I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng first sent Lin Zicheng back to the room. Room 305 was silent and dark.

Yan Gu, who had just escaped into the crowd, has not returned yet.

While Song Guicheng was wiping Lin Zicheng's face, Chen Wenyu glanced at the time: "It's past six o'clock, but it's not dark yet."

The sky was filled with thick, gray clouds, but there was no sign of it getting dark.

"Could this also be a clue?" he asked, and then answered to himself, "What does the dark time represent? Is it related to Yin Yang and the Five Elements?"

"It's difficult to see the pattern of individual changes. We have to wait for two nights before we can make any inferences." Song Guicheng washed his hands, but there was still a strong smell of blood on his body.

Chen Wenyu followed him out of the room and went to the first floor as if he couldn't smell it at all.

"And you have to associate all the rules, information, and clues you have deduced with the main quest Zhongyuan Festival released by the system."

Song Guicheng's voice echoed in the quiet corridor.

He was once again curious about the identity of the player next to him who had completed the dungeon ten times but was still confused.

But he did not ask any questions. Respecting the privacy of the employer is a basic professional ethics for an employee.

*

Song Guicheng brought three pieces of news to Liang Qiuting. The first was the discussion among the group about the theory of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements at the dinner table.

Second, I briefly described the game just now.

The third is the news of Shi Moqi’s death.

Liang Qiuting listened without saying a word, then reached out to take the lunch box that Chen Wenyu handed to her.

There were a few drops of blood on the edge of the lunch box, and she silently wiped them off with her sleeve.

She rubbed it over and over again, but the blood had already solidified into a dark brown solid, and no matter how she wiped it, traces were left.

"Liang Qiuting..." Chen Wenyu was filled with emotion. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but when he saw Liang Qiuting's expression, he could only swallow all the words.

When Liang Qiuting heard someone calling her, she looked up as if she had just woken up from a dream and put down the lunch box in her hand.

She looked at Song Guicheng and Chen Wenyu blankly, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, her lips and hands were shaking, and finally she stammered and asked:

"Has she eaten?"

Chen Wenyu frowned, with bitterness in his eyes and heart.

Things like separation and death are painful, even if you just watch them.

But he still shook his head honestly.

He could only shake his head honestly.

"Really? Why don't you eat before you leave?" Liang Qiuting complained softly, pretending to wipe her face casually, "Why don't you eat before you leave?"

She repeated the words, the broken tone spreading.

But this time, no one held her up or wiped her tears with their sleeves.

If a person can express her despair, sadness, and negative energy without restraint, it must be because she is sure that there is someone around her who can accept all of this.

After this person was gone, she learned to swallow it all on her own.

Chen Wenyu was at a loss as to what to do to comfort Liang Qiuting, but Liang Qiuting just shook her head and told him that she was fine.

Song Guicheng stood aside and pinched his palms.

He is really bad at comforting people.

The only thing his life experience taught him from beginning to end was to accept everything that happened with dignity.

"I'm really fine, don't worry about me," Liang Qiuting said, but she never looked up. "You guys should go back quickly, it will be dark soon."

Chen Wenyu could only say, "Okay."

Before turning the corner and going up the stairs, he looked back again.

Liang Qiuting was still standing at the door holding her lunch box. The light from the corridor could only barely illuminate a corner. The sadness so obviously weighed down her shoulders, making her look thin and fragile.

He only glanced twice and then looked away.

*

When he went up to the second floor, Song Guicheng saw the fiery figure again.

Xiaowen was wearing a red cheongsam that was slit to the thigh, revealing her white legs.

Her graceful and enchanting figure soon came in front of the two men, holding a ladies' handbag in her hand. The soft leather bag had pearl buttons and was finely crafted.

"Handsome guy, it's so late, why aren't you going home yet?" She greeted Song Guicheng with a sweet smile.

Song Guicheng stopped, looked at her thin eyebrows, and said, "Let's go back, Sister Wen, where are you going?"

Sister Wen tucked her hair behind her ears and said, "I'm going to the night shift. Let's go."

In just a few words of exchange, an invisible undercurrent surged between the two of them.

It was not until Xiaowen disappeared that Chen Wenyu spoke: "What happened?"

Song Guicheng looked downstairs at the red figure walking farther and farther away, like a ball of blazing fire: "Li Yi's death is related to her."

Chen Wenyu was surprised: "How do you know?"

Song Guicheng twisted his fingers and said, "Smell, she smells like she's burning."

"Smell?" Chen Wenyu took a deep breath and only smelled the lingering scent of perfume in the air, and... the smell of Song Guicheng.

He blurted out: "Is your nose made of a dog?"

After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong: "No, no, I mean your sense of smell is too sensitive."

Song Guicheng didn't seem to care at all: "I also suspect it's a dog's nose."

*

The original plan was to explore the fifth floor tonight, but due to the death of two team members and the serious injury and coma of one teammate, this plan has been temporarily shelved.

It wasn't dark yet when they finished their bath.

Song Guicheng stood by the window, looking aimlessly at the flower bed downstairs.

There are two most uncomfortable times in summer. One is the suffocating heat before the rainstorm comes, and the other is the sticky feeling clinging to the body after the rainstorm ends.

They were unlucky and missed the two days they came.

"Brother Cheng, do you think Yan Gu will die?" Chen Wenyu came out of the shower, with a towel draped over his shoulders and water dripping from his hair.

He has a very thin figure, which is completely different from Song Guicheng's thinness.

One is soft yet resilient, the other is so fragile that it seems like it can be broken by a single hand.

Song Guicheng looked him up and down, and did not answer his question immediately. Instead, he said, "Remember to exercise more when you go out this time. If you can't beat the ghosts, you have to run away from them."

Chen Wenyu pinched his waist embarrassedly, and looked at Song Guicheng's waist wrapped in a white shirt. It was thin but not skinny, and showed resilience.

"Brother Cheng, did you exercise regularly in the past?" Chen Wenyu and Song Guicheng stood side by side.

The child's name changed again, from Mr. Song to Song Guicheng to Guicheng to Brother Cheng, which was a process of gradually increasing intimacy.

He kept an eye on the weather outside while chatting with Chen Wenyu: "Yeah."

"Can you tell me what the world outside is like? How is it different from Soul Tracing?"

outside world?

Hearing Chen Wenyu's description, Song Guicheng raised his eyebrows and turned to look at him: "You didn't come from the outside world?"

Chen Wenyu wiped his hair with a towel: "No, my parents were, but they died a long time ago."

Song Guicheng was a little surprised, not only because of Chen Wenyu's identity, but also because he was surprised that players could give birth to children in the Soul Tracing World?!

That's right, it's just entering the game, it doesn't lose any function.

"Can I still get an education here?" he asked curiously.

Chen Wenyu looked puzzled: "Of course, I'm already in college."

He estimated Chen Wenyu's age, which showed that the Soul-Tracing Game had existed for a long time, and that a large number of new players would be introduced from the "outside world" every once in a while.

What is this screening criteria?

Meeting Chen Wenyu's curious and clear gaze, Song Guicheng temporarily put all other questions back in his heart and answered his question seriously.

In the outside world, there are no copies, no ghosts or rules that can take your life at any time.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons change, day and night alternate.

There are tall buildings with people rushing to work among them, and there are streets and alleys that run through the steel jungle of the city.

Flying over the city, you can see green grasslands, mountains and seas, and the horizon at the end, the sunrise and sunset are emitting dazzling brilliance without any effort...

Chen Wenyu was listening with fascination when Song Guicheng's voice suddenly stopped and the light coming in from the window disappeared in an instant, leaving only the dim light above his head.

"it's dark."

Chen Wenyu understood and immediately checked the time: "7 o'clock."

One hour later than yesterday.