I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

In the end, Xu Chongchuan and Song Guicheng went together.

Xu Chongchuan is a sewer cleaner, and Song Guicheng was recommended by everyone.

Perhaps it was because his honesty in the previous times left a good impression on everyone, and everyone thought that if he went together, he would bring back clues and share them with everyone.

At this time, the two stood in front of the gray-yellow wooden door of Room 106. The wood grain on the door was blurred, and it was unknown how many years of wind and rain it had experienced. Above their heads, they pulled a rough white rope to hang clothes and dry food.

Xu Chongchuan knocked on the door. The pregnant woman saw him holding tools and smiled enthusiastically: "Are you here to unclog the water pipe? Come in quickly."

Song Guicheng had seen this pregnant woman twice. She was always silent or expressionless, with a thin face and messy hair.

Sadness, obedience and resignation were all spread out on her haggard face, clearly visible to everyone.

So this enthusiastic smile makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

After entering, Song Guicheng realized that the room was pitifully small, even smaller than their room.

A curtain divides the room into two halves, with the outer room serving as both a living room and a kitchen. On the left is a stove and a spatula, and an old washing machine creaks as it washes clothes, and it seems likely that it will break down in the next second.

On the right, there was a row of furniture, including a rocking chair, a wooden table, and tableware and two thermoses piled on the innermost shelf.

Only a narrow passage in the middle was left, leading directly to the inner room.

The room was so dim that everything in it looked old and greasy.

Song Guicheng saw the pregnant woman's son with albinism squatting on a long bench, curled up and fiddling with things on the table.

He was so stingy that he didn't even give the two outsiders a glance.

"Come with me inside." The pregnant woman lifted the curtain and led the two into the inner room.

What Song Guicheng didn't expect was that the room inside was actually divided into two by a wall.

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He was now standing in the bathroom, which was a small place with the toilet, washbasin and shower head squeezed together. Two tall men standing in it would have difficulty even turning around.

The small space and dim light make people feel that everything is suppressed, as if they are in a cage and have to breathe carefully.

It was cloudy outside. The pregnant woman took the child out, and Song Guicheng and Xu Chongchuan were the only two people left in Room 106.

"You start the work first, I'll go over there and take a look." Song Guicheng patted Xu Chongchuan on the shoulder, asking for his opinion.

Xu Chongchuan said it was no problem and quickly removed the filter from the drain hole.

A strange fishy smell filled the room, pungent and unbearable, as if it could penetrate one's olfactory nerves. Even Xu Chongchuan, who was used to enduring it, took two steps back.

But you have to continue operating even if you have to hold your nose.

The door next to the washroom was half-open. Song Guicheng didn't dare to go in rashly, so he had to stick to the wall and change directions to look inside.

A child's bed took up almost half of the space in the room. There was a table next to the window, which was covered with bottles of marble soda.

Song Guicheng understood where the marbles that the child played with came from.

The windows of the room were boarded up with wooden slats, leaving only a few narrow gaps through which light could filter in.

A true "bird cage" is narrow, cramped and confined.

It is hard to imagine that the mother and son live in such a room at night, and the mother is pregnant.

It's breathtaking just to look at.

"Get out quickly, Song Guicheng!" Xu Chongchuan's voice exploded behind him.

Song Guicheng did not dare to hesitate and immediately took a few steps back.

Following Xu Chongchuan, he ran out of the bathroom without looking back. They walked to the door in a few steps and reached out to push it open.

However, the old and dilapidated wooden door now seemed to be welded shut and was unbreakable.

Two tall and strong men couldn't kick it open even with their combined strength.

Song Guicheng didn't look back because the thing had already wrapped around his ankle.

It was wet, sticky, and had a chilling touch, running from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

He glanced down—it was a mass of black hair.

It meandered up from the drain in the bathroom, slowly crawled along the ground, leaving wet marks on the ground.

Song Guicheng's nostrils were filled with a strong fishy smell, like a mass grave after a rainstorm.

He slowly turned around and found that the ground was covered with hair at some point, like a dark wave, surging up one after another.

Rustling, rustling.

The hair is restless, they have spotted prey.

Xu Chongchuan pressed the lighter without hesitation and threw it into the hair under him.

However, the lighter only bounced a few times in the pile of black hair, and then went out, was swallowed by the hair, and soon disappeared.

"Damn! It's useless!" he cursed.

The black hair gradually moved from the ground to the wall. In just a moment, a large area of ​​the wall was occupied by black. The white corners were like a flock of sheep surrounded by wolves, being eaten up bit by bit.

Song Guicheng was fixed in place, unable to move, the black hair on his ankles climbing up at a moderate pace, as if he was having fun playing with his prey before it was caught.

A chill ran down my spine and spread throughout my body.

Song Guicheng's eyes suddenly fell on the kitchen knife hanging above the stove. Fortunately, the house was not big, so he bent down and stretched out his hand, trying hard to reach it. His fingertips were stretched white before he finally grasped the handle of the knife.

After taking it down, he did not dare to delay at all. He raised his arm and chopped it down with all his strength like a knife cutting through the Gordian knot. However, those hairs looked soft, but when he cut them he found that they were harder than steel.

The kitchen knife had several notches on it.

Depend on!

The hair at his feet had already wrapped around his waist and abdomen, tightly squeezing his abdominal cavity. Song Guicheng's stomach churned and a feeling of nausea surged into his heart.

Xu Chongchuan was not in a good situation either. He swallowed hard and said, "What a shitty mall! It's useless at this critical moment!"

These hairs cannot be burned by fire or cut by a knife.

Is there really no other way?

Impossible, there is no inevitable death in the game.

There must be a way to crack it.

He looked around the room and found that it was pitch black above his head. Now he was the bird in the cage.

The solution to the problem is either in the room or in Yongding Building.

The strong tension on the waist and abdomen brought not only nausea, but also pain, as if fine iron wires were twisted into a ball, and the pain screamed sharply in the brain.

Yongding Building...

Correct!

Song Guicheng suddenly had an idea, picked up the kitchen knife and smashed the pot lid on the stove next to him.

"Pound Pound Pound"

The collision of metal against metal made a sharp and piercing sound that constantly hit people's eardrums.

His hair, which had been tightly tangled, loosened.

Song Guicheng knew that he was heading in the right direction.

Sound is sound.

Quarreling is not allowed in Yongding Building. You can’t hear the cicadas chirping, the radio, bicycle bells, or even thunder.

The rules are two-way, pulling the knife of death for players while leaving a way out in desperate situations.

Sharp sounds continued to be heard, one louder than the other.

The black hair seemed to be stimulated and slowly faded away. The overwhelming darkness was greeted by a ray of light, giving people a chance to breathe.

Soon, the voice changed.

The sound is so harsh that it is like a sharp blade, cutting the eardrums piece by piece, which is really unbearable.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Song Guicheng's forehead and slid down his skin.

"Cover your ears." He gritted his teeth and said.

Xu Chongchuan asked worriedly, "What about you?"

Song Guicheng: "Don't worry about me."

He released the little flower.

"Mom!" Xiaohua was surprised at first, then hurriedly wiped the sweat off Song Guicheng's forehead, "Mom, you're sweating a lot."

"I'm fine." The noise was like a group of iron needles jumping around his ears. Song Guicheng's forehead was throbbing. "Help mom cover her left ear, okay?"

The soft touch reduces the sound a lot.

The few seconds I spent rushing out of the bathroom just now seemed too short, and the few seconds I spent waiting for my hair to recede under the impact of the sound seemed too long.

In just a few seconds, the familiar chill seemed to seize the opportunity and gushed out from the depths of the blood, being engraved deep in the soul, the kind of coldness on a rainy night.

Depend on!

The invisible bomb won’t explode now, right?

Wu Zhi! You're haunting me!

Song Guicheng gritted his teeth and vowed to fight the coldness in his body to the end.

Today I will show you who is the master of the body!

However, the chill died down as soon as the black hair fell from his body, and it quietly retreated and lay dormant.

The heart was still beating violently in the chest, but the sense of fatal crisis had receded like the tide along with the black hair.

When their vision returned to light, Song Guicheng and Xu Chongchuan both fell to the ground.

The kitchen knife fell to the ground and finally broke into pieces at the end of this battle for life.

[Side quest: The water pipe has been cleared, and the reward is 1000 points. ]

[Due to your outstanding performance, you have entered the top 1000 of the hourly popularity list and received a reward of points. ]

[Please keep up the good work, SoulSurvey Game wishes you a successful clearance. 】

Song Guicheng sneered: Thank you.