I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The sun rises as usual, no matter what happened the night before, life or death, a new day will still come.

Chen Wenyu got up from the bed, wearing slippers, and went to wash up, only to find that Song Guicheng had gotten up without him noticing.

He seemed to like standing by the window very much. At this moment, he stood tall with one hand in his pocket, and played with the glass bead with the other hand.

He threw the crystal clear and round beads up and caught them, threw them up and caught them again and again, back and forth several times without missing a single time.

He didn't even stare at the glass bead, but looked downstairs casually, with no expression on his face, and his soft outline seemed inexplicably cold.

Even if Chen Wenyu was slow to react, he could still sense that Song Guicheng was different now than usual.

He was hesitating whether to go up and say hello, and Song Guicheng turned his head to look at him, with a faint smile on his thin lips: "Awake?"

It was as if the coldness just now was just an illusion.

The glass bead fell steadily into the palm of his hand. He did not throw it up again, but picked it up.

Chen Wenyu rubbed his hair that had curled up due to sleep and walked over: "Brother Cheng, you woke up so early? What are you looking at?"

A little paper man suddenly popped out of his coat pocket and greeted him delicately, "Good morning, brother."

Chen Wenyu was startled and quickly took two steps back, his face full of tension and panic.

When he saw clearly that the paper man was grabbing the cloth in the pocket, Chen Wenyu realized that this should be Song Guicheng's prop.

He adjusted his glasses and stretched his neck: "Hello."

"Brother, you're a coward!" Chen Wenyu didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there was a smile of success on the face of the little paper man.

Song Guicheng touched Xiaohua's head and introduced his paper daughter to Chen Wenyu.

Xiaohua is much cuter than ordinary paper figures, except that her body is a little flat. From the front, she looks like a little Thumbelina.

"Thumbelina?" Song Guicheng thought the word was very interesting.

"Yes, Thumbelina," Chen Wenyu boldly poked Xiaohua's face, but Xiaohua dodged him, "It's a fairy tale my mother told me when I was a child."

Song Guicheng untied the loose hair tie on Xiaohua's head and said, "Your mother must have loved you very much at that time."

Xiaohua immediately said: "My mother loves me too!"

Song Guicheng kept moving his hands, but he was just being more gentle.

Chen Wenyu pinched his fingers that were about to move, and looked at Song Guicheng braiding Xiaohua's hair with envy: "Actually, I don't remember a lot of things, I only remember a little bit."

He asked casually, "Brother Cheng, what about you?"

Song Guicheng gently pinched the hair rope that was only as long as his little finger, wrapped it around the end of the small flower whip twice, tied a bow, and answered him: "I can't remember."

"Can't remember? Alas, I can't remember clearly either. After all, my mother had been ..." Chen Wenyu realized something, he took a deep breath, and changed the subject, "Brother Cheng, what were you watching just now..."

His voice fell silent when he saw the man nailed to the trunk of the tree.

Yan Gu is dead.

It's hardly an unexpected death.

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Yan Gu's body was nailed to the tree, his head down and his feet up, with no obvious wounds on his body.

With the body upside down in this way, gravity would soon cause the body to fall, but with his head pressed against the bark and his limbs together, if viewed right side up, it would be a standard standing posture, steady and motionless.

Lin Zicheng was still unconscious, and the remaining five people surrounded his body to study it.

Song Guicheng used a branch to poke the part where the bark and the trunk were glued together, and it was indeed a perfect fit.

Chen Wenyu never left his notebook, which clearly recorded the circumstances of each deceased person. As he wrote, he sighed in his heart that Yan Gu was the one who died most peacefully.

"Head down."

He heard Song Guicheng say something without any context, and the pen stopped: "What?"

Song Guicheng did not answer him immediately. Instead, he knelt on one knee, bent down and turned his head to observe Yan Gu's head which was close to the ground.

He seemed to have discovered something, but he couldn't be sure for a moment, so he moved his feet forward and took another closer look.

He looked up and said, "This tree gave him seeds."

A small bunch of green buds emerged above Yan Gu's crown. They were furry and the shape of the leaves was similar to that of the leaves of this tree, but they were hidden in the thick black hair and could not be seen without a close look.

Song Guicheng stood up and brushed off the dust on his knees.

Four people have died so far: Lu Yuan, Li Yi, Shi Moqi, and Yan Gu.

The four people died in different ways and for different reasons, but they still had one thing in common: they were facing downwards, either head down or face down.

Chen Wenyu flipped through his notes from the past two days, biting the tip of his pen and asking, "Could it be a hint of what's going on?"

Liang Qiuting suggested: "How about digging it out?"

She seemed to have recovered from yesterday's blow, but if you looked closely, you could still notice that she had tied her hair into a high ponytail and changed into darker clothes.

The temperament is less gentle and more cold.

"If you want to dig, you guys can do it. I won't participate." Shi Sui waved his hands lazily. He stood under the shade of the tree, his face turning visibly pale.

The dark clouds dispersed last night, and the scorching sun jumped out from the horizon in a hurry.

It was not even nine o'clock, and the weather had not yet reached its hottest point, but Shi Sui was already finding it a little unbearable.

Xu Chongchuan hugged him, touched his forehead, wiped the sweat off his face skillfully, and like a magic trick, took out a bottle of water for him to drink.

Song Guicheng nodded: "You can try digging. The only thing that can be moved is the flower bed."

Everywhere else is cement ground.

"Can we move this flower bed?" Chen Wenyu was a little hesitant. He still remembered the information revealed by Lu Yuan and was worried about breaking the rules.

Song Guicheng thought about it carefully for a while, and Chen Wenyu held his breath and waited for his answer.

But the man in front of him pursed his lips slightly, and a hint of deep meaning flashed across his light brown eyes: "Then let's find someone to try."

Chen Wenyu had the illusion that he was being watched. He held his notebook tightly and asked, "Who?"

"Yes." Song Guicheng raised his chin slightly.

Several people turned their heads together, and saw a fat man with sparse hair staggering in, his steps unsteady, humming a song.

He is the male owner of the house on the third floor.

Before Chen Wenyu could react, Song Guicheng suddenly pushed him into the flower bed.

Chen Wenyu, with his butt up in the air, a handful of grass pulled, and a confused look on his face:?

He was confused, and Song Guicheng slapped him hard on the back. The "pop" sound was so crisp and loud that it could be heard from several meters away.

Chen Wenyu was suddenly hit and felt a sharp pain in his back, but he dared not say a word:? ?

"Look for it! If you can't find it today, come back and see how I'll deal with you!" Song Guicheng changed from his usual gentleness and calmness to a fierce look on his face, with a frown and a raised hand as if he was going to teach a naughty child a lesson.

Chen Wenyu, who was inexplicably role-played but didn't even dare to fart: ...

Shi Sui became interested and immediately took over the role: "Hey, stop fighting, stop fighting, let's talk it out nicely." As he said this, he went up to separate the fight.

When the others saw it, they thought: Here comes the job.

Three people stepped forward to stop Song Guicheng who was about to continue beating Chen Wenyu.

"It's just a small matter, but you beat the child badly, is it that serious?"

"Why can't you talk about it in a nice way? How can you hit a child?"

"Don't be confused. Uncle Liu has already said that we are not allowed to quarrel in this building."

Chen Wenyu's thin shoulders trembled slightly. He squatted on the ground and didn't dare to speak. He didn't even dare to dodge Song Guicheng's slap. He obediently used his hands to pull the grass.

The comments were so funny:

【Chen Wenyu: If you provoke me, you provoke me. 】

[May I ask what you want him to look for? Loneliness?]

[I laughed so hard that I vomited hahahahahahaha]

[Brother, please beat me! I want to be your dog! ! ]

【What on earth is he doing this for? 】

……

The audience in the live broadcast room included those who were laughing uncontrollably, those who were licking the screen, those who were role-playing, and those who were wondering what Song Guicheng was going to do.

When they saw the man from the third floor coming over here to join in the fun, they understood.

The male host, who didn't know he was being teased, said: "Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?"