking down on the people on the ground who are like ants. It clearly shows the danger itself, but also attracts people to keep exploring.

Song Guicheng rubbed his little finger hard to suppress the inexplicable trembling in his heart.

"Guicheng, I'm done washing, you go ahead." Chen Wenyu pushed the door open and came out with a towel on his head.

Chen Wenyu's attitude towards him became obviously more relaxed and natural, and he also changed the way he addressed him. Perhaps it was because of what happened just now that he developed some trust in his employees.

Song Guicheng stood up and saw drops of water sliding down Chen Wenyu's hair.

He told Chen Wenyu the two self-protection rules he had just deduced, and lifted the towel around his neck before walking in:

"Remember to dry your hair and clean up any water stains on the floor."

Chen Wenyu nodded repeatedly.

"The water is as small as the sun..."

Chen Wenyu muttered very softly, but Song Guicheng still heard it clearly.

He usually seems quite silent, but unexpectedly he says something shocking.

Is Chen Wenyu a repressed person?

If Shi Sui were here, he would definitely be able to continue what Chen Wenyu said just now.

The time was bright and prosperous.

After Song Guicheng turned on the faucet, he found that Chen Wenyu's metaphor was very accurate. The water from the shower head was indeed small and little, dripping on his body. He didn't know when he would be able to wash himself clean.

He pursed his lips and stared at the shower head for a while, then suddenly reached out to take down the shower head, turned off the water, and turned it on.

Pull a bunch of hair out of the shower.

The black hair was thin and long. If you stared at it for a long time, it seemed to be wriggling slightly, as if it was about to come alive.

Song Guicheng calmly threw the pile of hair outside the curtain, quickly finished his shower, and did not forget to clean the bathroom, taking the pile of hair out as garbage.

It was hard not to notice such a large foreign object. Chen Wenyu quickly realized where the hair came from. He looked at Song Guicheng in shock and asked, "Did you take it out from the shower head?"

Song Guicheng nodded calmly: "The cause of impotence has been found."

The live broadcast room was laughing like crazy.

【HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA】

[My mom came up to me and asked me if I was crowing]

[Who understands my shitty sense of humor]

[The broken live broadcast made me laugh for no apparent reason]

……

Chen Wenyu wanted to cry but had no tears. He scratched the back of his hand and asked in a negotiating tone: "How about I go in and wash it again?"

"Let's go down and gather first, and you can come back to take a shower later." Song Guicheng's tone was very gentle, but he did not allow anyone to refuse.

He found a garbage bag, threw his hair into it, tied it tightly, and prepared to take it away and throw it away later.

The two walked down the stairs side by side. The stairs were narrow and small, and Chen Wenyu and Song Guicheng were very close to each other. He smelled a scent on Song Guicheng's body, which was not the smell of shower gel.

Like rain hitting the emerald green and clear bamboo leaves, and washing away the trembling gardenias on the branches, there is a slight bitterness, neither alienated nor warm.

"Pay attention to any abnormality in the copy world. There are clues hidden in the details, which may also conceal murderous intentions." Song Guicheng tilted his head to look at Chen Wenyu beside him. He was taller than Chen Wenyu and could see the whorl on Chen Wenyu's head.

He spread out the nails he had pulled out of the curtain rope last night and showed them to Chen Wenyu: "When you go to a strange place, you must carefully investigate your environment. Someone died in the house we live in, and the dead can't talk."

Song Guicheng patiently broke down what he had learned in the copy world and fed it to Chen Wenyu bit by bit, like a dedicated teacher.

"Everyone knows what I said, but it's not easy to do. It requires training and practice. It's just that the dungeon world won't give you the opportunity to grow slowly."

Song Guicheng was paying attention to the stairs under his feet, and his voice sounded low and gentle in the corridor.

"Remember?"

The tone is elongated, like a soft feather.

Two more steps away is the exit of the tube building. The sunlight coming in from outside illuminates the half of the concrete floor behind the door.

Chen Wenyu suddenly stopped and stared at Song Guicheng walking forward, his figure obscured by the sunlight.

The tips of Song Guicheng's hair were shrouded in golden light, and at that moment, his whole body looked very bright.

Song Guicheng didn't even step out of the door when he suddenly felt empty around him. He turned around and found Chen Wenyu standing stupidly on the last step. The sun was blinding and he couldn't see Chen Wenyu's expression. He could only hold out his hand to him and said, "Let's go."

Chen Wenyu didn't move.

"Song Guicheng, you are more suitable for the sun." He said it out of the blue.

This sentence...really...is a bit chuunibyou.

Song Guicheng laughed and replied cooperatively: "Then you are more suitable for the night? Young man, are you the king of the night?"

Chen Wenyu: …

Although he didn't know where Chen Wenyu's inexplicable sadness came from, he decided to respect the other person's youthful pain.

“If you feel like you are in darkness, you have the moon and the stars, and you have the sun and the dawn that is coming.”

He thought about it and felt that his words were subtle and tactful without losing their style.

After a moment, he felt Chen Wenyu holding his hand, and he realized that the hand was ice-cold.

"it is good."

Chen Wenyu's voice was very soft and a little unclear.

Song Guicheng resisted the urge to rub his head and asked him to throw away the piece of hair he had brought down.