I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

When Watanabe arrived at the station, the train had not yet arrived.

The heavy snow had stopped without anyone noticing. The clouds gradually dissipated, revealing the blood-red setting sun in the sky. The extreme contrast between red and white made it seem as if the heaven and earth were stamping the snow with a cinnabar seal, and the wet seal slowly seeped into the texture of the snowflakes.

Watanabe stared at the snow that was several feet thick on the ground. The snow reflected the afterglow, and its color was scarlet and flowing in a winding manner, as if boiling blood was slowly flowing towards him.

Watanabe was frightened by his own imagination and quickly took several steps back. His feet slipped and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Before he could even utter a cry of surprise, he was supported by a thin but strong arm.

"Be careful."

Seeing that he had stood firm, Song Guicheng slowly withdrew his arm.

Watanabe quickly distanced himself from him and sneered, "You really like to meddle in other people's business."

This sentence has a hidden meaning. I don't know if it is referring to the support he had just given him, or to what he told Ms. Yoshida.

Song Guicheng slowly patted the arm that Watanabe had just touched and ignored him.

The station was not big. The two people stood on the south and north sides respectively. The distance between them looked like enough space for a carriage.

There was silence in the air, a breeze blew through the treetops, and snowflakes fell gently.

Song Guicheng was thinking about what kind of clothes to make for Xiaohua when he got back, when he heard Watanabe ask leisurely:

"Are you very proud?"

Song Guicheng:?

Watanabe's face was covered with bright red slap marks: "Seeing me like this, you must feel very happy. 'This person finally gets his day', is that what you think in your heart?"

Song Guicheng glanced at him and replied nonchalantly, "Probably." If it were the "Song Guicheng" of the past, he would probably think so.

However, he no longer wanted to make any confessions about his inner feelings in this boring game and just wanted it to end quickly.

"Your pants are dirty."

Brown coffee stains remained on Watanabe's gray pants, like mottled dents on the road.

"Stop meddling in other people's business. If you interfere too much in other people's affairs, the consequences will not be good." Watanabe reached into his trouser pocket and touched something. He took it in his hand, looked at it for a few times, then walked to the trash can and threw it in.

He was talking about how Song Guicheng had helped Suzuki Xuena several times.

Song Guicheng narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "You don't know yet?"

Watanabe frowned: "Know what?"

Song Guicheng asked curiously: "Have you contacted Zhongye today?"

"Nakano?" Watanabe's face was filled with more doubt. "Did something happen to him?"

Song Guicheng observed the expression on his face and realized that he really didn't know about this. He shrugged and said, "It's okay. You will probably meet soon."

Watanabe: ? ?

He sensed something ominous in this sentence.

"What do you mean?" He turned around suddenly and approached Song Guicheng, the soles of his shoes making a harsh sound as they rubbed against the snow.

Song Guicheng stretched out a finger and stopped him lightly. The way he looked at him was no different from the way he looked at a dead man, but he was still so warm and gentle, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze. He said softly, "That's exactly what it means. Aren't you always in cahoots with each other? Can a mere blizzard stop you?"

Only then did Watanabe realize that Song Guicheng was incredibly strong. Although only his forehead was pressed by his fingers, he felt a splitting headache.

The uneasiness brought by the pain became more and more intense. Watanabe glared at Song Guicheng fiercely, then took a few steps back angrily and stayed away from him.

While he wasn't paying attention, Xiaohua quickly crawled to Song Guicheng's ear and whispered, "Mom, are you going to kill him?"

Song Guicheng sighed and replied in a low voice: "Actually, I really want to."

It is not a pity for such a person to die.

But in order to complete the main mission, in addition to finding out who killed him, it is more important to let the murdered woman take revenge with her own hands.

This mission was indeed as he had guessed. The difficulty was not in finding out who killed her, but in how to deal with the murderer.

Everything that Song Guicheng accidentally facilitated turned out to be a sharp blade for the ghost to stab the murderer, and also put him on the right path to complete the main task.

But...is it really a coincidence?

Pei Shuangjin's every move emerged in Song Guicheng's mind. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was a thread pulling him, leading him from the grief and confusion at the beginning to the open-mindedness and determination later.

Alas, who knows, the only person who could answer his questions is no longer here.

Song Guicheng turned his head to look at Watanabe, who was in a daze. He smoked one cigarette after another, as if he wanted to smoke himself out. His slightly trembling body reflected his nervousness and anxiety at the moment.

He withdrew his gaze without interest. Just like the chess game, the king and the rook castled, the hinges broke, and the grievances and pains buried in the snow would eventually emerge with the arrival of spring.

However, the Black King, who was hovering on his fingertips, was ultimately unable to stop this belated avalanche.

……

Watanabe's body was shaking because he was too cold. He wrapped himself tightly in a goose down jacket, but it still couldn't stop the cold wind from cutting into his body like a steel knife, as if it wanted to tear his skin apart.

Especially the piece that was stained with coffee just now, it seemed as if the hot temperature of the coffee when it was out of the oven was still remaining, and it was burning and painful, as if countless sharp knives were stabbing at that piece of flesh.

He chewed the cigarette in his mouth as if it was a good medicine to treat the pain.

Watanabe thought that he must go for a physical examination after returning home this time, and he just threw away the coffee-stained amulet in his pocket. This was a kind gift from his aunt, and he shouldn't have done this.

The increasingly intense pain made his mind clearer. The scenes of his childhood living with his aunt and sister, as well as the scenes of them bullying Sato Misaki, were intertwined and flashed in his mind continuously.

"what……"

Watanabe groaned in unbearable pain. The cold wind like a steel knife not only attacked his body, but also peeled open his brain. Starting from the place where Song Guicheng had just touched, the pain gradually wrapped around the back of his head like a spider web.

Was it Song Guicheng who did this? Watanabe thought angrily.

He turned his head and glared, but found that his vision was shattered into pieces, even the snow scene was broken and blurred.

With vision blocked, hearing becomes more sensitive.

"Tick-tock", he heard something dripping, just a little at first, but after a moment, it was like a waterfall, quickly staining the ground with a large area of ​​bright red.

Is it blood? ! !

Where are you from?

Watanabe followed the winding red mark upwards until he saw that the brown coffee stain had turned dark red at some point. What was even more terrifying was that he felt something was slowly separating from him.

"Do not……"

His eyes widened in horror, cold sweat soaking his back. He wanted to make a sound, but found that he couldn't find his throat.

That's right, he couldn't find his throat.

What happened? What happened? What happened? What happened? What happened?

I don't know when the cigarette butt fell to the ground and was extinguished by the blood.

He tried to move, but was horrified to find that his left leg was separating from him, as if a knife had cut his leg in half like cutting pork.

First it was the legs, and then the two arms. He was like a scrapped robot, with his parts being removed one by one. In the end, even his head hung down weakly.

Song Guicheng stood not far away and watched all this quietly. The amulet in the trash can was a traditional Japanese amulet, and it was also the thing that had been protecting Watanabe.

Watanabe, someone loves you so sincerely, but you can't feel it, what a sad thing.

Even though all his limbs had fallen off, Watanabe was still not dead. The cold weather slowed down the loss of blood, and he felt his vitality draining away bit by bit in powerlessness and helplessness.

"Help! Help!! Help!!! Help me!!! I don't want to die!"

He tried to shout in his heart, but no sound came out of his throat. He was going to die. He knew clearly that he was going to die.

But he doesn't want to die yet, he wants to live!

Watanabe supported his body with his two broken arms, and with a very slow and heavy "click" sound, he crawled forward a step.

Watanabe tried hard to crawl in the direction of Song Guicheng, but his drooping head had already made him lose his sense of direction. He could only move forward step by step, "click", "click", like a broken skeleton crawling out from the depths of hell.

Something was shaking and there was a sound. Was it a person? Was it Song Guicheng who came to save him?

Watanabe didn't know whether there was a smile on his face, but he seemed to see hope for a new life.

The wheels of the tram, with its paint peeling off, rolled forward, over the rails, over the snow, and over anything that blocked its way.

"Puff", blood splattered, and Watanabe, who had climbed halfway up the track, was crushed into two pieces by the wheels of the tram.

"We have arrived at the final stop - Dajing Village. Please take your personal belongings and prepare to get off the bus."

As the car door opened, Song Guicheng heard a familiar female voice. Unlike the mechanical and stereotyped voice in the past, this time the voice was intoxicating and joyful.

He touched Xiaohua's head and said, "The game is finally over. It's time for us to go back."

Then he walked into the tram without looking back.

Rumble, rumble, the tram slowly moved forward, leaving behind the blood and terror, heaviness and depression, panic and resentment.

From then on, winter melted away and spring came.