I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

As if he had walked through a deep, dark corridor, Song Guicheng finally opened his eyes in the dazzling light.

What he saw was a soft green color. Song Guicheng stared at the ceiling for a while, then slowly got up from the bed and began to look around where he was.

After looking around, I realized I didn't recognize it.

Fortunately, the cell phone was still next to the bed. Just as Song Guicheng picked it up and was about to make a call, the door was pushed open.

Jiang Chi walked in from outside with a cup of hot tea: "Are you awake?"

Song Guicheng: “Yeah.”

Jiang Chi took a look at his expression and said, "Sure enough, there are sequelae."

Song Guicheng was still a little stunned. Although he heard the words, his brain hadn't started to process them yet. He just stared blankly at Jiang Chi walking over, handing him the water, and then stared blankly at him and drank two sips.

The aroma and warm taste of lemon finally pulled Song Guicheng back from his trance. He asked, "How do you know I'm awake?"

Jiang Chi said: "It was calculated by fortune-telling."

Song Guicheng: ...What other options does he have besides believing this statement?

"How long have I slept?"

Jiang Chi made a "10" gesture: "Ten days."

"Ten days?!" Song Guicheng's eyes widened in surprise.

The flow of time in the dungeon world is different from that outside. One day inside is equivalent to about one hour outside the dungeon.

Two days is indeed a very long time.

Song Guicheng pinched his brows, feeling a little headache: "Ten days, it's basically the same as the number of days I stayed in the dungeon. But why is the speed of time the same this time?"

Jiang Chi adjusted his glasses and replied, "Maybe that's the real world?"

Song Guicheng frowned slightly. He thought of the rabbit that Suzuki Xuena gave him and wondered whether she had brought it out.

"Are there any common connections between these copies?" Song Guicheng had some guesses in his mind, but he was not sure yet. He thought Jiang Chi knew more than him.

Jiang Chi tilted his head: "I seem to have told you last time that the Soul Tracing Game uses the power of backtracking to operate. Why don't you think about what the cornerstone of backtracking is?"

"Time." Song Guicheng quickly figured out the answer. He took another sip of tea, and ripples appeared in the teacup.

"Smart, for humans, time is invisible and elusive," Jiang Chi raised his hand and turned the ring on his finger, "but for gods, time and this ring are no different."

Song Guicheng frowned and asked in confusion: "But gods can't go back to the past, right?"

"Yes, gods cannot go back to the past, nor can they change the past. Time is something they can see but cannot shake." Jiang Chi took the ring off, pinched both sides and gently bent it, and the ring folded in half. "Is there a way to change its form without changing its composition?"

After saying that, he bent the ring back to its original shape: "This is also the reason why you can save people. When the past and the future collide, it is not just the past that affects the future."

"Can the future also change the past?" Song Guicheng asked uncertainly.

Jiang Chi showed an expression of "this child is teachable" and said, "But no one has been able to use the future to change the past."

This sounds like an absurd paradox, but the nightingale can inject its last drop of blood into the tip of the unopened rose thorn, seeping into the roots against the veins of time, allowing the withered bud to regain its crimson color before dawn.

"Why do you want to help me?" Song Guicheng suddenly asked an unrelated question.

Jiang Chi sat on a chair by the window with a peaceful smile, but Song Guicheng had the illusion that he was seen through. He said, "You are an existence that defies time, like gravel escaping from the sand of time. I am curious about where you will hit time."

Song Guicheng slowly squeezed the cup and said, "As expected of a super S-level player, you seem to know a lot of things."

Jiang Chi did not comment, but asked: "How is it, did you find the person you were looking for?"

Song Guicheng took another sip of tea and replied, "Yeah."

He concealed the fact that Suzuki Yukina was the little girl in the "Ankang Orphanage" and that Pei Shuangjin had to die to draw out the power in his body, and gave a general account of his experiences in the copy, including the fact that he could see memories of the past at certain specific times.

Jiang Chi did not answer him immediately after listening to him, but asked him a question: "Do you think people's memories will disappear?"

Song Guicheng put the unfinished tea on the bedside table and shook his head, "No."

If memory could disappear, he wouldn't remember everything so clearly. Memory would condense into physical objects on the timeline, and the only question was how much people could remember.

Jiang Chi nodded: "That's right, people always think that as time goes by, memories will fade and eventually disappear. In fact, time is like waves, after washing away the fine sand on the shore, the shells buried in it are completely revealed. Those unforgettable memories are the glittering shells on the beach."

He went on to explain: “Time can carry everything from the past, turning happiness into amber that never oxidizes, and it can also transform pain into clear and distinct depth. Strong memories will stay in a certain place and are unwilling to disappear. When people see a certain flower, hear a certain sound, or smell a certain smell, they will be drawn into the vortex of memory.”

Having said this, he paused, turned the ring on his hand, and his eyes became empty and distant for a moment, but when he looked more closely, he felt it was an illusion.

Jiang Chi looked at Song Guicheng, and this gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his body and see his soul: "And gods have two very important characteristics, one is hearing, and the other is seeing. Strong desires, strong memories, gods hear and see."

Jiang Chi didn't say the rest, but Song Guicheng already understood. He was able to see the memories of Suzuki Yukina and Sato Misaki, but was dragged into them because of his lack of power.

"I'm going back." Song Guicheng climbed up from the bed. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore when he came here two days ago. He couldn't bear it if he didn't take a shower.

Jiang Chi asked: "Don't you plan to stay in the main city?"

Song Guicheng shook his head: "No, I paid for three months' rent at once last time. I regret it a little bit. Now I just treat the dungeon as a hotel and don't live there for long."

"Okay," Jiang Chi didn't try to persuade her to stay. He shrugged, "If I pry you away, Sister Qian will probably kill me."

"Jiang Chi, Jiang Chi, come out quickly!" Chang Wenqi knocked on the door loudly, his voice full of surprise, "The fluctuation sample you want to see is finally successful!"

Jiang Chi responded: "Stop knocking, my ears are going to explode."

He opened the door and Song Guicheng immediately saw the eye-catching colorful hair.

...Child, one color can no longer satisfy you?

He covered his eyes, unable to bear the sight. This color combination seemed like a common setting for the heroines in old Mary Sue novels.

Chang Wenqi greeted him: "You're awake."

Song Guicheng smiled politely: "Well, I'm ready to go back."

"I'll give it to you?" Chang Wenqi asked.

Song Guicheng shook his head: "No, no, no."

Chang Wenqi: "Do you know the way?"

Song Guicheng: "...Can I take a taxi here?"

Jiang Chi & Chang Wenqi: "..."

It is impossible to take a taxi, there is no taxi app in the Soul Tracking game.

……

……

The first thing Chen Wenyu said when he saw Chang Wenqi was: "Wenqi, why did you dye yourself into a parrot?"

Then he was beaten up.

After Jiang Chi and the others told Chen Wenyu to drive carefully, they waved goodbye, leaving Song Guicheng and Chen Wenyu looking at each other at the main city gate, with the flashy red sports car still next to them.

Chen Wenyu didn't wear glasses, revealing his handsome face. He smiled innocently and said, "Brother, hey, I'll pick you up."

Jiang Chi asked someone to take him to the main city gate. As soon as he came out, he saw Chen Wenyu waiting there.

Song Guicheng smiled apologetically: "Sorry to bother you."

"It's not a bother, it's not a bother," Chen Wenyu helped him open the car door, "Get in, brother."

As soon as Song Guicheng fastened his seat belt, Chen Wenyu said, "Sit tight, brother." Then he stepped on the accelerator and the car flew out like an arrow.

"Does this kind of car run on oil?" Song Guicheng looked at the speedometer, but did not see any device similar to a fuel gauge.

Chen Wenyu shook his head: "What's burned are the points."

No wonder no one is in the taxi business, the fare is not even enough to cover the gas money.

Song Guicheng felt even more embarrassed: "I'll transfer the points to you later."

"No need," Chen Wenyu shook his head, then turned around and smiled, "It would be great if you could lead me to another dungeon. I haven't completed any of my targets for this month."

He scratched his hair in annoyance and sighed, "The dungeons are getting harder and harder. No one is willing to take orders anymore."

Song Guicheng said worriedly: "Don't you plan to train yourself? If you want to go on in the dungeon, you still have to rely on yourself. There is no one you can always rely on."

Chen Wenyu nodded: "I know, brother, to be honest with you, I have to find someone to take care of me because my brain is broken."

Song Guicheng:? ?

Receiving his suspicious signal, Chen Wenyu explained: "I used to go to a dungeon with my sister. When I was protecting my sister, I was hit in the head by the dungeon boss. After I came out, my brain was not very good. I always forgot things and was prone to sleepwalking at night."

"My sister felt so guilty that she worked so hard to earn points for me. Before she died, she insisted that Brother Chi take care of me, but how could I have the nerve to trouble Brother Chi?"

Chen Wenyu stared at the road ahead intently. In fact, there was only traffic data there and there were no road conditions that needed attention.

His face was shrouded in a faint blue light, and for a moment he looked extremely sad.

"Why didn't you tell me last time?" Song Guicheng frowned.

In the "Yongding Tower" copy, perhaps because Wu Zhi's power was on Chen Wenyu, the symptoms were not very obvious and Song Guicheng was unable to see them.

Chen Wenyu pursed his lips in embarrassment: "I'm afraid if I tell you, you won't accept my order."

Song Guicheng: ...I put all my cleverness into this.

Chen Wenyu turned around and smiled at Song Guicheng nonchalantly: "Brother, don't feel sorry for me, there are many more pitiful people than me. Do you know why Wenqi always dyes her hair in such a striking color?"

Song Guicheng didn’t know, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so surprised just now.

Chen Wenyu replied: "His eyes were burned in the dungeon and he can't see colors. Whether it's red, green, or colorful, it makes no difference to him. His world is only gray."

Song Guicheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he could not comfort her or change anything.

This world is equally cruel to everyone, and suffering falls on everyone, but this world allows them to continue living, so that they at least have the right to suffer.

Song Guicheng lowered his eyes slightly, then raised them after a moment, as if he had made up his mind: "Come to me the day after tomorrow."

Chen Wenyu nodded in surprise: "Okay!"

The sports car sped along, Song Guicheng leaned his head against the window, the data stream slid across his face and then quickly disappeared.

If it were Wu Zhi, he would probably also hope that he would do so.

After all, he could never turn a blind eye to a less fortunate person.