I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well?" Xiao Ba woke up in the morning and asked in surprise when he saw Song Guicheng with big dark circles under his eyes.

Song Guicheng waved his hand and went to wash up first. While he was trembling with his hands to get some ice water, he talked to Xiao Ba beside him: "Something happened last night."

Xiao Ba's eyes widened: "There's something? Are you okay?"

Song Guicheng shook his head and said, "I'm fine, but there's more than one of those things."

"More than one?" Xiao Ba was even more surprised. "Why, the dungeon world is also having a promotion, buy one get one free?"

Song Guicheng: I hope that the buy one get one free you mentioned does not mean buying a life and giving away a life.

The two of them quickly washed up and went out of the bathroom, only to see the leading girl and No. 111 squatting on the other side of the corridor, bending over and observing the ground.

Song Guicheng paused, but saw the two men waving at him with a somewhat serious look.

"What's wrong?" Song Guicheng asked.

The leader, No. 105, said nothing, but frowned and pointed at the footprints at his feet.

Only then did Song Guicheng notice that a few shallow footprints had appeared on the ground at some point, which were traces left after the mud dried up.

He squatted down and took a closer look, and he could tell something was wrong. Because the footprints were not staggered like normal walking, but were closely aligned, and even the distance between the footprints was almost the same.

"Boom boom boom", Song Guicheng recalled the sound from last night again.

He twirled his fingers unconsciously. When he saw these pairs of footprints just now, he realized what the sound last night sounded like - like a person jumping with legs together and landing on the ground.

"This is..." A bad guess emerged in Song Guicheng's mind, "This is No. 113..."

He thought of a very terrifying scene: No. 113, covered in mud, with his blood-red eyes wide open, standing in the darkness, secretly peeking at them through the window.

When I thought of this, a chill ran through my entire body from the soles of my feet.

The identity of the black shadow has not been figured out yet, and the dead No. 113 suddenly appears out of nowhere, making the players feel uneasy.

This uneasy and anxious atmosphere lasted the whole day, but fortunately, nothing happened today.

The only difference was that Song Guicheng noticed that No. 116 was no longer walking with No. 118. He was chatting happily with No. 114 and completely ignored his companion who had a gloomy face.

Did they break up again? Song Guicheng thought to himself and didn't pay any more attention to it.

No. 116 was feeling anxious, as if there was something he hadn't done. What was it? He tried hard to recall, but had no recollection.

Today's dinner was still the one where the children from the advanced class fed the children from the junior class. The little girl No. 22 had already recognized Song Guicheng and walked slowly to his side.

While feeding her, Song Guicheng observed the children next to them. They were numb and stiff. They did whatever the players asked them to do and ate obediently the whole time without crying or making a fuss.

If this happened in the real world, he would definitely be praised by many people as a good kid. However, in the dungeon, this kind of silence can only be described as abnormal, very abnormal.

The girl opened her mouth and swallowed the food Song Guicheng fed her mouthful by mouthful, without chewing.

Seeing that there were fewer aunts around, Song Guicheng unconsciously relaxed his body and gently wiped her mouth.

The girl opened her mouth and tried to say something, but Song Guicheng couldn't hear clearly, so he moved closer to her and asked, "What's wrong?"

The girl tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, letting Song Guicheng see for himself. He thought the girl had something stuck in her mouth, and was about to move closer to help her, when he saw that there was no tongue in the girl's small mouth.

The bright red glands were exposed without the cover of the tongue, contrasting with the two rows of densely packed white teeth, which was creepy.

His eyes suddenly widened and he fell to the ground from his half-squatting position.

He looked at the girl in front of him in surprise. The girl had closed her mouth, and her face still had a slightly numb expression.

She couldn't speak, and could only make sounds from her throat, unable to express herself.

The other players were attracted by the movement on his side and all their eyes were focused on him, but no one dared to step forward to ask.

Song Guicheng swallowed hard, unable to guess why the girl showed it to him.

Is this a hint? Or a threat? He wondered doubtfully.

The girl lowered her head, her pale face looked blue in the dim light. Song Guicheng looked at her for a long time and actually began to wonder whether the girl in front of him was a human.

"Ah——" A slight cry of surprise suddenly came from the other side.

The bowl in No. 107's hand fell to the ground, and the rice and vegetables were spilled all over the floor. He looked at the canteen aunties standing not far away in panic. They heard the noise and walked towards him aggressively.

No. 107 tried to pick up the food with his hands in a panic, but the aunt stepped on him hard: "Waste! You can't even do such a small thing! What's the use of you!" After saying that, she stepped on him heavily several times.

No. 107's face was twisted with pain. He knelt on the ground and curled up in agony, his hands being crushed along with the oil and rice on the ground.

The atmosphere became somewhat tense, but no one stepped forward to help.

Fortunately, the aunt did not kill him directly. She just stepped on his hand almost until it broke before moving her foot away.

After the aunt left, No. 107 staggered to his feet, covered his left hand with his right hand, and sweat oozed from his face. Compared to losing his life, the price of losing a hand is much smaller.

On the way back to the dormitory from the dining room, Song Guicheng saw two unexpected figures.

One of them was the man who led them like a black pillar on the first day, and the other one was...

Song Guicheng saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, half-sunken in the shadows. The profile was sharp and distinct, and seemed a little cold in the dim light.

The two of them were talking, but the man in black was half a step away from him, a little defensive, his body slightly hunched, and looking a little nervous.

Song Guicheng lowered his head and looked away. Although the man did not even glance in their direction, he still felt a pair of indifferent gazes directed precisely at him.

He rubbed his face unconsciously, thinking to himself, I've been thinking too much, and then quickened his pace and left in a hurry, as if someone was chasing him.

After returning to the dormitory, several people went to wash up together. No. 118 followed No. 116 silently, wanting to see if this person really would stop associating with him.

Unexpectedly, he really didn't pay attention to himself. He was chatting with No. 114 while washing up. He didn't react even when No. 118 was slamming a stainless steel basin next to him.

He threw the towel into the basin vigorously, splashing water, and angrily said, "You really treat me like air? Li Zeyang, I tell you, don't blame me for being unjust even if you are unkind! Did you hear that, everyone? His name is Li Zeyang, No. 116 is Li Zeyang! My name is Fei Wenliang!"

His voice was so loud that it echoed in the bathroom, but no one paid attention to him. Instead, they called over Song Guicheng who had already finished washing up.

Song Guicheng poked his head in and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Zeyang looked at him in confusion: "Nothing wrong?"

Song Guicheng glanced at Li Zeyang who had a strange look on his face, then looked at Fei Wenliang who was gritting his teeth, and suddenly a bad guess came to his mind.

He asked tentatively, "What about No. 118? Are you no longer in contact with him?"

Li Zeyang frowned in confusion, his movements froze in mid-air, and then he widened his eyes and saw Fei Wenliang standing in front of him.

"I, I..." Li Zeyang and Fei Wenliang looked at each other and began to stutter in surprise, "I fucking forgot about you."

He held Fei Wenliang with both hands, shaking uncontrollably: "I didn't mean to do that. I really fucking forgot. Damn it, it's like I've never fucking known you or seen you before."

Fei Wenliang also felt surprised and suspicious at this time. Yes, if Li Zeyang deliberately ignored him, then what about other people?

He looked around and remembered that except Song Guicheng, no one noticed his presence.

A series of terrifying speculations suddenly emerged in Fei Wenliang's mind, and his eyes revealed uncontrollable anxiety and fear.