The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

In the cramped space, I folded the screen and concentrated my mind.

Two men came around the corner and their conversation became clearer.

"He just came up and killed people. This lunatic is actually in our camp. His brain is really a hindrance."

"I guess he's the kind of person who has only entered the game two or three times and got some good items and thinks he's very powerful. It's better for him to die early. People like him who are out of control are more troublesome."

"I'll go check to see if there are any dead players. If there are any items, I'll pick them up."

"No need to look." The other man who spoke had sharp eyes and saw a spine in the distance. He walked around the back of the column and pulled out a head. "The person is dead. The one who could kill someone like this must be a player. The things must have been picked up."

"Tsk, you're a step late."

"The bones are not cold yet, this person probably hasn't gone far. Let's listen to Brother Ping and leave the things here and leave."

"Okay, but we are really lucky this time. We are actually assigned to the same team as Brother Ping. I feel like I can win without doing anything, haha."

Shi Jinzhe listened to the conversation between the two and didn't expect that they had already recognized their teammates in the same camp.

And that "Brother Ping" should be a high-level player assigned to a certain camp, otherwise he would not have integrated people from the same camp so quickly.

It is true that people cannot be compared.

A small, negligible knocking sound occurred on the counter, the conversation outside the counter became quieter, and the two men left.

In order not to make any noise, Shi Jinzhe could only stay tense in the narrow cabinet, and his neck was already sore.

Shekh sitting opposite him was quite relaxed. After he came in, he leaned his body and squeezed his legs to find a place next to him.

When no sound could be heard outside, Shi Jinzhe asked, "Have these two people gone far away?"

"Let's go, but don't go out again until later."

Sheh exerted force on her upper body, changing her posture from leaning against the board to leaning forward. She placed her palms on the board above her head, and her fingertips slowly slid across the grain of the wood, as if she was sensing something.

The fingers finally stopped at the top of Shi Jinzhe's head. Through a thick wooden board, the small round mirror on the counter was melted bit by bit by the dark blue corrosive liquid.

"Okay." She withdrew her hand, pushed open the closet door, and left the crowded place.

Shi Jinzhe followed her and left the closet.

There was a little corrosion mark on the counter, and he pointed there. "They put something there."

"A mirror. I don't know what it does, but my intuition tells me that I can't be reflected by it."

“Will you be petrified…?” Shi Jinzhe recalled the story of Medusa, in which it seemed that Medusa looked directly into the eyes in the mirror and turned herself into stone.

"No, this mirror doesn't have that ability yet. I just think it would be troublesome to be reflected by it. It might be a high-end prop."

Sheh was not familiar with the airport, so she asked Shi Jinzhe, "Where can we find players from the same faction?"

"If all players enter the airport by plane, then find a few places where passengers go and find the people first."

Shi Jinzhe followed the sign and went to the pick-up point on the first floor where passengers arrived. There were not many people on the road. The indigenous people were either dead or in hiding.

The huge airport was so empty that only the breathing sounds of two people could be heard. After searching for a moment, the system prompt suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Brown camp player Zheng Ying was killed.]

"Brown camp? Shekh, did you hear that?"

"I heard it." Sheh stopped walking. "There's someone in the women's clothing store ahead. It's a man."

"Go and see."

The clothes in the clothing store were hung neatly, and the winter coats were fluffy and took up space. Among the layers of clothes, there was a boy wearing black-framed glasses lying flat like a corpse under a row of clothes, using the long hem of his clothes to cover his body.

Through the gap in the clothes, the man with black-framed glasses saw two figures walking into the store and walking towards him.

His heartbeat quickened involuntarily and he slowed down his breathing, but he was too nervous and couldn't help swallowing.

A hand pushed aside the pile of clothes he was lying on, and the gap above the boy's head grew larger.

He squinted his eyes as if to cover his ears and steal the bell, as if his field of vision had narrowed and the man would not be able to see him.

But contrary to expectations, a woman's face, which was somewhat too pale, was revealed from the gap.

Sheh looked down at the man with black-framed glasses, pulled him out directly, and threw him to Shi Jinzhe.

Shi Jinzhe put the boy's hands behind his back and asked, "Which camp are you from?"

"I don't know... I just found a random place to hide."

He then asked, "What drinks did you choose on the plane?"

The boy licked his lips and said, "I chose Coke, coffee, and orange juice."

“This is the first time I’ve played this game.”

"The first time..." The boy's eyes were wandering and he felt a little guilty.

While he was writing down the order, his fingers accidentally touched the sweat on his palms. Seeing that the boy didn't dare to look her in the eye, he put on an appearance of a good guy.

"It's not easy for a new player for the first time. I've been through that stage as well. I've been playing for so long, more than a dozen games. Seeing you like this reminds me of myself."

A dozen games...?

The boy's eyes lit up. Did he meet a big shot?

And listening to these words, it seemed as if they had triggered his compassion.

Shi Jinzhe continued, "I won't make things difficult for you. Just tell me the truth and I'll let you go. I don't have the patience to train new people. I'll let you live, and don't have any other ideas."

After these words were spoken, the boy believed them even more.

If this man said that he took himself with him on his own initiative, that would be suspicious. Now that he doesn't let himself get entangled, it seems more real and fits his fantasy of a big boss.

“…This is indeed my first time playing the game, and the order of drinks I mentioned is also true.”

"But why don't you look panicked?" The boy was nervous, but compared to many newcomers who entered the game for the first time, his performance was acceptable.

“…It’s true that this is my first time entering the game, but I knew about this survival game before, so I’m not that panicked.” The boy complained quietly, “I just don’t know why I came in anyway.”

Shi Jinzhe suddenly raised his eyes. Others might not understand what was said, but he didn't understand it either.

"So that's how it is. You've performed well and have a promising future. I'll let you go this time."

"Really? I can go?" The boy was a little surprised. "Then can I follow you? I promise not to cause any trouble."

Shi Jinzhe firmly refused, maintaining his fake boss's attitude: "No, I don't take new people."

His expression was calm, without any flaws. He let go of the boy's hand and urged him to leave quickly.

The boy was a little disappointed, but he didn't dare to stay for long. He turned around and ran away. He had to find a new place to hide.

After running a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

He saw Shi Jinzhe and Shehe standing there without moving. When he turned around, Shi Jinzhe smiled back at him.

Completely relieved, the boy ran at a very fast speed, but faster than him was a butterfly knife flying towards him.

The tip of the knife pierced the boy's neck fiercely and passed through his throat. The butterfly knife turned in the air and broke in his hand when it flew back.

Shi Jinzhe wiped his hands and knife with a wet towel and talked to Sheh: "There is no faction notification. I suspect that only players in the same faction can hear the kill notification."

"So we are in the brown camp. Only when the one named Zheng Ying dies can we hear the report." She turned her gaze to the second floor in the upper right corner and petrified a peeping player.