I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The tea spilled out of the cup, onto the paper figure and onto Song Guicheng's hands. The tea was so scalding that Song Guicheng's hands loosened and the cup shattered into pieces on the ground.

But at this moment, he didn't care about the burns on his hands or the fragments on the ground, and looked at the paper man nervously. The green clothes were soaked by water, leaving a large dark mark.

People stopped talking at some point, and all eyes were focused on Song Guicheng. The air was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

[This...what should I do? ]

[I don’t know. I really don’t know.]

[It’s the first time I’ve encountered this]

[By the way, what is the identity of that little green paper man? ]

[Who knows, the scene and NPC are similar, but the specific background story has been changed long ago]

……

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Song Guicheng quickly apologized and took a broom and dustpan to sweep away the broken ceramics on the ground.

Everyone lowered their heads and whispered, which made people feel bad.

He looked at the paper man and was in trouble. Since it was wet, would it still be usable if he blew on it? If it was not usable, would he have to make a new one?

Just when he was at a loss, Li Qingtong walked in from outside. Everyone saw him and involuntarily took a half step back and fell silent.

However, Song Guicheng, whose attention was completely focused on the paper man, did not notice anything unusual. He was seriously considering the possibility of using the wind to dry the paper man.

It was not until Li Qingtong walked up to him that he noticed and called out softly, "Brother Li...", his voice a little lower.

Li Qingtong stared at the paper figurine for a few seconds, then looked at Song Guicheng whose hands were burned red, and said, "It's okay."

"Are you really okay?" Song Guicheng was skeptical.

"The paper figurine is fine," he glanced at the red and blistered skin on Song Guicheng's hands, "You are in trouble. Go to your room and rest early, and don't run around at night."

Song Guicheng: Don’t gasp when you speak, brother.

But he understood that Li Qingtong's words were both a hint and a warning.

With this interruption, the tension in his heart eased a little, and he suddenly felt pain on the back of his hand. There were several small blisters on the base of his palm, which were stingingly painful.

He just rinsed it with cold water. There was no burn medicine or anything like that in this world, so he could only hope for his own healing ability.

Before entering the room, Song Guicheng asked Aunt Li for a glass of water.

Aunt Li was surprised when she saw his wound: "What happened to you?"

He said, "It's okay. I got scalded when I was carrying water just now."

He sat at the head of the bed holding a cup. The candle on the table flickered with orange light. The pain in his hand could not be ignored. It did not feel like being scalded by boiling water, but like being scratched by a ghost.

He didn't know what to do with the wet paper man, and he was a little worried, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. He could only listen to Li Qingtong and go to bed early.

The physical pain caused the panic and anxiety that had been pent up in his heart to ferment. Song Guicheng tossed and turned in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep until the sounds outside gradually disappeared, then he fell into a drowsy sleep.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the pain of the wound on his hand. He sat up from the bed with sleepy eyes and reached for the cool water on the table.

Maybe he was confused from sleep, but he didn't touch the cup of water and instead knocked over the candle. The white candle rolled twice on the ground and went out.

The scene in front of him suddenly became dark, and Song Guicheng woke up instantly. He remembered clearly that he was just trying to get a cup of water, so how could he have bumped into the candle?

Moreover, there was more than a little distance between the candle and the cup of water. It was as if someone was manipulating him to touch the candle.

The hair on his body stood up and he bit his lips involuntarily. He squatted down to touch the candle that had fallen on the ground. His slightly trembling hands were cold.

"Hehehe", a burst of laughter came from the silent air, the laughter was sharp and piercing. Song Guicheng froze in place, his heart pounding, and his brain went blank.

The laughter stopped after just one sound, but he didn't dare to let his guard down. He used the faint light from outside to carefully touch the candle on the ground.

There was no other sound in the silent night except his, but he was sensitive enough to sense that there was something hidden in the deep invisible darkness, silently watching his every move.

He followed the direction of the candle's roll inch by inch, and suddenly grabbed a handful of something fine and sticky. What is this...?

He subconsciously threw away the thing in his hand, and "chuckle", the laughter came again, this time, it seemed to be right above his head.

Song Guicheng didn't dare to look up. He got up from the ground with trembling breathing, ran to the door and wanted to open it to escape, but the door was blocked from the outside just like in the afternoon.

His hands were covered in slippery liquid and sweat, and stained with dirt from the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang", my heart was beating wildly in panic. There was danger in front and no way to retreat behind. It was a dead end.

Life and death are unpredictable, and there is nothing he can do. He turned around and wanted to go back to bed and continue sleeping. If he died in his dream, it would probably be a good choice.

But as soon as he turned his head, he met a pair of bright white eyes without eyelids or eyeballs, and Song Guicheng's breathing stopped for a moment.

Only then did he realize that there was a baby hanging from the beam. What he had just grabbed on the ground was his umbilical cord. The baby was hanging upside down from the beam with the umbilical cord, with a weird smile on his face, staring at him intently.

Song Guicheng's face became paler and paler. In addition to fear, there were burns on his hands. The moment he saw the baby, the wounds on his hands suddenly hurt so much that it seemed to be chiseling his brain open.

"Giggle, gggggg" a series of strange laughter came out of the baby's mouth, echoing in the room, and the air around it became colder and colder.

Song Guicheng was in so much pain that his back was bent, his head was covered in sweat, and his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.

Baby, where did the baby come from in the Li family?

In a flash, he took out the prescription from his pocket and held it in front of the baby: "Your mother is Li Caixia?"

I don’t know if it was because the baby saw the medicine list or heard Li Caixia’s name, but he calmed down, and Song Guicheng determined the answer at this moment.

Oleander, cinnamon twig, five-element grass, saffron, musk... In addition to promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, they also have the effect of abortion! But his mind was framed and he didn't think about it for a while.

Just as he straightened up, he suddenly felt a weight on his back, and a dense chill pierced his back like needles. The baby on the beam had disappeared, and the baby had slowly crawled onto his back!

Song Guicheng didn't dare to breathe, his legs felt weak, he held on to the table to steady himself, and whispered, "You want to seek justice for your mother?"

The king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

The baby didn't kill him, but seemed to be threatening him, so he tried to negotiate with the little ghost.

"Does this matter have anything to do with the village chief?" he asked in a low voice.

The baby on his back suddenly became manic. The umbilical cord hurt Song Guicheng so much that a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

It seems that this matter is related to the village chief.

"I understand. I will seek justice for her. You go back and tell your mother, okay?" He was a little nervous.

"Giggle, giggle," the baby laughed again, and then the weight on his body disappeared, and the terrifying chill in the air also faded away.

Song Guicheng sat down on the chair, gasping for breath. He reached out and grabbed the table in a panic to avoid falling to the ground.

[I'm scared to death, sob sob sob]

[I didn’t even dare to breathe]

[Oh my god, I was so scared in bed that I didn’t dare to go to the toilet]

[Brother, your girlfriend hasn't arrived yet? ]

[She sleeps next to me]

[Okay, okay, the singles are trembling]

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……

It took Song Guicheng a long time to recover from the shock he had just experienced. He lay on the bed with a stiff body, feeling extremely confused.

Li Caixia was pregnant before she died, and the medicines she took were not for treating illnesses, but for abortion.

A new question arises: whose child is Li Caixia's?

Three months ago, she was engaged to the village chief's son. How come she suddenly got pregnant? And this matter is also related to the village chief.

A horrifying thought popped into his mind: Could the child be the village chief?

But he quickly denied it. If it was really the village chief's, then there would be no need for Song Guicheng's help. Li Caixia could directly drive the little ghost to avenge her.

Since the little ghost asked Song Guicheng for help, the man who raped her must have been hidden, or even if Li Caixia knew where he was, she couldn't kill him.

No matter where he can hide, even Li Caixia and the little ghost can't kill him.

The burning pain from the wound on his hand kept distracting him and preventing him from concentrating on thinking.

Song Guicheng simply closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep to adjust his state, otherwise he would be doomed in all aspects.

But he couldn't fall asleep until dawn outside.

It was cloudy again, with a gray sky and suffocatingly heavy air.

After one night, the wound on his hand showed no signs of improvement, but instead began to spread around. At first it didn't hurt that much if he didn't pay attention to it, but now it hurts so much that he has to pay attention to it.

Not only did it hurt, it was also itchy. He held down his claws as he wanted to scratch the wound, as scratching would surely cause the skin to break and bleed.

The people outside had already dispersed. Song Guicheng went out and looked at the paper figure that was splashed with water yesterday. The water marks had not dried yet, and it seemed that they had grown on its clothes.

He looked at the paper man's expression carefully again and found that the corners of its originally curved mouth were flattened, as if it was a little unhappy. Song Guicheng felt a chill in his heart.

"Stop looking." Li Qingtong held the breakfast and looked down at the man who was bending over.

Song Guicheng's shirt was short, and when he bent down, the shirt moved up a bit, revealing a soft, fair and slender waistline.

Hearing Li Qingtong's reminder, he straightened up, with his waist slightly protruding backwards. His smooth lines were eye-catching, like a flexible bamboo pole.

【Good waist】

【Touch it】

[My electronic boyfriend, suck]

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……

When he stood up, Song Guicheng saw the image of Zhong Kui painted on the coffin again. The color seemed to be lighter than yesterday, and another guess emerged in his mind.

It may be that this Zhong Kui statue suppressed Li Caixia, preventing her from taking revenge.

Uncle Li is not seen today, only Aunt Li. Her eyes are red and swollen, and her hands holding the bowl of porridge are shaking a little.

Song Guicheng frowned. Uncle Li might have beaten Aunt Li again yesterday. He felt angry and sad. He was angry that the beast didn't care about anything, but he was sad that Aunt Li didn't say a word even after being beaten.

"Aunt Li, Caixia didn't die of illness, did she?" Song Guicheng asked Aunt Li after she finished the porridge in her bowl. Although it was a question, his tone was firm.

Aunt Li's hands trembled, and she almost dropped the bowl on the table. She said, "If he didn't die of illness, how else could he die? It's a bad fate, a bad fate."

Bad luck, Song Guicheng sneered, slapped the prescription on the table, and said in a cold tone: "Then Aunt Li, explain to me, what's going on with this prescription?"

When Aunt Li saw the yellow paper on the table, she became visibly panicked: "I, this, ah..." She sighed, looked up at Song Guicheng, tears welling up in her eyes.

She pleaded, "Xiao Song, please stop asking. As long as we bury her tonight, everything will be fine."

Bury, bury, without burial, there is no burial.

Song Guicheng sighed: "Aunt Li, what is the secret that is more important than your daughter's life?"

His voice was not loud, but every word was heart-piercing. Aunt Li was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Xiao Song, it's not that I don't want to say it, but I can't say it."

She wiped the tears from her face and said, "Auntie can only tell you that the coffin was carried here by the village chief!"

After saying that, she collected the dishes and chopsticks on the table and ran out of the mourning hall in a panic.

When Song Guicheng asked questions, Li Qingtong just looked at him indifferently, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Song Guicheng turned his head inadvertently and met the gaze of the person next to him. His expression was dull and excessively calm.

Song Guicheng bit his lip and asked, "You know that, right?"

Compared to Li Caixia and the ghost baby, he always felt that the person next to him was the most dangerous. He was more like an outsider than Uncle Li.

If Uncle Li had no feelings for his daughter, then Li Qingtong was indifferent and aloof, yet had the pressure of being in control of the overall situation.

Song Guicheng had no doubt that as long as he was unhappy or in a whim, he could be killed without a complete body.

Li Qingtong did not comment on Song Guicheng's question. He gracefully stood up and left the table, leaving him alone with his confused thoughts.

The coffin was carried by the village chief, and the image of Zhong Kui was also painted by him, but he had been dead for a long time. Although he was still breathing, his physical features were no different from those of a dead person.

If the village chief wasn't the one who made Li Caixia pregnant, then the only person the village chief was trying to protect with his life was... his son!

Song Guicheng's eyes flashed slightly, and he touched his wound unconsciously, shuddering in pain.

The person who was hidden, protected, and raped Li Caixia was most likely the village chief’s son.

Speaking of which, he had seen most of the villagers in the past two days, except the village chief's son.

"Have you seen the village chief's son these two days?"

"I didn't see it. I heard from the village chief that his son Ting Caixia died. That's why they made a scene. They tied him up."

Thinking of the villagers' words, Song Guicheng couldn't help but fall into deep thought. He turned his head to look at the sky outside which was covered with dark clouds. It was about to rain heavily.

Village chief, where could he hide his son?

All he could think of was that the village chief had hidden his son in his own home, so he had to find a chance to visit the village chief's house. Thinking back to the ghost baby last night, he wanted to get this matter done quickly.

If the murderer cannot be found, it is unknown whether the coffin can be buried.

He was thinking about how to sneak into the village chief's house when a figure suddenly flashed past the window. Song Guicheng looked over vigilantly and saw the young man who trimmed the candles that night.

His face was pale and his pupils were dilated. He stood quietly by the window and looked at Song Guicheng. Song Guicheng's scalp tingled. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared again.

Yes, he suddenly remembered that after the boy came back from a trip to the toilet, he developed the same death spots as the village chief.

He had wanted to ask him last night, but he didn't expect the boy to not come.

Song Guicheng was very sure that the boy's shadow just now was definitely not an illusion. The way the boy stood by the window reminded him of the man-eating monster on the first night.

He stood up from the chair, walked to the window, pushed it open, and there were no boy's footprints on the wet ground. Only small footprints from the previous two days remained.

It stands to reason that with his weight, it would be impossible for him to walk through the muddy ground without leaving footprints.

Song Guicheng felt a chill in his heart and his hand unconsciously stroked the rough corner of his clothes.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the small footprint had become deeper. He leaned out of the window to see more clearly, and the smell of paper ash became stronger.

"Patta", the sound of water hitting tiles came from above his head. Song Guicheng looked up and saw raindrops beginning to fall, hitting the roof, making a crisp sound.