I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The little boy grabbed Song Guicheng's clothes and said, "Brother, play games with me."

Then came the electronic sound of the system issuing a task.

[Post a side quest: Play games with Xiaoyan]

[System Mall is temporarily closed]

[Task reward: 2000 points]

The boy's voice was like a cassette tape, jumping out of his throat word by word, sounding indescribably creepy.

The air around him seemed to freeze. Song Guicheng looked at the pale little hand holding him, pursed his lips slightly, and smiled slightly in his light brown eyes: "Okay, what do you want to play?"

There was no fear or panic in the steady voice, as if he was facing a normal child and was just playing an ordinary game.

In the barrage:

[…Is this what ignorance is all about? ]

[Brother, don't you understand the seriousness of the matter? ]

[Is this new one? Go check out the host's first two live broadcasts. The kids in them are more creepy than the last. This kid is pretty.]

[What's going on? I feel like my child has grown up! ]

【Orange, Mom loves you! 】

……

……

Song Guicheng was indeed not that scared. Compared to the ghost baby he encountered in the novice copy, this little boy at least looked like a human being. Ignoring the gloomy atmosphere around him, he could even be called cute.

*

The cloudy evening sky was thick and heavy, like a weightless balance scale.

They followed Xiaoyan to the open space in front of Yongding Building. The gray cement floor was half dry, and the rough and uneven surface was covered with slippery gravel.

The game Xiaoyan wants to play is very simple: drop the handkerchief.

Song Guicheng remembered that he had played it, but he only remembered it. He could not remember more specifically when and with whom he played it.

He has only vague memories of his childhood.

His brother told him that he had a poor brain when he was a child and had been missing for a while. Only after he was found did he gradually show extraordinary memory.

He remembers everything that happened after he was ten years old, but the memories before he was ten are like words written on the beach, repeatedly beaten by the waves of time, and gradually melt away.

He rubbed his aching temple and stood next to Chen Wenyu. There was a hollow at his feet, which was full of water.

The player and the little boy formed a circle of seven people.

The rules of dropping the handkerchief are not complicated. When the game starts, the person chosen to drop the handkerchief walks outside the circle and must drop the handkerchief behind one of the people without being noticed.

The person who has been thrown a handkerchief should quickly find the handkerchief behind him, then stand up and chase the person who threw the handkerchief. The person who threw the handkerchief should run along the circle and sit down at his own position.

If caught, the person who dropped the handkerchief loses, and if caught, the chaser loses.

If it were in the real world, the punishment for a child losing would at most be singing, dancing, or telling stories, but in the copy world, there is only one outcome for losing: death.

This word weighed heavily on everyone's heart, and everyone's face looked unhappy.

"Don't give any hints to anyone." Before the game started, Song Guicheng whispered quickly to Chen Wenyu.

Chen Wenyu first felt his ears itchy, and then Song Guicheng's words were transmitted from his ears to his brain.

Don't give anybody a tip.

He clenched his hands and repeated this sentence in his mind several times.

The little boy took out a marble from his pocket and said, "Whoever I throw the marble behind will chase me."

He paused and glanced at a few adults with serious expressions. His head did not move, only his eyeballs moved, which was inexplicably creepy.

His mouth, as white as the wall, opened and closed: "If you can catch me, you win."

The tone was brisk, the intonation quirky, and actually had a hint of childish innocence and playfulness.

He pulled up the corners of his mouth and showed a big smile: "The game begins."

It was like the sigh of a rusty machine; as the words fell, the temperature around them seemed to drop a few degrees, and everyone was shrouded in an invisible shadow.

*

"Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief~"

Along with the sound of footsteps, a song began to sound. The melody was simple and catchy, and the innocent voice hummed around behind the few people.

"Gently throw it behind the kid~Don't tell him~"

Song Guicheng could clearly feel that the temperature around him dropped without warning. In this sultry summer, the cold turned into icicles and pierced into people's skin.

Chen Wenyu subconsciously held his breath, his heart seemed to be about to jump out, and his ten fingers curled up into fists. Fear was like a worm, gnawing a big hole in the heart bit by bit.

"Hurry up, hurry up and catch him~ Hurry up, hurry up and catch him~"

The singing and footsteps stopped together, and an overwhelming silence suddenly descended.

Chen Wenyu stopped breathing for a moment, and his clenched fists relaxed slightly.

He saw the boy stop behind Shi Moqi who was opposite him. He tilted his head and smiled at Chen Wenyu who saw him. His inorganic eyes seemed like dead objects.

Chen Wenyu suddenly thought of Song Guicheng’s reminder just now: Don’t give any hints to anyone.

His heartbeat suddenly quickened twice, and finally he chose to turn a blind eye.

Lin Zicheng, who was standing on the right side of Chen Wenyu, caught a glimpse of the little boy standing behind Shi Moqi and his pupils suddenly shrank.

He rolled his eyes secretly, trying to give Shi Moqi a hint.

Just as he blinked, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his eyes.

The next second, his two eyeballs fell out as if they were dug out. The oval-shaped balls were covered with flesh and nerves, and hung on his chin, precariously.

"Ah——" he screamed in pain.

But it was as if the sound was blocked. Others could only see his open mouth and painful expression. He bent over and curled up in pain, but there was no sound.

It was like a pantomime.

*

"Hehehe," the little boy laughed out loud, his laughter was light and lively.

Shi Moqi finally reacted and turned around to chase the boy.

"Haha, haha, haha", the boy who was being chased didn't feel panicked at all. Obviously, he was being chased, but he had a sense of relaxation and ease.

The wind whistled in her ears, but Shi Moqi kept running towards the figure in front of her. However, after just a few steps, she was unable to catch up.

Still a little worse, still a little worse...

The edges of her vision blurred and the sand rubbed against the soles of her shoes, making a rustling sound.

She was only an arm's length away from the person in front of her. She stretched out her arm to try to grab the white spot, and stepped into the pond next to Song Guicheng with her Martin boots on.

All movements came to an abrupt stop. Before she could react, a strong feeling of suffocation rushed to her head, as if she was pressed into water by several hands, and her ears, mouth, and eyes were all filled with water.

She struggled desperately, bubbles seemed to come out of her mouth uncontrollably, her throat was blocked by the water, and it was scrambling to rob the last bit of oxygen in her lungs.

The abdominal cavity continued to expand and grow, and the body sank like a stone.

Dying?

Dying?

She cried out silently in her heart, but no miracle happened. No god came down from the sky to save her from danger.

That's about it.

Closing her eyes, she thought, it’s too late to go back, and the food will probably be cold.

*

In the eyes of others, what they saw was that Shi Moqi stepped into the pond halfway through her run, and her whole body seemed to be cast under a spell, frozen in place in a running posture.

Then her limbs dropped down, her mouth opened wide, desperately seeking oxygen, and she twisted her body as if entangled in water plants. Her belly grew little by little as she moved, swelling into the size of a nine-month pregnant woman's belly.

No sound, no shouting, no cry for help.

The air seemed to have stopped and solidified. The remaining people didn't dare to breathe. Breathing became extremely difficult and the air they breathed in was full of panic.

The little boy she was chasing returned to his position at a speed that was impossible for an ordinary person to achieve, from the moment she took her first step.

Shi Moqi's pursuit was declared a failure before it even began.

They saw firsthand the punishment for losing the game.

Death was like black wings, covering Shi Moqi, ending her life completely and casting others into shadow.

Lin Zicheng collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, blood crisscrossing his cheeks. The blood from his eye sockets dripped down his temples onto the ground, quickly forming a pool of bright red, which was glaring on the gray concrete floor.

Life or death is uncertain.