I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The tables and chairs set up outside the breakfast shop were put away, leaving only the red awning being mercilessly beaten by the rain.

After viewing the corpse, everyone’s appetite was not very good. Only Shi Sui was not affected and ordered wontons and two baskets of soup dumplings.

Song Guicheng's attention was not on breakfast at all. He was stirring the tofu pudding in the bowl with the spoon in his hand, and the white tofu pudding was stirred into pieces.

He was wondering what the white light was yesterday.

If I had to describe it, the light is like the brilliant light that trails behind a meteor as it streaks across the sky, bright, dazzling, and trance-inducing.

It entered his body from between his eyebrows, circulated in his blood, and took away his body temperature.

That despairing coldness left an indelible mark in his mind even though he was not conscious yesterday.

It's true, the more charming, the more dangerous.

Although there has been no physical problem so far, the white light is like an invisible bomb in his body, and no one knows when it will explode.

It's a worrying thing on my mind.

Song Guicheng glanced at Chen Wenyu who was eating noodles slowly one by one beside him.

Wu Zhi was no longer in his body.

No one gave him the answer.

He felt a little regretful. If he had known that Wu Zhi would do this, he should have stabbed him a few more times!

"Don't you want to eat?" Before he knew it, Chen Wenyu had finished his noodles, but the tofu pudding in front of Song Guicheng was still untouched.

Chen Wenyu thought he was still thinking about Lu Yuan's death: "Eat a little bit, don't be too nervous, otherwise it will be bad for your thinking."

Song Guicheng accepted his kindness and slowly put the tofu pudding into his mouth, mouthful by mouthful.

"C-level dungeons are of this difficulty. There are no clear main quests, and no background information involved in the main quests," Chen Wenyu took out his notebook and flipped through the pages one by one. "Everything depends on the player's exploration and speculation, and it costs the player's life."

The difficulty of C-level dungeons is not on the same level as that of low-level dungeons. Players have a hard time taking every step. They can only use death to explore the way, which is the cruelest but also the most effective method.

The dead may bring clues, but the dead cannot speak.

What the dead person wants to say must be read out by the player from the language of the corpse.

Song Guicheng constructed a tree stump diagram in his mind, starting with Lu Yuan as the main trunk:

The place of death was the third floor, room 305, window.

It was early in the morning, no one knew the exact time, but it was after Lin Zicheng and Yan Gu fell asleep.

The cause of death was a tree branch piercing the internal organs.

The murderer has been identified as two people: the pregnant woman in Room 106 and the hostess in Room 304.

This is all they know at the moment, but there must be more that Lu Yuan wants to tell them.

Something must be missing.

Pregnant woman, hostess, tree...

The problem is back to square one.

The residents who were having breakfast gradually left. Song Guicheng borrowed a pen and paper from Chen Wenyu, and simply copied the picture in his mind onto the paper on the wooden table which was covered with countless oil stains.

Chen Wenyu stretched his head out and said, "Your handwriting is really beautiful."

The standard running script has smooth strokes and elegant characters, stretching out on the white paper.

Song Guicheng smiled, folded the paper and put it in his trouser pocket: "I have practiced calligraphy for a few years..."

But the voice stopped when the paper was put in.

Chen Wenyu was surprised: "What's wrong?"

"...It's okay." He touched a round and cold object embedded in the innermost part of his trouser pocket. He stretched out his hand to show it to Chen Wenyu, "I just found a marble."

There is no blue-green texture, it is a transparent bead.

Crystal clear, pure and flawless.

But Song Guicheng had a hunch that this was left over from the bottle of soda that Wu Zhi drank yesterday.

"Glass of very high purity." Chen Wenyu was very interested and moved closer to take a closer look.

Song Guicheng had already put it away calmly: "Let's go back, the rain outside has subsided."

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed a little, and the rainstorm subsided, just like a piece of music gradually dying down from its climax.

*

The umbrellas held up by the players and NPCs walking on the road are like bright flowers blooming on the dark and mottled road.

It was rush hour, and the streets were crowded with people. The ringing of bicycle bells, the honking of buses, and the noise of children intertwined into a wave of sound.

Chen Wenyu carefully moved among the crowd to avoid being poked by the tail beads on passers-by's umbrellas.

Song Guicheng was tall, so his face was not easily scratched, but his body was inevitably wet by the water from the umbrella.

He followed Chen Wenyu's steps, stepping one step at a time on the square stone road wet by the rain.

Rainwater quickly accumulated on the uneven road, forming ponds of varying sizes.

Rain, it has been raining since last night.

“Here is your heart.”

“Why is it always raining in your heart?”

Song Guicheng's thoughts drifted back to last night's dream.

The voices in the dream were vague and distant, carrying with them barely perceptible doubts and sighs.

He did not see the tree in his dream, but when he thought back on it, he still intuitively felt that the forest was quiet and secretive.

Why did you have that dream?

Why does my younger self appear in my dreams?

Why do I hear a strange voice in my dream?

All the strange things started from the day they entered the Soul-Tracing Game, and all the abnormalities started from the day they met Wu Zhi.

The uneasiness lurking deep in my heart was aroused by this abnormality, as if time had gone back from early spring to late winter, and the shadow of spring was stretched by the snow, causing all the darkness, negativity, and irrationality in the body to slowly and silently revive.

"Guicheng, I was actually quite surprised by how you treated Yan Gu this morning." Chen Wenyu spoke in the noisy environment, "I've watched your previous clearance videos, and I always thought you were a gentle and kind person."

"Of course, I'm not saying that you're evil now," Chen Wenyu racked his brains. It was too difficult for him, a science student who was not good at liberal arts, to come up with an appropriate adjective. "What I mean is that you were so kind before that you didn't seem like someone who had experienced the Soul Tracing Game, just like the glass bead you just took out."

"As pure as water." Chen Wenyu gave the definition.

"Really?" Song Guicheng suddenly stopped and turned to look at him, his thin lips raised in a perfect arc, "Why do you think water is always so pure?"

He stood under the sparse drizzle, holding the black umbrella handle in his slender white hand. The joints of his hand were so distinct that even an ordinary umbrella looked like a work of art.

At this time, he lowered his brows and waited quietly for Chen Wenyu's answer.

Chen Wenyu suddenly became a little nervous, his mind was stuck for a moment, and it took him a while to start thinking: "Because the water molecule is composed of two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom, this simple structure makes it appear very pure, and..."

Song Guicheng pursed his lips and chuckled: "You got full marks in chemistry when you were in school, right?"

Chen Wenyu didn't know why the topic changed so quickly, but he still nodded honestly.

【Knowledge entered my mind in a cunning way.】

[So handsome, Song Guicheng, I want to chant your holy name, you are my sun, you are my sky, you are everything to me. (lick the screen) (lick the screen) (healthy and moderate crawling) (healthy and moderate crawling) ]

[I am still replenishing my body's energy through water. I haven't broken through the genetic lock yet. 】

[That’s what makes it interesting. Watching these people collapse, despair, and cry in the game, if you want to read a good story, why don’t you just watch a TV series?]

[Can you shut up? I work for the capitalists during the day and have to take care of their children at night. Who did I offend?]

……

"Part of the above remarks involve the Soul Tracing Game, and the streamer has been blocked."

Whether in the game or outside the game, exploitation and oppression have never stopped.

A car sped past them from behind, stirring up the accumulated water at the intersection. Fortunately, Song Guicheng and Chen Wenyu were both walking on the inner side of the road, so only some water droplets splashed on their shoes.

"My clothes! Driving a car is amazing!"

"Who are you? Hurry up and reincarnate!"

"No quality at all!"

Pedestrians who were affected by the water on the roadside shouted and cursed. Rainy days are already irritating, and the splashes stirred up by the cars were like fire seeds that ignited the anger in everyone's hearts.

Before the crowd became chaotic, Song Guicheng pulled Chen Wenyu out.

"Let's go, go back and change your shoes and meet up with Xu Chongchuan and the others."

Several people made an appointment to go to the first floor to take a look.

*

"So many people, are they going on a spring outing?" Shi Sui rolled his eyes as he looked at Shi Moqi, Liang Qiuting, Lin Zicheng, Chen Wenyu and Song Guicheng who were crowded on the balcony.

Including Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan, there are seven people in total.

He said bluntly: "If so many people go together, others may think we are robbing people's homes. Be careful not to scare pregnant women and children."

This was a rare opportunity to obtain clues, and no one wanted to miss it. Everyone looked at each other and hid their intentions very well.