I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"Wow, Xiaochengzi, we live on the same floor!" Shi Sui saw the number on Song Guicheng's key, spread out his palm and showed him his key.

There were three numbers engraved on the platinum-colored key: 407, and the one in Song Guicheng's hand was 408.

Shi Sui shook his keys. He had his signature smile on his face, with the corner of his mouth raised, revealing a small canine tooth, and his standard almond eyes curved into a crescent shape.

Song Guicheng was used to his smile, but he could never tell whether it was genuine or a disguise.

The players walked upstairs together. The building was quite old, with large flakes of paint peeling off the walls. There were many small advertisements posted on them, like mottled psoriasis.

Some residents also carved words on the wall. Song Guicheng took a closer look and saw that the general content was that money was lost and they hoped it would be returned.

The stairs were narrow and cramped, and more than a dozen people walked on them, making messy footsteps.

The lights above cast a cold, pale light on everyone's face, reflecting expressions of tension, fear, or composure.

Everyone was distributed on different floors. When they reached the first floor, the two girls Liang Qiuting and Shi Moqi left the team. They got the key to the first floor.

The other players continued to climb up until they reached the fourth floor, where only Song Guicheng, Chen Wenyu, Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan were left.

He didn't know if it was Song Guicheng's illusion, but the higher he went, the more stuffy the air became. When he reached the 4th floor, the air seemed to be completely blocked and he could even faintly smell a very faint odor.

He asked, “Do you smell it?”

"What?" Shi Sui asked.

Song Guicheng sniffed around and said, "It has a stinky smell, but it's very faint. When I smell it carefully, it seems like there is no stinky smell." He frowned, feeling a little confused, and even wondered if he was being overly sensitive.

Because the window behind me is open a little for ventilation, the air should be circulating.

Shi Sui, however, took his feelings very seriously. He looked around the corridor on the fourth floor thoughtfully, and then said, "Let's go in and rest first. It's too late today. We'll explore tomorrow."

Song Guicheng nodded and turned to look at the sky outside. Everything was shrouded in uneasy darkness; even the shadow of the tube building itself was blurred.

It was still afternoon when they arrived here, and after a while it was completely dark.

If this happened in the real world, this would be a very abnormal thing, but in the copy world, everything abnormal becomes normal.

Song Guicheng opened the door and pressed the switch with a "click". The light bulb in the middle of the room lit up.

This was an ordinary living room, slightly larger than he had imagined. There were two doors connecting the narrow living room. There was no bathroom and no kitchen.

He stood at the door and carefully observed the room. Not finding anything unusual, he stepped aside and said, "Go in."

Chen Wenyu nodded and walked in with careful steps.

Song Guicheng closed the door and walked around the room. The room was indeed very small and that was almost all he could see from standing at the door.

Once inside the house, the oppressive feeling he had felt outside became even stronger, weighing heavily on his heart, causing him to take a few deep breaths in discomfort.

He opened the door of the room. The furnishings inside were very simple, with only a bed and a bedside table, not even a table.

"It seems we can only go to the public toilet to wash up." Song Guicheng said. When he went upstairs just now, he saw that there was a public toilet at the end of the corridor.

Chen Wenyu sat on the sofa. He had no opinion. Even if he did, was there a street office in the copy world for him to complain to?

Song Guicheng sat next to him and picked up the calendar on the table. The year was printed on it: 1992.

Sure enough, they went back to the past.

The previous dates were crossed out and stretched all the way to the second line of the calendar. Today is the first Wednesday of August 1992, which is also this year's Chinese Valentine's Day.

But whether on the streets or inside Yongding Tower, there was no atmosphere of celebrating the Chinese Valentine's Day.

At this time, the obsession with various festivals had probably not reached a crazy level like the years he was in, and there was no concept of "sense of ritual".

But it’s a pity to waste the annual Valentine’s Day like this.

Song Guicheng reacted and realized that there was nothing to feel sorry about, because he was a single man!

He curled his lips, took out a pen, and crossed out today's date. And until the Ghost Festival, there are still... He counted, there are still 7 days.

Next Thursday, which is August 8th in the Gregorian calendar and July 13th in the lunar calendar, is the Ghost Festival.

He tapped the calendar. The Zhongyuan Festival is commonly known as the Ghost Festival. Legend has it that on this day, the heaven and earth will release all ghosts, and the people will hold activities to worship the ghosts. The whole festival is centered on worshiping ghosts.

Although Song Guicheng had never seen a ghost on that day in the real world, it was not certain in the copy world.

It’s not that we can always encounter ghosts during the Ghost Festival, let alone on this special festival when we can gather together to have a Ghost Festival carnival party.

"This mission is a bit strange." He pursed his lips and said to Chen Wenyu.

Chen Wenyu tilted his head slightly and waited quietly for his next words.

Song Guicheng stared at the scratches on the table and said slowly: "The task only has three words "Zhongyuan Festival", but there is no verb."

In the previous copies, whether it was burying the child, finding the sister, attending the wedding, or escaping from the orphanage, they were assigned a behavior within a certain location or time, and this behavior was also the criterion for determining whether the task was completed.

However, there is no main quest released for this copy, only three words, "Zhongyuan Festival".

Is it because it's a C-level copy? Even the main quest is unclear.

"Yeah," Chen Wenyu also felt a little strange. His glasses reflected the light under the incandescent light. Behind the thick lenses were a pair of puzzled eyes. "What should we do on the Ghost Festival, or should we just get through the day safely?"

But there are too few clues and information at present, and they can't deduce it at all.

"Go wash up and rest first," Song Guicheng stood up, "It's getting late."

The two went to the public restroom at the end of the corridor to wash up. Although the building was old, it was clean.

The walls of the bathroom were not painted, revealing the rough cement surface, but the floor was mopped smooth.

Even so, the two didn't want to stay in there for long, so they quickly washed up and returned to their room.

"You go back to your room first, I'll draw the curtains and turn off the lights." Song Guicheng said.

Chen Wenyu did not refuse and picked a room at random. There was no difference between the two rooms anyway and it would be almost the same whether he slept in either room.

The sky outside the window seemed to be covered by a large piece of black cloth, without a single ray of light. Song Guicheng had become accustomed to the thick darkness in the dungeon world. He felt nervous at first, but after going through a few dungeons, he was no longer troubled.

He pulled the curtains, but found that the curtain rope was stuck by something.

He pulled hard several times but failed, so he moved a chair to stand on it. He reached into the zipline and touched something hard.

When I took it out and looked at it, I found that it was actually a nail, a complete thumb nail stuck inside.

Song Guicheng bit his lip and looked up, but saw nothing. He pinched the nail in his hand and pulled the curtains.

What happened in this room, he thought, and moved the chair back.

Before entering the room, he knocked on Chen Wenyu's door: "If you encounter any problems at night, just call me."

"Okay." Chen Wenyu replied.

Song Guicheng walked into the room holding the fingernail. The room was small, without windows, and felt cramped and depressing.

He let out a long breath, casually put the nail nail into the bedside table, and got into bed.

Lying flat was a little better than standing, and the feeling of oppression was not as strong. Now he was sure that whether he was in the corridor or walking into the room, the vague feeling of suffocation was not his illusion.

There was another floor above his head, the fifth floor of the apartment. Song Guicheng was a little curious about what was upstairs that gave him such a bad feeling.