I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The sound of wine glasses and bottles colliding continued. Nakano's cheeks turned red from drinking. He stood up and staggered all the way to the cashier counter, knocking down several items on the shelf.

Song Guicheng looked at Zhongye silently until he fell on the counter and gave a weird smile to Song Guicheng behind the cashier: "When did you hook up with Pei, Pei Shuangjin?"

Zhongye squinted his eyes and looked Song Guicheng up and down several times, and said with a lewd smile: "It's really exciting, why didn't I notice it before?"

Song Guicheng felt nothing in his heart, he just stared at him coldly with the eyes of a dead person.

"You, you seem like a different person... Weird..." Zhongye's eyes were filled with double images. There were two, three, and four Song Guichengs wandering in front of him. He said vaguely, "Tell me... I'm not telling you... Are you some dead ghost possessed by him?"

I don't know if it's because what a drunk person says can't be taken seriously, or because Song Guicheng is not a wandering ghost, the copy didn't judge him as ooc because of Zhongye's words.

Nakano's head felt dizzy and he shuddered as if thinking about something. His head curled up and hit the corner of the oden box with a "bang" sound that was painful to hear.

The store fell silent. Song Guicheng did not move. Nakano remained in that position motionless. After an unknown amount of time, he stretched out his arms and hugged himself tightly. When he looked up at Song Guicheng again, his eyes were bloodshot.

“Do you think the dead can be resurrected?”

His suppressed fear was finally awakened by the severe pain. As bloodshot spread across Nakano's eyes, his voice became trembling.

Song Guicheng pursed his lips.

"Click", a sound came out unexpectedly.

Just like the coming of death, the music played the opening notes, abruptly breaking the silent air.

But Nakano was unaware and just kept repeating the question: "Can the dead be resurrected? Can they? Can they? Tell me if they can!!" At the end of the questioning, he was the first to be unable to bear the fear in his heart and violently slammed the counter table.

Song Guicheng rubbed his fingertips and watched Zhongye's collapse with cold eyes. It was not until he gradually lost his strength and fell limply on the table that Song Guicheng slowly answered his previous question: "It depends on how that person died."

His pointed words gave Nakano goose bumps. Nakano's lips trembled and he cried out in despair: "How can you blame me for her death? I was just watching from the side! She was the one who wanted to meddle in other people's business! She deserved it, she deserved to die, she overestimated her own abilities, yes, she should have just been obedient, why was she meddling in other people's business..."

As Nakano spoke, his speech became incoherent. Panic and anger formed a huge net that enveloped him completely.

"Help me, help me, please, you must have a way..." Nakaye was desperate and tried every possible means. He stared at Song Guicheng fanatically, his eyes full of the desire to live.

Ugliness, greed, bullying the weak and fear of the strong, and cowardice are all more clearly revealed at this moment.

Song Guicheng remained silent and did not respond. The cold white light revealed his soft and handsome features in every detail. He was too thin in this copy, so his pure and indifferent deity was even more prominent.

The heavy and depressing atmosphere was like overgrown water weeds, absorbing all the oxygen in the air and making it difficult for Nakano to breathe. He gradually became silent and the air became silent, without even the sound of the wind.

Song Guicheng knew very well that compared to noisy noises, long periods of silence could more easily break a person's last line of defense.

The cold violence of watching others collapse is no less harmful than actually using violence. In some cases, it is even more effective than using fists and feet.

When the last bit of Zhongye's rationality is gone, he will naturally tell Song Guicheng everything he wants to know.

He stared indifferently at Nakano's trembling fat face, and some fragments of memories popped into his mind.

*

A few years ago, he was kidnapped.

The man behind the case was targeting Song Yujie, a middle-aged man whose company went bankrupt, his property was auctioned off, his wife passed away, and he was burdened with huge debts. These heavy blows overwhelmed a man who was nearly fifty years old.

He was in an extreme situation and had no way back, vowing to make Song Yujie feel the pain of his family being torn apart. His purpose in kidnapping Song Guicheng was very clear, not for money, but to kill him.

At that time, the relationship between Song Guicheng and Song Yujie had reached a freezing point. To be more precise, after the fact that Song Yujie had killed his friend was exposed, Song Guicheng deliberately distanced himself from him.

Song Yujie gave him time to accept the incident and gave him more freedom. The man seized the opportunity and knocked Song Guicheng unconscious one night after school and took him on an old fishing boat.

Song Guicheng was not a weak man who could not even tie a chicken, but he was tied up and had a dagger on his neck. The dagger could cut his throat with a little force. No one could act rashly in such a situation.

In his ears was the sound of waves hitting the fishing boat. Song Guicheng's body rose and fell with the swaying ship. The cabin was extremely dark. His body gradually became numb and he felt like an isolated island floating on the ocean.

The middle-aged man must have been a little seasick, his breathing was very unstable, and the hand holding the dagger was shaking. The blade kept scraping across Song Guicheng's neck, bringing a cold shudder.

The signal was bad at sea and calls could not be made. The man gradually became angry and smashed the phone to the ground.

Song Guicheng guessed what he wanted to do, so he kindly reminded the middle-aged man who was new to kidnapping hostages and was not very experienced in the business:

"If you want to do it, do it now. Don't keep calling Song Yujie and asking him to watch you dismember your body. If you delay any longer, he will come looking for you."

The middle-aged man who was breathing heavily did not expect Song Guicheng's reaction to be so strange. He was so surprised that he almost couldn't hold the dagger.

He swallowed hard and asked in a hoarse voice, "A-Aren't you afraid?"

"It seems... okay."

At least death would put an end to everything, unlike now, he had no idea how to face Song Yujie, the man who raised him, taught him, and destroyed his world.

Whether taking a step forward or a step back towards Song Yujie, it would be as painful as being tortured to death.

As long as Song Guicheng can remember, his life is filled with Song Yujie. Umbrellas on rainy days, matcha ice cream in summer, maple leaves brought back from outings, warm hands at night... many days and nights, spring, summer, autumn and winter year after year.

Too many to count.

Rather than resentment, Song Guicheng felt more hesitant, confused, puzzled and bewildered.

He had always regarded Song Yujie as his role model, following his steps and slowly climbing up the road of life. Now his role model suddenly went from being glorious and great to being full of stains, and he was like a boat that suddenly lost its signal lighthouse and was abandoned on the vast sea, with no way home.

After all, it is very difficult to admit that the person you have always respected, admired and adored is a bad person.

Song Guicheng smiled bitterly helplessly. The ropes tied around his body made him uncomfortable, and his exposed skin was rubbed so hard that it was burning with pain.

The man fell silent after hearing the boy's calm answer. He thought that perhaps he couldn't even compare to the boy's temperament...

"Can I ask you why you want to kill me?" While he was thinking, the boy who was tied up like a twist asked again.

The boy's voice was faint, mostly drowned out by the sound of the waves, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Why... do you want to kill people?

The exhausted middle-aged man looked up to see the sea outside, only to remember that there were no windows in the bottom cabin of the old fishing boat.

Darkness enveloped the two people, and the cell phone on the floor rang unexpectedly, "Ding-ling, ding-ling", buzzing in the quiet cabin.

An old man and a young boy looked at the flickering light of the screen quietly, their expressions dimly illuminated.

Song Guicheng guessed that it was a call from Song Yujie. He should have been fully prepared, and it was less than two hours since he disappeared.

"..."

The middle-aged man behind him said something, then released the force that was holding Song Guicheng hostage, took two steps forward, picked up the phone and answered it.