I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 197 Mingde Juku High School 11

The two hurried to the station and bought tickets. As expected, Suzuki Yukina was standing on the platform waiting for the train. The breeze gently blew her long hair, and half of her face was reflected in the sunset, looking particularly beautiful.

"I'm sorry, Suzuki-san," Song Guicheng clenched the ticket in his hand, "something happened at school, so I was delayed."

He ran for a while but didn't feel tired at all. He breathed normally and observed Suzuki Yukina's expression while talking.

Hearing this, Suzuki Xuena glanced at Song Guicheng. There was no light in her eyes, and they were as dead silent as a deep, cold pool. She asked expressionlessly, "What happened?"

Neither surprised nor concerned, as if it was just a formal question.

Song Guicheng hesitated and said, "Yamamoto is dead."

Suzuki Yukina tilted her head, as if accepting the meaning of this sentence. After a while, she said ruthlessly: "Oh."

This light word summed up his feelings and suppressed all the blood, weirdness and horror contained in this incident.

After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to fiddle with the last button of her school uniform. The thread was shaky and the button was shaking.

The person who bullied her died, but she didn't feel happy or excited. It seemed that all her emotions were suppressed in those eyes and were drained away along with the vitality of life.

However, several students who were waiting for the bus together were immediately shocked when they heard the news.

"Someone died? Is this true?"

"Who is Yamamoto?"

"A sophomore bully who liked to follow Watanabe and bully others. He even robbed me of my money and I beat him up."

"I want to go back and take a look."

"Eh~ How disgusting! What's so good about a dead person? Aren't you afraid of having nightmares?"

"Did you call the police?"

"So I don't have to go to class tomorrow, right?"

……

As if a drop of water splashed into an oil pan, the atmosphere suddenly became heated. Rather than wondering who died, they were more concerned about whether they could rest tomorrow.

Some people even ran over to ask Song Guicheng if this was true, but Pei Shuangjin next to him had such a cold temperament that they were too much of a pressure, and they couldn't stand it after just a few words of gossip and left.

Song Guicheng laughed: "Why are you scaring people?"

Pei Shuangjin shrugged slightly, a little innocently: "I was just watching them."

Who knew they would run away.

Song Guicheng turned his face and looked at his eyes carefully.

There was a kind of silence in Wu Zhi's eyes, dark like the night sky, cold and hard like jade, and deep like the deep sea. Song's return journey was reflected in his eyes, as if the road was blocked by ice and snow, blocking his return journey in the cold winter.

No wonder others are scared when they see it.

But Song Guicheng knew that his eyes reflected everything in the world: mountains, rivers, sun, moon, stars, and the mundane world. These were all he protected.

The human eye cannot discern the richness within, and can only see darkness.

Song Guicheng tapped his eyelashes: "I like it. I like it even if it's scary."

He had been scared away before and just wanted to stay away from it, but now he just couldn't see enough.

Pei Shuangjin lowered her head, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyes, like a dark cloud pouring out: "I like you too, even though you are not from this world."

Song Guicheng paused with his hanging hands and subconsciously looked around, only to find that the sound was silent, the air was silent, people were still maintaining the same posture as before, and the cherry blossom petals were suspended in mid-air.

The world is paused, just like the word "like", transcending time and space, breaking through order, and condensing into a moment of eternity.

Song Guicheng was speechless: "You..."

He wondered if Pei Shuangjin remembered something.

Pei Shuangjin shook his head and said, "I know I have forgotten a lot of things, but my heart recognized you before my memory did."

His voice was like jade striking a stone door in the silence, knocking on the door of Song Guicheng's heart word by word: "If you are not in my memory, the memory will be blurred. You are in my life. When I met you, my life clearly began to continue."

Song Guicheng didn't know how to react. This was different from what he expected.

At first he thought Jiang Chi told him that because after Wu Zhi lost his memories, he would become a completely different person and would go through all the physical and mental torture again, such as I love him, he loves him, he loves me, and after a series of entanglements Wu Zhi regained his memories and suddenly realized.

Song Guicheng unknowingly expressed his thoughts again.

Pei Shuangjin frowned, with a helpless expression on his face: "Read less melodramatic novels."

Song Guicheng:...I'm sorry, I admit my mistake.

"Ding Dong", the text message ringtone came from my pocket, like throwing a stone into the calm water. The air resumed flowing, and the sounds of people, wind, and leaves filled the empty world again.

Pei Shuangjin touched his head, sighed, and continued reading.

Song Guicheng took out his cell phone and saw a text message from his boss Tanaka: Are you free tomorrow afternoon at 2:30? Come to the convenience store to work.

Song Guicheng thought, if nothing unexpected happened, he would have been free these few days. A student just fell from the teaching building and died on the spot because the railing was not strong. Public opinion would probably be outrageous and it would be impossible not to suspend classes.

When he has time, Song Guicheng types a reply: Which convenience store?

The other side quickly replied: Are you stupid? It's still the same.

Then an address was attached.

OK, I got the address, Song Guicheng put away his phone.

He casually lifted his bangs, thinking of what Pei Shuangjin had said to him this morning, and asked, "Is there a place to get a haircut nearby?"

Pei Shuangjin knew what he wanted to do, and without taking her eyes off the book, she said, "Come to my house, I'll cut it for you."

Hearing this, Song Guicheng's expression was a little subtle. Of course, he didn't doubt what Pei Shuangjin was going to do to him, he was afraid of what he would do to Pei Shuangjin.

Pei Shuangjin didn't even look at him, but seemed to know what he was thinking. "Pa", he knocked Song Guicheng's head with the Chinese textbook in his hand, and said calmly: "You are not yet an adult, and neither am I."

"Oh..." Song Guicheng moved the book away, "Is it okay after I become an adult?"

Pei Shuangjin: ...

Song Guicheng smiled. This was of course a joke. There were a lot of things weighing on him and he couldn't spare the time to satisfy his physical desires.

It’s definitely not because both myself and Pei Shuang in this world are not yet adults!

While the two were joking around, the train arrived. It had two dark blue carriages, old and short, like a product of the times, in stark contrast to the luxurious, new train next to it.

Unlike the empty morning, the carriage was packed with people in the evening. It was difficult to squeeze in, let alone get a seat.

Suzuki Yukina had a problem with her left leg, and was squeezed left and right by the crowd of people getting on and off the bus. Seeing this, Song Guicheng reached out and pulled her along, making room for her to stand next to him.

Suzuki Yukina tightened her grip on the backpack strap and said hesitantly, "Thank you."

"It's okay, it's easy."

Song Guicheng had just gotten separated from Pei Shuangjin. As he was looking around, he saw him at the other end of the carriage, holding the handshake, looking at him across the crowd, as if he had been left behind, with an innocent look in his eyes.

Song Guicheng couldn't help but laugh, which attracted the attention of people around him. He quickly lowered his head and pretended to be autistic.

Suzuki Yukina was standing next to him, glancing at the extra light in Song Guicheng's usually lifeless eyes, like the morning light shining on the surface of a lake, creating ripples, and infusing his whole person with vitality, and his eyes changed slightly.

With a "creak", the carriage suddenly shook, and everyone leaned to the left. Suzuki Yukina didn't hold the railing and fell straight down. Song Guicheng quickly grabbed her.

After the two of them stood firm, Song Guicheng let go and frowned slightly: "Are you okay?"

Suzuki Yukina shook her head.

"That's good."

Song Guicheng slowly put down his hand, half turned around, and gently stroked the corner of his clothes.

Would a lame person stand so straight when he falls?

He recalled the scene just now. Suzuki Yukina's left leg couldn't bear the force. She should have fallen down, but she didn't fall down...

It is hard to fool people with knee-jerk reactions to unexpected situations.

Song Guicheng pursed his lips and glanced at Suzuki Xuena inconspicuously. He could see that her left leg was trembling slightly, but there was nothing abnormal.

He pinched his eyebrows. If it weren't for his good memory and sharp eyesight, it would have been difficult for him to notice the flaw just now.

Suzuki Yukina's legs were fine, he was sure of that.

But why did she continue to pretend to be a cripple? Song Guicheng didn't know the reason.

If we can figure it out, we will probably understand the background of the copy as well.

When the train arrived at a station, many people got off, and the carriage suddenly became much emptier. The poorer the place, the fewer people would stay on the train.

Suzuki Yukina picked up an empty seat and sat down. Song Guicheng sat down not far from her, hugged his schoolbag in his arms, put his head on it, and began to think about Yamamoto's death.

Yamamoto died because the balcony railing broke. He fell from it and died directly. Later, he was cut in half by the railing.

This cause of death is very rare in normal schools, but it is not out of place in the dungeon world.

The "creaking" sound he heard was probably the sound of the railing breaking. He also heard it during the first class in the afternoon, when the thing crawled over the wall next to him and sharply stimulated his eardrum.

It must be a ghost that caused trouble and damaged the railing on the fourth floor.

Maybe when Yamamoto died, the ghost was still hiding in the dark and watching silently.

But how did the ghost know that Yamamoto would hit the railing? Going further, how did it know that Yamamoto would anger Nakano and be left in school? How did it know that Yamamoto would have a conflict with other students and hit the railing?

Why did it have to be Yamamoto? Why did it have to be Yamamoto who flirted with Suzuki Yukina?

It seems like a ridiculous coincidence, but also like an inevitable fate.

Song Guicheng held the phone in his hand, and all kinds of questions suddenly tangled in his mind, and there were even more suspicious points about Suzuki Xuena.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Shuangjin came over from the other end without knowing when, stood in front of Song Guicheng, and took his phone from his hand.

Song Guicheng frowned slightly, pursed his lips, looked at the people around him, shook his head, and decided to get off the car first.

"Give me the schoolbag." He stretched out his hand to Pei Shuangjin and held Pei Shuangjin's schoolbag in his arms.

Song Guicheng is good at getting clues from dead people, and this copy is no exception.

What he saw from the mountain itself was not only the miserable death and the vague cause of death, but also the hint given to him by the ghost:

The goblin wanted to kill the murderer, so he cut him in half.

So what does he need to do?

Yamamoto's death made him realize that the ghosts in this copy were powerful and could take revenge on their own.

Then why did he come in? To fall in love?

He didn't believe it.

Song Guicheng tapped his knees with his fingers, and a guess emerged in his mind: is there anyone in this copy that the ghosts cannot take revenge on?

That's really... outrageous.

The entire dungeon is based on the obsession of ghosts. It is easy for ghosts to kill players, let alone killing NPCs, which is as easy as stepping on an ant.

After a few more stations, there were fewer and fewer people. The already quiet carriage became even more silent. You could clearly hear the "creaking" sound of the wheels rolling over the railway. People's bodies swayed slightly with the car body, and no one spoke, like dolls with empty shells left.

"Wu Chi Ting is about to arrive. Please prepare to get off the bus."

The female voice on the radio was elegant and sweet, with a unique accent, but it was stretched out too long, and accompanied by the "crackling" sound of old equipment, making it seem a little distorted.

"Wu Chi Ting is about to arrive. Please prepare to get off the bus."

"Wu Chi Ting is about to arrive. Please prepare to get off the bus."

The sound echoed in the empty carriage, crawling over everyone. After three times, the tram slowly stopped, and the door opened with a "creak".

"Let's go." Pei Shuangjin took the two schoolbags from Song Guicheng with one hand and led him off the tram with the other hand.

The sky gradually darkened. The darkness was like a swarm of insects, gnawing at the edges of the white curtain, moving toward the center from all sides, and devouring all the vitality of the day.

The messy electric poles look like the stumps of the station, and the wires are like exposed tendons after the texture is cut open, crisscrossing.

The street lights came on, and the two walked home along the edge of the railway. The lights stretched their shadows very long.

At this moment, everything is quiet. The rice in the farmland is particularly neat. In the darkening sky, it is like a dense net, which is about to cover the shadows of the two people with the surging wind.

Pei Shuangjin asked: "What were you thinking about in the car just now?"

Song Guicheng followed his footsteps, his eyes swept across the mountains in the distance, and said, "I wonder why Yamamoto was the one who died."

He told Pei Shuangjin everything he had thought about in the car, this horrible coincidence that seemed to be driven by an invisible hand.

Pei Shuangjin listened and was silent for a moment, then asked, "What happened after Yamamoto teased Suzuki?"

Song Guicheng replied: "I helped her out, I said..." He paused, his eyes trembling, "I said, Watanabe is waiting for him at the bicycle stand..."

However, Yamamoto did not meet Watanabe, but ran into Nakano, who had an even more violent temper, and attracted the dean of studies. Nakano was caught in the act, and Yamamoto was taught a lesson. Then they quarreled, fought, hit the railing, and fell to their death.

He murmured, "If I hadn't told him that at the time..." Nothing that happened afterwards would have happened.

Pei Shuangjin stopped and said, "This incident seems accidental, but it is inevitable. Yamamoto's lust and revenge, your act of helping others, Nakano's greed and temper, and the conflicts between the gangsters, all of these are part of his death."

Everybody was on schedule, everybody was pushing for his death.

It is not fate that creates coincidences, but fate that creates coincidences.

Yamamoto died in his own hands.

This ghost is good at using human hearts to weave death, and watches coldly as the executioner kills him.

Song Guicheng said softly: "If it was the old Song Guicheng, he would probably be too cowardly to dare to step forward, but now I am here, so..."

The butterfly's wings flapped a storm.

He is also a pawn in the ghost's revenge plan, and perhaps it was he who opened the prelude to death.