I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng could feel Xiaowen's kindness. It was abrupt, but it did exist.

Chen Wenyu followed him, his brown plaid shirt fluttering behind him like a flag.

"What's wrong?" He panted and adjusted his glasses that had slipped down his nose.

Song Guicheng had a guess in his mind, and he put away his handkerchief: "Let's go, let's go back and talk."

There are a total of ten players in this copy. One, Lu Yuan, died last night, leaving nine people.

Only eight people showed up.

Li Yi did not arrive.

"We went to knock on her door," Liang Qiuting said next to Shi Moqi, "but no one came to open the door after we knocked for a long time."

This Li Yi was elusive and he was not there when Lu Yuan died in the morning.

Yan Gu and Lin Zicheng came up together. He was in a very bad mood, like an old man who was about to die. His eyelids drooped and his whole body exuded an aura of "I'm dying", which was very different from his previous appearance when he would fly into a rage at the slightest provocation.

Shi Sui was playing with a spinning top in his hand, which was probably bought for him by Xu Chongchuan.

He has great skills, and the red roller dancing and flying on the rope is dazzling to watch.

As the last movement came to an end, he lifted the top up, the string automatically reeled in, and the top was held in his hand.

Song Guicheng looked around at the others and said, "Then don't wait for him. If you meet him, tell him."

Time. The most precious thing in the copy is time. Every second is a race against death.

No one had time to wait for him.

Song Guicheng summarized his findings to everyone: Lu Yuan, third floor, third trash can; Xiaowen, second floor, second trash can.

Chen Wenyu quickly concluded: "There is a corresponding trash can on each floor."

The discovery of this rule undoubtedly eliminated a condition for death for everyone. Some people were glad that they had never thrown away garbage, while others were terrified and tried hard to recall which trash can they threw the garbage into.

Liang Qiuting patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, we only had some tissues these two days. At first, I thought those different colored trash cans were for garbage sorting, so I threw the tissues into the blue trash can. The trash cans for other garbage in the community where I used to live were blue."

She lived on the first floor, and the corresponding trash can happened to be blue. Now that I think about it, she really went against the rules.

Lin Zicheng continued: "I think garbage sorting is not popular yet in this era."

Liang Qiuting smiled and said, "I used to hate garbage sorting the most, but I didn't expect that this time, by chance, I would get it right. The first time I came into contact with the classification of dry and wet garbage, I really couldn't remember it at all. Later, I figured out that dry garbage is garbage that will not rot, and wet garbage is garbage that will rot. Anyway, that's how I remembered it roughly."

Lin Zicheng glanced at Song Guicheng, then at Shi Sui, and asked, "Don't you two live on the fourth floor? How do you divide your corresponding trash cans?"

Song Guicheng blurted out: "I am the last one."

Liang Qiuting: "How do you know for sure?"

Song Guicheng answered in his heart, Some psychopath who wants to kill me told me.

When I mention that person, his eyes as black as ink jade appear in my mind, brushing against the petals and falling leaves without disturbing even a speck of dust.

He told Song Guicheng that he threw the garbage into the last yellow trash can.

But how could he know?

This time he was not an NPC in the dungeon, but possessed Chen Wenyu, who was also a player like him. Even if he could grab the player's memory, Chen Wenyu obviously didn't know this rule at that time.

What exactly is Wuzhi?

A word popped up in Song Guicheng's mind, the word that Wu Zhi had mentioned repeatedly - eternity.

He gathered his thoughts and said, "My room number is in the back."

Impeccable reason.

He tapped the cabinet he was holding lightly: "This shouldn't be a death rule. It should be superimposed with other rules."

Chen Wenyu humbly asked: "Why?"

Song Guicheng's answer was straightforward: "Intuition."

Another impeccable reason.

Chen Wenyu: …

other people:……

There are not many rules that will lead to death in the copy. Most of the rules have to be superimposed and calculated with other rules before a death sentence will be imposed.

Shi Sui started playing with his spinning top again: "You won't necessarily die if you break the rules. These two people are just like death..."

He stretched out his index finger, drew an arc in the air, and let out a "whoosh" sound from his mouth, "Did we pass by each other? He's still alive and well now."

The time period refers to Song Guicheng and Xu Chongchuan.

"The situation in the dungeon is not completely unreversible. If you are not strong enough, you will die even if you do not break the rules. If you are strong enough, you can ignore the rules directly," Song Guicheng said nonchalantly. "In short, you need to practice more if you are new."

Yan Gu, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up: "You speak as if you can ignore the rules."

He was full of resentment, and his tone was sinister and vicious.

Song Guicheng smiled at him indifferently: "I can't."

Yan Gu's fist seemed to have lost its force when it hit cotton, but he was still indignant: "Then you are talking about how awesome you are."

Song Guicheng looked at him as if he was looking at a fish out of water struggling on the shore.

He ignored Yan Gu's provocation and said lightly: "I can't ignore the rules, so I can only keep discovering the rules and then avoid them."

"I won't ignore the rules, let alone challenge them," Song Guicheng shrugged without even giving Yan Gu a look, "Who made me a rookie?"

……

……

[Okay, okay, you are a bad student. You are too bad. ]

[Yes, yes, yes, you are bad, so you can come up with the rules. ]

[Yes, yes, you are bad, so your points are given by the system out of kindness. ]

[Yeah, yeah, you're a noob, so you can counterattack from a newcomer and evolve from a little sheep to a little fox. ]

……

……

The atmosphere of the barrage was very cheerful. If you didn’t look at the environment, you would have thought they were watching a comedy.

*

"Does the trash can have anything to do with Lu Yuan's death?" Chen Wenyu asked him.

Song Guicheng looked up and found that except Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan, everyone else was looking at him.

"Relationship," he twitched his lips slightly, showing a rare bit of mischief, "I haven't found out yet."

"I'm just a little curious why the colors of the trash cans on each floor are different. What's the meaning behind it?"

He had ignored the clue of the trash can before, but now that he picked it up and thought about it, he realized that there were so many things to explore.

There are five trash cans, and the corresponding colors from left to right are blue, red, green, black, and yellow.

These colors distinguish the trash cans used in the five rooms, so they must correspond to something in the five rooms.

Chen Wenyu continued to think along the lines of what Song Guicheng had just said: "The color of the clothes? Or something in the room?"

"It's probably not clothes," Lin Zicheng pulled at his white shirt, "When we first came here, the color of everyone's clothes was basically different from the color of the trash can."

Blue and black are okay, as they are not very picky colors, but most people cannot really pull off colors with distinctive styles such as red, green, and yellow.

That day, several people entered the mission world together, and no one was seen wearing such eye-catching colors.

Lin Zicheng caught a glimpse of Song Guicheng, who was talking to Chen Wenyu with his head tilted to the side. He had delicate features, fair skin, tall stature and long legs. He thought that if it was this person, he could probably wear any color.

After all, fashion perfection mainly depends on appearance.

"Let's go back and look for items of corresponding colors in our rooms and count them," Shi Moqi said blankly. She did not join in the discussion. "We'll meet again at dinner time."

*

Chen Wenyu and Song Guicheng started searching the house.

The house in this tube-shaped building is not too big. It consists of three rooms separated by wooden boards, a bathroom next to the balcony, and a living room that cannot be called a living room after entering the door.

The two of them searched quickly, the yellow thing…the yellow thing…the yellow thing…

The drawers in the room were opened, the sheets were lifted, and the tables and chairs were moved.

Unfortunately nothing was found.

Chen Wenyu couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or happy. His mouth was dry, so he opened a bottle of soda for himself. With a very smooth technique, he pressed the lid on the hole and tapped it hard.

With a "sizzle", the soda sprayed out.

White foam spread at the mouth of the bottle and the soda slid down the bottle.

Song Guicheng's hands were stunned as he was moving the chair. Chen Wenyu knew how to open a soda bottle.

Chen Wenyu has never been the one who doesn’t know how to open a soda bottle.