I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

While everyone else was concentrating on studying the amulet, Song Guicheng and Shi Sui quietly went upstairs.

Ye Yiru's body disappeared, leaving only dried blood on the ground.

The two men avoided the blood on the ground and stepped into the bathroom. They turned on the light and found that the situation inside was even more tragic than outside.

The porcelain white wall tiles were covered with bloodstains, and dark red bloodstains were scattered on the ground. If Miao Mingjie downstairs saw it, she would probably scream again.

Song Guicheng was relatively calm. He squatted down and took a closer look. "I searched almost everywhere that day, but didn't find anything here."

Shi Sui did not speak, but moved his nose, then walked to the toilet and opened the lid of the water tank. A strong smell of blood came out: "Found it."

"What?" Song Guicheng was stunned.

There was a body in the water tank, one piece on top of another, with blood dripping down the wall.

Song Guicheng took a breath and felt nauseous.

Shi Sui leaned down, wanting to take a closer look: "Is this Ye Yiru's body?"

Song Guicheng nodded, because he saw a hand, and the owner of this hand could only be an adult woman.

He shuddered at the thought of something dragging Ye Yiru's body and dismembering her piece by piece as they gathered downstairs.

Dead bodies can indeed provide them with many clues. They have been able to confirm that their sister is dead, and the cause of death is most likely dismemberment.

What kind of hatred or grudge is that to treat a five or six-year-old child like this?

"If my sister's head is not here, where could it be?" Song Guicheng said to himself.

At first they thought their sister's body would be in this bathroom, but unexpectedly they found Ye Yiru's.

After hearing the news, the other players' faces became even uglier than before, especially Chen Qiao and Miao Mingjie. Their fear reached its peak at this moment.

Miao Mingjie tightly grasped the pillow under her body, and kept muttering: "Don't come to me, don't come to me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

She kept repeating this sentence, which annoyed Che Wen: "Okay, calm down. You haven't triggered the death conditions. Who wants you to die?"

Miao Mingjie glanced at Che Wen's impatient eyes, lowered her head and stopped talking.

As lunch time approached, the players returned to their rooms, not wanting to face the couple head-on and the lunch they had prepared.

Chen Qiao and Miao Mingjie didn't want to go back to their rooms even more. Fortunately, Che Wen and the others allowed them to stay in their room for a while.

Song Guicheng had just seen the body parts and had no appetite at all, so he simply sat on the bed and flipped through his sister's picture album from beginning to end.

But when he turned to the last blank page, he found something unusual. The originally clean drawing paper was smudged with red.

He lowered his head and smelled it, his expression changed slightly. There was a faint fishy smell, and the moment he smelled it he could be sure that there was blood on the paper.

He called Shi Sui, and Shi Sui's conclusion was the same as his.

But they have kept the picture album in the room. Has anyone ever come in?

Song Guicheng stared at the dark brown door. In the dim light, it seemed to have turned into a deep, invisible vortex.

"No," Shi Sui said, "It could also be a chain reaction caused by Ye Yiru's death."

But no one knew what this red bloodstain represented or what it meant. All they could do was wait for something to happen, whether it was good or bad.

Song Guicheng originally wanted to put this picture book under his pillow, but now he didn't dare to do that, so he had to put it in the closet.

Put it together with the Ping An Fu they picked up.

Looking at the two objects lying side by side in the closet, he had some bad associations in his mind, so he simply took out Ping An Fu and put it in the drawer.

Zhang Yifan was sleeping on the bed. He had become much quieter since he found Ye Yiru's body, as if that was also his fate.

However, no one could comfort him. He was lucky to be able to protect himself in this strange world. All he could do was to become stronger.

Waiting in an atmosphere of oppression and terror is very agonizing, making people feel painful and tormented.

Song Guicheng finished eating his biscuits and looked up, only to find that the sky was gradually getting dark and it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan were discussing something, both speaking in low voices. He noticed that Xu Chongchuan glanced at him a few times.

None of them were in the mood for dinner, so they took turns washing up and going to bed. Song Guicheng pressed the switch, and everything in front of him fell into darkness.

As people of the same age say, it is safest to sleep until dawn. However, in the early morning, a strange sound came into Song Guicheng's ears.

It was a sound similar to the rustling of clothes, coming from above the head.

Because two people slept in one bed, Song Guicheng and Zhang Yifan slept at each end, Zhang Yifan slept at the head of the bed and he slept at the foot of the bed.

Rustle, rustle, the sound was getting closer and closer.

Song Guicheng thought he was dreaming at first. Just as he was about to open his eyes, his hand was suddenly held tightly.

——It’s a paper figure.

How did it get out of the backpack?

However, he had no time to think. In an instant, he gave up the idea of ​​opening his eyes and decided to pretend that he had noticed nothing and continue sleeping.

"Tick", something liquid dripped onto his face, bringing a cool touch.

Cold sweat broke out on his back, his hands were clenched into fists under the quilt, and the paper man in his hands was shaking, it was afraid.

In a quiet room you can even hear the sound of air moving.

Song Guicheng tried hard to calm his nervous breathing, but his heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. It seemed that the only sound in the silent air was his heartbeat.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound stopped, but he did not dare to let his guard down because the paper man was still pulling at his hand tightly.

"Do you have a sister?" A childish girl's voice suddenly exploded in his ears.

Song Guicheng opened his eyes, and when he saw the scene clearly, all the blood in his body froze.

A little girl appeared beside his bed, her long hair tied into two pigtails and she was wearing a skirt.

However, there were neither arms nor legs in the body beneath the skirt.

Just a body with a head on it.

The girl smiled at him slowly, her cheeks were swollen, her eyelids were turned up, and her face looked very hideous.

She opened her mouth: "Do you have a sister?"

Your sister!

The girl gradually approached him. Song Guicheng couldn't stand it anymore. He kicked Zhang Yifan at his feet and shouted to the others in the room: "Run!"

However, no one responded to him. He grunted and jumped up from the bed, opened the door and ran away.

The corridor was dark and the only sounds that could be heard were his footsteps and his rapid breathing.

He ran all the way to the living room downstairs, turned around and looked, and was relieved to find that the little girl had not caught up with him.

The hall was dark, but luckily the curtains were not drawn, allowing a little light to filter in from outside.

He didn't feel it when a dozen people gathered together during the day, but when he was alone, he felt how spacious the living room was.

He stood at the stairs, facing the empty living room, not knowing what to do for a moment.

The late autumn night was a little chilly, and the cold air gradually seeped into Song Guicheng's body. He sat on the sofa and curled up.

The silence made him feel uneasy. He touched his pocket and found the paper man lying quietly inside.

After what happened just now, he felt grateful to it, so he touched its head and didn't put it back into his backpack.

"What are you doing there?" A man's voice came from above my head, a little hoarse, as if he hadn't had water for a long time.

Song Guicheng looked up and saw Sui Shunan standing behind the railing on the second floor.

In the darkness, he couldn't see the man's face clearly. It should be the same cold and indifferent face as in the daytime.

He didn't know how to answer for a moment. Should he say that I was so scared by your sister's corpse that I jumped out of the bed and ran away?

The man may not even know that his sister is dead and has been cut into pieces.

Song Guicheng answered irrelevantly and asked, "We found your sister's Ping An Fu during the day. Do you want to see it?"

Sui Shunan did not answer immediately. He tapped his slender fingers on the railing, as if thinking about something. After a few minutes, he said, "Okay, come see me tomorrow."

Before turning around and leaving, he reminded Song Guicheng: "Go back to your room and sleep. Sleeping in the living room... will easily catch a cold."

Song Guicheng was a little surprised by the man's kind reminder, but he still nodded and thanked him. He hadn't planned to stay in the living room all the time.

After the man's figure disappeared, he also got up and went back to his room.

Fortunately, the girl had disappeared, and the other three people in the room were sleeping soundly, completely unaware that Song Guicheng had just escaped death.