I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

It was almost afternoon and the sun was still shining brightly, leaving the ground scorching hot.

After hearing what Song Guicheng said, Xu Chongchuan was surprised for a moment, then he returned to normal in an instant, "This has happened before."

Song Guicheng knew that he had completed many copies and had much more experience than himself, so it was not surprising that he had encountered such a thing.

He heard Xu Chongchuan say, "The ghost possessed one of the players in the team. His acting was so good that no one noticed. In the end, almost the entire team was wiped out."

Xu Chongchuan narrowed his eyes, as if remembering something nostalgic. "Shi Sui was the only one who recognized that he was possessed, but he didn't say anything. In fact, he said everything, but those players couldn't understand him."

Shi Sui is such a person, naughty to the point of being almost stubborn, he is very comfortable in the dungeon and does not care about anything else. There are only a few people he likes who can get his favor and receive his advice, and the advice is usually hidden under his unpleasant words.

Song Guicheng thought of his second copy. Shi Sui's words were not pleasant to the ears, and the concern contained in the words became hot and made people avoid them.

"Does this happen often?" Song Guicheng was asking about the situation where ghosts possessed players.

Xu Chongchuan recalled, "I don't know. This is the second time I've encountered this kind of thing. Maybe it happened before, but the ghost's acting was too good and I didn't recognize him."

Song Guicheng's eyes showed a thoughtful look. He didn't know what he was thinking about. The cigarette in his hand was half burned as he moved. He asked: "Could the ghost possess the NPC?"

"It's possible," Xu Chongchuan said, "The conditions for possessing a player are quite harsh. It would be much easier to possess an NPC, but there are also conditions and restrictions."

Song Guicheng understood and stopped asking.

He began to wonder whether Wu Zhi, who appeared in those copies, was his real self or possessed by an NPC.

Song Guicheng is more inclined to the latter. He has seen the man four times in total, and his appearance is different each time. He also has a relatively complete interpersonal network in the copy.

This can't be a coincidence.

In the dungeon world, ghosts and players belong to opposing camps.

NPCs are more complicated. There are ghosts who help ghosts kill people, such as the parents of the little girl in Menghe Villa. There are also neutral ones, such as the little girl No. 22 in Ankang Orphanage.

He didn't know which category Wu Zhi belonged to. He clearly understood the man's help in the first two copies, and he also deeply felt the man's determination to force him to stay in the "Jiesiluo" copy.

Saving him and killing him at the same time was like tearing his soul into two halves, one half clamoring to destroy everything, and the other half watching everything calmly.

The biggest possibility is that you have something that men want.

Song Guicheng's mind was in a mess. He raised his hand to take another puff of cigarette, but when he put it to his lips, he found that there was nothing inside.

The props time limit has expired.

Seeing that Song Guicheng looked absent-minded, Xu Chongchuan did not speak to him. The two of them walked to the shop in silence.

The proprietress was standing on a chair and wiping the counter. The TV hanging on the wall was turned on and a TV series was playing. After wiping for a while, she looked up and watched TV.

Chen Wenyu had finished the ice cream in his hand. He did not look up to watch TV, but just sat quietly on the small stool, looking at the dusty road outside, as if he was not interested in anything.

It was not until Song Guicheng appeared that his eyelids moved.

Chen Wenyu's well-behaved and quiet appearance gave Song Guicheng the illusion that he was here to pick up a child from the kindergarten. He pressed the corners of his mouth and said, "Sister, something happened in the room just now, so I left my brother here. I'm sorry."

The lady boss didn't care at all. "It's okay, it's okay. Your brother is not a child anymore. Why are you still worrying about him so much?"

Chen Wenyu had no reaction to the fact that he inexplicably had a brother, and Song Guicheng didn't expect him to give any reaction.

He secretly complained that the ghost possessed by Chen Wenyu had very poor acting skills, the kind that couldn't even get into the crew through the back door.

It was just that you couldn't tell what he was thinking from the outside. He still had a smile on his face and asked Chen Wenyu, "Is the ice cream delicious?"

Chen Wenyu just nodded, his eyes moving from Song Guicheng's beautiful eyebrows to the corners of his smiling lips. He adjusted his black glasses frame and lowered his head again.

After receiving the boy's affirmative answer, Song Guicheng bought one for himself. In addition, he also bought cigarettes, iced soda and toilet water.

While waiting for the proprietress to bring him something, Song Guicheng put one hand on the counter and took the ice cream in the other hand, putting it into his mouth and taking a sip.

He was thinking about how to express his regret subtly and ask Chen Wenyu not to sleep with him at night, and his brows unconsciously furrowed.

But by the time the three of them left the shop, he hadn't come up with an idea.

Song Guicheng: Let you talk fast and make you talk bad.

He was a graduate student in the real world, but not anymore, and now he studies death all day long.

Song Guicheng looked up to the sky without tears.

Xu Chongchuan was carrying a large bag in one hand and looked at his watch with his other wrist. "It's 4 o'clock. Normally in dungeons, it's dark at 6 o'clock."

The implication was self-evident: they still had two hours.

The darkness of the dungeon lurks with endless dangers, and no one wants to confront it head-on.

Song Guicheng collected his thoughts and said, "Let's go back and exchange clues with them first."

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"What did you find out?" Shi Sui leaned against the wall of the corridor on the fourth floor. His face was pale and he no longer had the vitality of the past. His eyes moved slightly.

The fatigue on his face had not yet faded, and his messy brown curly hair looked like a chestnut kernel without its sharp shell.

Xu Chongchuan stuffed a mung bean ice cream into his hand and said, "Let's talk about it later when we eat."

A cool feeling seeped into his body, and a look of satisfaction appeared on Shi Sui's face.

Song Guicheng called the two girls on the first floor, and as for the three men on the third floor, he hesitated for a moment and still called them.

They were out and about almost all day long and had no idea what was happening in the tube building, so they needed to exchange information.

There are residents in the Perpetual Motion Building. Residents need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, and they need clothing, food, housing and transportation, so they need to do business, so the few of them found a small restaurant without much effort.

It was almost dinner time and I could hear conversation and laughter coming from inside the restaurant before I even entered.

There was a laugh that was particularly unbridled and charming, and just listening to that sound could make people imagine a lot. Lin Zicheng, Lu Yuan, and Yan Gu were obviously normal men, and their steps were much faster.

When I pushed the door open and went in, I saw that quite a few diners were already sitting in the restaurant, both men and women, mostly men. Some were drinking and playing finger-guessing games in groups of three or five, while some were eating opposite each other. However, everyone's eyes were involuntarily looking towards the counter.

There was a woman in a red dress sitting at the counter, like a ball of warm flame, and the laughter came from her.

Noticing the players coming in, she got down from her chair and asked, "How many guests?"

The woman had a popular permed hairstyle, distinct facial features, thin willow-leaf eyebrows flying into her temples, and a pair of bright red lips, which matched her red dress.

Song Guicheng reported a number, and the woman lifted her hair with her hand, "Then we need to sit at a big table."

Then he led them to the inner room.

Song Guicheng smelled the fragrance emanating from the woman, which was like perfume, but also like what they call feminine scent, which can make women jealous and drive men crazy.

But Song Guicheng is a gay and can't get it hard.

The nine people sat down one by one, and the woman brought them menus.

"Call me if you need anything. I'll be sitting at the counter. Just call me Xiaowen." The woman's gaze stayed on Xu Chongchuan for a moment, and she walked out, twisting her plump hips.

The seduction is obvious to anyone with a discerning eye.

Shi Sui's eyes widened and he smiled, "I'm a little annoyed by you two."

"Pfft", Liang Qiuting laughed out loud and quickly drank some water.

Song Guicheng suppressed the corners of his lips, poured a glass of water for Shi Sui, and poured one for himself.

Xu Chongchuan wore a black T-shirt, revealing his taut brachialis. His massive pectoral and abdominal muscles flattened the wrinkles of his clothes, and his wheat-colored skin made him look tall, strong, and powerful.

In short, it's the type that women like.

Xu Chongchuan whispered something to Shi Sui, and Shi Sui's expression looked a little better.

Chen Wenyu pushed his cup in front of Song Guicheng and said naturally, "I want one too."

After saying that, he propped up his chin and looked out of the door curtain, waiting for a drink of water.

Song Guicheng's forehead twitched and asked, "Don't you have hands?"

Believe it or not!

Believe it or not!

Believe it or not, I have already poured the water for you and brought the cup to you!

Song Guicheng felt that his greatest strength was that he knew how to deal with the current situation. He knew he couldn't defeat the ghosts, so why not just admit defeat?

He moved the cup to Chen Wenyu, and his foot was suddenly kicked lightly. He looked at Chen Wenyu in confusion.

Chen Wenyu pointed in a certain direction outside the curtain, "There."

Song Guicheng looked in the direction he pointed. There were people in groups of three or four, and the food on the tables was steaming. Only at a table in the corner was there a man sitting there. He was thin and slightly hunched.

It’s the creepy guy who lives on the second floor.