I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 224 Mingde Juku High School 38

Noticing the gaze behind him, Song Guicheng wiped his tears with his sleeve, turned around and forced a smile: "That's what I came for."

He slowly got up from the ground, his loose sleeves slipped down as he moved, hanging loosely on his wrist bones. Every time he moved, his bones made a creaking sound as if they were rusted.

Song Guicheng casually put the broken mirror into his pocket, brushed off the dust on his hands, and walked towards Xiaohua.

Pei Shuangjin is dead, and with his death, the secret of the resurrection of the gods was finally revealed: the power of the gods in Song Guicheng's body needs to be drawn out by someone with the fragments of the gods, and death is the best inducement.

Song Guicheng walked slowly, step by step, but his steps did not hesitate. No matter what, he had to reach his destination so as not to go to waste the blood, wounds and death.

Xiaohua climbed onto Song Guicheng's shoulders skillfully. With her current body size, Song Guicheng's shoulders were no longer big enough for her to lie on, so she could only sit.

"Mom, look," Xiaohua pointed to the wall that was exposed after the wooden board was broken, "there are patterns on it."

Song Guicheng looked in the direction of her finger, and suddenly, his pupils shrank.

There were neither windows nor bloodstains on the wall covered with wooden boards, only large patches of ink smudges, a black that was pure and depressing. It not only gave people a heavy visual experience, but also made people feel boundless nothingness and depression, as if it was not spilled paint, but a deep invisible vortex.

Song Guicheng took two steps forward and went closer to take a look, but Xiaohua pulled his hair. He gave Xiaohua a reassuring smile: "Don't worry, I'm just taking a look, nothing will happen."

In fact, his eyesight had almost recovered. He could see the whole picture of this narrow room by standing at the door. He could already see clearly what those patterns that were stained with black were.

Although his mind told him not to look any further, his thoughts could not help but draw closer, until those lush and full feathers were engraved into his eyes, he had to admit a fact -

Song Yujie did not need to chase him here, but could arrive here before he could detect the trace of the gods, set a trap, and wait for them to fall into it.

Song Guicheng stared at this terrifying and bizarre work of art, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. He murmured to himself, "You are indeed the one, Song Yujie. I actually thought I could fool you."

He reached out and touched the painting. The moment he touched it, it felt icy yet soft, but after a moment, it returned to the hardness of the wall.

"You must have found it funny to see me think I had escaped. Didn't you find it even funnier when I realized I hadn't escaped at all?"

……

On the way back, the snow showed no sign of stopping. Instead, it fell heavier and heavier, like scattered white feathers, covering the road.

Song Guicheng didn't have an umbrella. The one he held in the morning had already been burned along with Pei Shuangjin.

He put on a pair of worn-out boots and walked in the snow. The road was deserted and the only sounds in the world were the rustling of falling snow and the crunching of footsteps.

……

"This road is really long," Song Guicheng suddenly stopped after walking for a while. All he saw was a vast expanse of white, as if he could not fly beyond the distant horizon no matter how hard he tried.

"The bird in the cage, don't fly. The jade steps are waiting for people to return. The flowers in spring are blooming, the sun is setting in summer; the wild geese in autumn are flying, the snow in winter is chasing them. The bird in the cage has nowhere to fly. The jade steps are urging people to return. The evening clouds are entwined with wings, the night is dark, a drop of moonlight melts the autumn water..."

Song Guicheng set out again, humming softly in the snow. His voice was gentle and melodious, accompanied by the rustling sound of snow, floating in the lonely and quiet world.

As he sang, snowflakes gradually fell on his hair, his eyelashes, and his shoulders. He blended into the snow like a silent reed swaying in the wind.

After singing several times, Song Guicheng finally saw the car parked on the side of the road. He tilted his head slightly and asked the only audience: "How is it, did mom sing well?"

Xiaohua was brushing the snow off Song Guicheng's shoulders. Hearing this, she nodded heavily, "This is so beautiful! Mom, I've never heard such a beautiful song!"

Song Guicheng poked her red cheek with his fingertips: "Baby, how many people have you heard singing?"

Xiaohua tilted her head and counted carefully: "One, two, three... There are not three, there is only mom!"

Song Guicheng tilted his head and said, "Haven't you ever heard suona in a funeral hall before?" Then he remembered, "That's right, you're so young, you can't do business."

Xiaohua:?

He brushed off the snow on his body, opened the car door and got in the driver's seat. He did have a spare car key, but the key problem was that he didn't have a driver's license from this world!

I don't know if there will be traffic police on the road, whether there will be punishment if caught, and if there will be punishment, how many days will he be in jail? What if he is in jail for a few days and when he comes out the mission deadline is over? Then what's the point of him playing?

Forget it, Song Guicheng sighed. Driving without a license or freezing to death on the road is a problem that does not require any thought.

Then he turned around and warned Xiaohua seriously: "Children, don't imitate."

This village is located in a remote area, with only one main road leading in and out. Song Guicheng stepped on the accelerator and drove out slowly.

The emerald green leaves on both sides of the road were covered with snowflakes, and the green leaves reflected the white snow, creating a beautiful and peaceful atmosphere.

Song Guicheng tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. He had been worried about Pei Shuangjin and wanted to spend more time with him, so the progress of the dungeon had been delayed until now. Now that Pei Shuangjin was gone, he had nothing to worry about.

Watanabe Majun, Suzuki Yukina, and Sato Misaki, the names of these three people circled in Song Guicheng's mind as he turned the steering wheel.

The snow on the ground was extremely thick, almost swallowing up half of the tire. It was very difficult for Song Guicheng to move in the snow. Thanks to his good memory and sense of direction, he was able to find the way home.

Even though the snow was so heavy, there was still no pop-up message about the tram suspension on my phone.

Song Guicheng sighed and wondered if it snowed as heavily as it does today on the day Sato Misaki died?

Just as I was thinking this, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared on the road ahead, limping along with a lame leg, struggling forward in the snow.

Suzuki Yukina came out to buy something, but she didn't expect it to snow heavily halfway. The station was still a long distance away, there were few pedestrians on the road and no vehicles, so she could only walk to the station.

The small umbrella could not block the invasion of wind and snow. The cold wind was like a sharp blade, trying to tear her apart. The snow seeped into the soles of her shoes, and the coldness climbed from the soles of her feet to her whole body. Suzuki Yukina shivered constantly.

She stopped, blew hot air into her hands, and rubbed them hard, but her blood seemed to have frozen and could not be warmed up no matter what.

When she looked up again, she saw a black car slowly stopping in front of her.

Song Guicheng rolled down the car window, revealing his handsome and gentle face. His white hair was blown by the wind. He smiled with his eyes curved. His voice drifted into Suzuki Yukina's ears along with the wind and snow: "Suzuki, where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

Suzuki Xuena glanced at Song Guicheng's head of white hair, then looked away with disinterest, looked at the endless snowy road, clenched the plastic bag in her hand, and finally opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

She was a little nervous, afraid that the blood on her body would wet Song Guicheng's car seat, so she placed a white plastic bag at her feet.

Song Guicheng pulled out a blanket from somewhere and covered her with it, smiling at her gently: "Wipe it off, we still have a long way to go."

Suzuki Yukina pinched the blanket and whispered her thanks.

"Are you going to the station?" Song Guicheng determined their current location and turned the steering wheel.

Suzuki Xuena did not say anything to stop him. Her eyes were attracted by the little figure on Song Guicheng's shoulder. The little figure had delicate features and gorgeous clothes, like a doll placed at the highest point in the window.

As she was thinking this, the little man winked at her and said, "Hello, sister."

Suzuki Xuena was not surprised. She just looked at the little man who opened his mouth to speak calmly, then turned to look at Song Guicheng, and heard Song Guicheng explain: "This is my daughter."

She didn't ask any more questions, but clenched the corner of her clothes and looked fixedly at the road ahead.

It is difficult for the wipers to clear the snow on the car windows, and the road conditions are unclear. If you are not careful, you will hit the roadside buildings or fall into the ridges of the fields.

Not only was Song Guicheng not in a panic, he also took the time to take a look at what Suzuki Xuena bought. The white plastic bag contained a yellow solid object, a stitch remover and lubricant.

"It's already April, and it's still snowing so heavily. It's really strange." He casually chatted with the girl next to him, "The Meteorological Bureau hasn't issued a weather warning, and with such heavy snow, why haven't the trams stopped running yet?"

Suzuki Yukina listened to him silently. His voice was low and soft, clear and gentle, which complemented the silent snow outside the window.

"You, weren't, with Pei Shuangjin, together, were you?" She still spoke haltingly, like a machine that had not been lubricated, sluggish and dull.

Song Guicheng was a little surprised. He thought Suzuki Xuena wouldn't be curious.

He tapped the steering wheel and answered, seemingly nonchalantly, "He's dead."

With a bang, as the car swayed, the back of Suzuki Yukina's head hit the car window. Song Guicheng turned around and met Suzuki Yukina's surprised eyes. Her lips trembled a little: "Dead...?"

"Well," Song Guicheng smiled for some reason, with the corners of his mouth pulling out the arc that usually hung on his face, "He died silently."

After saying that, he turned his head back and continued driving attentively. Suzuki Xuena stared at him for a while, and Song Guicheng's profile was reflected in the snow outside the window, like a dream.

Suzuki Yukina lowered her head and didn't say anything until they reached the station.

The station was empty, but the tram seemed unhindered and kept moving, ruthlessly crushing the snow and leaving behind mottled black shadows.

"Be careful on the road." Song Guicheng reminded Suzuki Yukina who opened the door and got out of the car.

Suzuki Yukina stood beside the car, with the door open and snowflakes falling into the car. She grabbed the door, turned her head and stared into Song Guicheng's eyes, saying word by word: "Take the bus to go home."

Song Guicheng blinked, but saw her close the car door and walk into the station without looking back.

He followed Suzuki Yukina's figure and looked over, and found that her legs were becoming more and more lame in the wind and snow.

Song Guicheng sighed and was about to look away, but he saw a few drops of blood on the ground, sparsely scattered, exactly where Suzuki Xuena had just stood.

He pursed his lips, rolled up the car window, and folded up the blanket, but there was no blood on the blanket.

The speculation in his heart became stronger and stronger, but Song Guicheng did not feel happy.

“I can go home by tram.”

Song Guicheng repeated the words that Suzuki Yukina left for her. He leaned back in the seat and suddenly realized that Suzuki Yukina was answering his question, "It's snowing so heavily, why hasn't the tram stopped running yet?"

This is already a clear indication, what is this? Can the dungeon boss help the player? Or is she not the dungeon boss?

Song Guicheng pinched his brows and exhaled: "Forget it, let's go home first."

He was terribly cold and would freeze to death if he didn't change his clothes.