I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Memories are strange things. They keep being remembered when you try to forget them, and keep slipping into the cracks of oblivion when you try to retrieve them.

Song Guicheng has a good memory. Perhaps thanks to this, his learning journey can be said to be smooth sailing. He also relied on the details he inadvertently remembered to solve the puzzles in the copy.

But he is also limited by this. He remembers every hurt, every helplessness, and every despair in his life.

Just like now, he didn't need to make any effort. Every word Wu Zhi said and every movement he made that day, his soft hair, cold body temperature, and eyes that looked at him as if he were nothing, were all replayed in his mind without any error.

It's like replaying a movie, frame by frame, scene by scene, accurate and clear.

The suffocating feeling seemed to surge up his throat again, and he unconsciously held onto the wall.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Wenyu came out after washing his hands and saw Song Guicheng's face suddenly turned pale, so he hurried over to help him.

Song Guicheng took a deep breath and swallowed his pounding heart back from his throat. He walked to the window and wanted to breathe some fresh air.

As he turned around, the unintentional change in perspective made his heart, which had just calmed down, start beating wildly again.

Found it, the only yellow thing in their room:

curtain.

On the first night he found a dead man's fingernail in the curtain's zip cord.

Chen Wenyu followed Song Guicheng's gaze and saw the dark yellow curtains.

!!!

His breath was choked, and he held Song Guicheng's hand and pressed down nervously.

"Hiss——" Song Guicheng's face twitched in pain.

Chen Wenyu immediately relaxed, raised his hands and stepped back: "Sorry, sorry, it's a conditioned reflex. The curtains are yellow, the curtains are yellow..."

He took the notebook out of his trouser pocket tremblingly, but his hands shook and the pen fell to the ground.

"Gurgle Gurgle" and rolled to Song Guicheng's feet.

Song Guicheng picked it up and handed it to him: "You didn't change your expression when you saw Lu Yuan's body this morning, why are you so scared now?"

Chen Wenyu took the pen, his face turned pale, and he smiled miserably: "I am not afraid of others dying, but I am afraid that I will die."

The rules for the trash cans have been deduced, but the rules for the colors are not yet clear.

The dark yellow curtain is undoubtedly a rope around a person's neck that would take his life. No one knows when it will be tightened, leaving the person in the copy world forever.

"There will definitely be more deaths in this instance," Chen Wenyu wiped the dust off his pen, "Only one person died. We can't deduce all the rules just by dying one person."

Just like he said last time, the derivation of every rule requires the player to pay the price of his life.

The system, tasks, and NPCs will no longer provide players with effective information. The way to life lies in death, and no one wants to die.

Song Guicheng didn't know how to comfort him for a moment, because Chen Wenyu should have more experience than him, but he was also more afraid than him.

"Have you ever heard of any player leaving the dungeon?" he asked Chen Wenyu.

Chen Wenyu replied: "No."

He also wrote the clue about the curtain in his notebook.

"But I know there's someone who's strong enough to ignore the dungeon rules." His face showed admiration, envy, and frustration at his own situation, which could be felt even through the thick lenses.

Song Guicheng probably knew who he was talking about.

The only super S-level player and the president of his guild: Jiang Chi.

The somewhat mysterious young man was surprisingly nice to him and helped him the first time they met.

It is hard to tell whether he is simply kind-hearted or has some ulterior motive.

After all, people like Jiang Chi are a minority, and most players are struggling to survive under the absolute oppression of the rules.

Throw all your life and blood into this inhumane game.

Soon, Chen Wenyu's words came true.

The second death in this copy appeared - Li Yi on the second floor.

Upon hearing the news, everyone gathered on the second floor, but gathered at the door and didn't dare to go in, because the house was in a mess, with charred walls and ashes left after the burn.

Li Yi's body was lying across the doorway, head down, with his lower body inside the room and his upper body exposed outside. It was burned beyond recognition.

The air was mixed with the smell of burnt and fireworks, which made people feel dizzy if they smelled it for a long time.

His exposed arms were still stretched upward, as if he was struggling to climb out just before his death.

But in the end, he was dragged into the room by an unknown force, and his life was burned along with the entire room in the flames, and he was buried in hell.

No one heard the sound.

*

Song Guicheng was the first person to discover Li Yi's death.

As dinner time approached, he went downstairs with Chen Wenyu.

The stairs here are dark and narrow, and even darker in rainy weather. The lights above are just for show and can only illuminate the area at the stairs.

The corridor was so quiet that only the footsteps of Song Guicheng and Chen Wenyu could be heard.

Coming down the corner of the stairs on the third floor, Song Guicheng was startled by a figure that suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

The figure had his back to him, half of his body hidden behind the wall, and the other half hidden in the dim light of the staircase.

Looks like a ghost.

As if he noticed Song Guicheng's gaze, he slowly turned his head, revealing only half of his face under the light, and his facial features were blurred as if they had melted.

Only one dark eye was left, staring at Song Guicheng, who was several flights of stairs away from him.

Song Guicheng's steps on the stairs froze, and he retracted his legs as he was about to take a step.

Chen Wenyu followed him and stopped, turned his head and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

When Song Guicheng looked again, the shadow had disappeared, as if the malicious prying gaze just now was just an illusion.

But he knew it was not his illusion.

Chen Wenyu sensed that the atmosphere was wrong and quietly shut up.

"Let's go to the second floor and take a look." Song Guicheng said in a deep voice.

He remembered that Li Yi lived in 206.

The first household after turning the stairs is 201.

The closer he got, the more uneasy Song Guicheng felt.

His heart beat faster silently and he pinched the corner of his clothes.

Until he smelled something burning.

Song Guicheng knew that something had happened to Li Yi.

*

Li Yi’s death was not surprising, but what was strange was the way he died.

Burned to death by fire.

No struggle, no shouting, just a silent death.

The fire seemed to have selected its target in advance, and retreated silently after killing Li Yi.

All eight players crowded in the small doorway, like ducks stuffed into a bamboo cage, each stretching their heads.

"He, he broke some rules," Liang Qiuting said in a trembling voice, "Didn't he say he would go up to the fifth floor with us tonight? How could he die suddenly?"

Chen Wenyu took notes in silence.

The nonsensical rules put everyone in a depressing environment, and some people's spirits have begun to collapse.

Being burned to death is an extremely painful way to die. Normally, being scalded once is painful enough, let alone burning a large area of ​​skin.

Just by looking at it, even my own pain nerves seemed to twitch.

Song Guicheng thought of the shadow he had just seen in the stairwell. He walked in, took out his key, and gently poked Li Yi's burnt body.

Suddenly, Li Yi's body collapsed limply as if all his bones had been pulled out, with skin sticking to skin and sticking to the ground.

! !

His body was empty, leaving only the burnt skin.

Liang Qiuting covered her mouth and stepped back, her legs going weak. Fortunately, Shi Moqi supported her from behind.

No one expected this to happen.

Silence enveloped everyone; only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard. The depressing atmosphere was like a heavy stone pressing on people's hearts.

There have been two deaths.

Song Guicheng connected the known information in his mind:

Lu Yuan - third floor - green trash can - stabbed to death by a tree.

Li Yi - second floor - red trash can - burned to death by fire.

……

"I see!"

Song Guicheng's voice was a little trembling, breaking the silence in the air.

He clenched the key in his hand, and the gears pressed against his palm, causing a subtle pain.

“The color of the trash can corresponds to the way the occupants died.”