I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The night suddenly enveloped the two of them without warning.

If you are a newcomer entering the dungeon world, you probably won't pay too much attention to the changes between day and night in the dungeon.

The panic of entering an unfamiliar environment for the first time makes it difficult for them to concentrate and think, and this change in the real world is likely to be ignored.

Fortunately, Song Guicheng had developed keener observation skills through the training in the previous copies.

He closed the window and left the curtains open out of caution.

Chen Wenyu's hair was almost dry, and it lay flat on his head. "Will the sun set an hour later in the future?"

This was their second day in the dungeon, the eighth day of the first lunar month in 1992, six days before the Ghost Festival.

If darkness were delayed by one hour every day...

Song Guicheng's pupils suddenly shrank, so the time of darkness on the last day would be postponed to 1 a.m. the next day, which was 1 a.m. on the day of the Ghost Festival!

At 1 a.m., changes will occur on the fifth floor. This was the clue that Li Yi gave them.

We must not wait until that day.

Song Guicheng rubbed his forehead, his handsome eyebrows slightly wrinkled: "We can't delay going to the fifth floor any longer."

Chen Wenyu nodded in agreement, "We can't delay any longer!"

Song Guicheng couldn't help but tilt his head and laugh, his light brown eyes filled with joy at being amused by the child.

"We can't delay any longer and we can't go tonight," Song Guicheng pushed him to sleep, "We'll discuss this matter with everyone tomorrow."

Chen Wenyu agreed obediently.

*

Song Guicheng did not sleep well last night. Wu Zhi, blood, feather-like white light, cold rain and strange voices filled his dreams.

The feeling of being unable to control himself and being addicted to it annoyed him and even made him feel a little fear for no reason.

The fear of strange and bizarre monsters comes from his biological instinct and the sounding of biological alarm bells when his life is threatened.

Those shocks, tensions, and fears were like sand castles built in the wind. After several copies, they had been eroded by the wind until nothing was left.

He mastered a skill without any instruction: how to use reason to suppress his physiological reactions, and to put human wisdom and the power of ghosts in a desperate battle on the precarious balance of rules.

Survive in the cracks.

This time he truly felt fear, a fear that surged from the depths of his soul, and its source was a dream.

A dream with drizzling rain.

Under the gloomy sky and in the humid air, he felt a word that even he found ridiculous - a sense of security.

In this small world enveloped by wind and rain, he doesn't need to smile, talk, or hold an umbrella. He can just ask, why is it raining here all the time?

He could tell that the man who asked this question didn't hate the rain, he just wanted to stay a little longer and talk to the rain more.

He hoped that the rain would never stop.

Even if this rain soaked him, gave him a fever and made him sick, made him suffer so much that his whole body was convulsing, and trapped him forever.

He also hopes to never go out.

Wu Zhi actually said something that is very true: You belong to the past and have no future.

He was afraid of Wu Zhi, but not afraid of the pain that Wu Zhi would give him.

The pain made him sober, and the pain didn't lie.

He was afraid that Wu Zhi could easily see into his soul, his dark and claustrophobic heart, his pretended gentleness and kindness, his cowardice and vulnerability.

He was afraid of Wu Zhi's hands holding his, afraid of the smile Wu Zhi showed him, and afraid of the cold smell in Wu Zhi's arms.

He was afraid of anything that could make him feel happy.

*

Too many thoughts made Song Guicheng sleep uneasily tonight. He curled up into a ball, holding the bed sheet tightly in his hands.

On a hot summer night, the electric fan was silently turning on, but cold sweat soaked his clothes.

Song Guicheng opened his eyes in the darkness.

Silence flows in the night, and darkness flows before your eyes as if it has substance.

He touched the marbles he had placed on his body, but the thick darkness made it impossible for him to see anything. He did not take them out to look at them, but just held them in his hand.

As pure as water, he muttered silently, covering his eyes with his arms, a smile that seemed both mocking and sad at the corner of his mouth.

If Chen Wenyu grew up a little bit, he might understand that extreme goodness and extreme evil both end in destruction.

One is to destroy everything except oneself, the other is to destroy oneself except everything.

"Da da da"

Suddenly, a voice broke into my ears, faint, clear, and familiar, winding stickily in the air.

Song Guicheng didn't move. He had already imagined the scene just by listening to the sound.

The glass beads fell, bounced, fell again, and bounced again.

It seemed as if the person playing marbles was standing beside his bed, staring coldly at the person sleeping on the bed, catching the bouncing marbles with his hands and then throwing them down.

Song Guicheng knew how Lu Yuan was led out of the bedroom.

He took his arm away from his eyes and began to seriously consider whether to use the trick.

On any other night, he would pretend that he heard nothing. No matter how the glass beads fell and bounced, he would not be moved, but would turn his back and continue to sleep.

But tonight, excessive thinking made his thinking dull, his willpower weak, and he didn't wake up from his dream so quickly.

He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head, but saw nothing.

The sound stopped abruptly the moment he opened his eyes, and then rang out violently again, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like the gentle temptation of a prey before taking the bait.

Song Guicheng saw himself slowly sitting up from the bed, fumbling to smooth out the wrinkled shirt, putting on slippers, and squatting down to straighten his trouser legs.

The sound rang out in the silent night, "da, da, da", the strange sound came one after another, getting closer and closer, maliciously urging him to go out.

Song Guicheng took a step forward and followed the ghost's deliberate inducement, walking towards the bedroom door.

Even at this point, he could still find time to think.

Did Lu Yuan die because he left the bedroom door or because he opened the window? How did the ghost kill him?

After joining the guild, he watched many gameplay videos shot based on players' narrations, and learned that spirit ghosts were different from physical ghosts. Although they could pass through walls, they could not directly attack players.

They need a certain opportunity to pull players into their magnetic field, and for this, they first need to shake the players' will.

Ghosts are skilled at lurking and luring. They are good at seizing every opportunity to challenge people's hearts and take advantage of human nature. When human willpower collapses, that's when they close their nets.

They spy on people's hearts, intimidate, frighten, or create illusions that humans want to see, in order to achieve their goals.

Song Guicheng didn't know which one he would see.

*

He grasped the bedroom door handle, and the cold metal touch from his palm made him shudder.

He slowly opened the door, and with a very light "creak", the door opened.

The dark clouds dispersed, and a half-moon hung high in the sky. Moonlight poured in through the windows that had no curtains drawn.

A ray of cold moonlight was falling, and the corners of the eyes and eyebrows of the man in front of him made him look even colder.

He has black hair, a dark robe, and deep eyes.

Song Guicheng was slightly stunned, but not too surprised.

The man stretched out his hand towards Song Guicheng. His slender hand had distinct joints. He looked careless but with an irresistible force:

"Come here, I'll take you away."

At that moment, his heart was like a huge rock, "plop", smashing into the boundless deep ocean, deafening but silent.

He suddenly felt pain for no apparent reason, so severe that he could not stand and could only squat down, holding his chest.

The world was divided into two halves by the door. Outside the house was endless coldness and the shadow of death, and inside the house was suffocating silence.

Song Guicheng knew that the person outside the house was fake. He thought it was funny, so he really laughed.

But he was not laughing at others, because the acting skills of the ghost outside the house were much better than Wu Zhi's.

He was just laughing at himself.

Song Guicheng, you are so pitiful and ridiculous.

As long as there is someone who has been nice to you, you will want to give everything to repay him, even if this person tried to kill you three times.

But you just can’t forget that he saved you twice.

Your memory is so good, good enough to remember the smell of blood in the yellow dust, good enough to remember the bloody mouths and bloody eyes of ghosts, good enough to remember the cold hands and arms in despair, good enough to remember even the smells and sounds will not fade in your memory.

So good that you remember that you didn't stab Wu Zhi's chest with a dagger last night out of revenge.

So good that you remember how sad and desperate you were when you wanted to die, and then what kind of personality you made up to convince yourself that you didn't want to die at Wu Zhi's hands.

Is it rebellion? Is it stubbornness?

No, your bones were broken into pieces many years ago.

Song Guicheng felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and a bloody despair spread in the air.

Why save me? Why kill me? Why leave me? Why drive me away?

Why not someone else, but me?

He thought he had built the strongest heart, created the most perfect self with his smile and gentleness, and thought that no one would leave him helpless again.

The chill came through his body again, but this time it relieved the pain in his body.

Song Guicheng climbed up by holding onto the wall, held onto the door frame, and slammed the door shut.

This game just has the ability to force people into a desperate situation, and someone just appears when they are isolated and helpless.

Tearing him apart with flesh and blood, reaching straight for his fragile heart.

He leaned against the door frame and slid down slowly.

The air was silent, the night was restless, he buried his head in his knees and wrapped his arms around himself.

Until this moment, he could no longer deceive himself with high-sounding reasons.

The day when the man pulled him behind him and told him not to look at it anymore.

The day that person held him in his arms.

That person told him that the day would come when only he and himself would be left in this world.

The day when the man said to him, "Go away."

He couldn't help but feel his heart beat for him.

It was absurd and ridiculous, but it was so real and urgent that it beat in his heart.

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Wu Zhi killed Xiao Cheng for a reason!

I will not favor one over the other in shaping the characters of my two sons, but will complete their characters bit by bit in the story.

It is essentially a two-way redemption process.

Also, Xiao Cheng is actually a bit hypocritical and good at acting, but I think this is also good.

Who is not hypocritical in this world, and who doesn't need to act?

A true actor will not leave any trace of his performance, whether it is good or evil.