Strange game designer

"The rules left by the dormitory aunt clearly stated that if the person checking the dormitory for the second time is laughing, please leave the dormitory as soon as possible." Wang Jie waited for the student union to leave, then tied his shoelaces and sat on the edge of the bed: "We You have to find a way out for yourself."

"It's very dangerous in school at night. Staying in the dormitory is the only way to survive." Yuan Hui insisted.

None of them spoke. Wang Jie picked up his cell phone and sent a message in the group chat: Yuan Hui is a ghost. We seem to have offended the student union again. Zhuo Jun’s identity is unknown. We can’t stay in this dormitory at all. In fifteen minutes, we will be three We go to the toilet together.

Yushan: Got it, my brother, you are my angel.

Gao Ming: The rule is that you are not allowed to use mobile phones after midnight. You two prepare the necessary tools under the mosquito net. After leaving the dormitory, don't stay too far away from me.

The classmates wanted to leave the dormitory and take refuge, while Gao Ming wanted to enter the principal's office after midnight.

After swallowing Situ An into the torture chamber, suicide can even become an option for a high life.

There are only two things Gao Ming worries about. The first is that after death in this school, his soul will be imprisoned and become a new "student"; the second is that after he returns to the tunnel, he will be seen by the person who killed him. It turns out that he retains his memory.

Everyone pretended to lie on the bed to rest and closed the mosquito net. In fact, everyone was making preparations secretly.

In the dormitory of six people, I don't know how many groups have been established. Gao Ming never underestimates the malice in human nature. When his life is threatened, these roommates will sell him without hesitation.

The rain washed away the window glass, and every minute of lying in the darkness was extremely unbearable.

The time on the mobile phone always felt very slow. After packing their things, Wang Jie and Xishan hid their schoolbags under the quilt. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

"This is only the first night..."

Lying on the pillow, Gao Ming stretched out his hands on the thin quilt, and the sound of rain outside the window disappeared in the distance.

When he first entered the school ten years ago, he seemed to have been lying on the bed in the dormitory like this, listening to the rain ten years ago.

"Why were we chosen? Was the bus full of students ten years ago?"

Questions popped up one after another, and the more I thought about them, the more tired and sleepy I became.

Gao Ming gradually closed his eyes. While half asleep, he heard a strange sound in the corridor.

"Gao Ming, can I sit next to you? No one is bullying me, I just want to follow you..."

"Gao Ming, I may not be able to come to class starting tomorrow. I have to transfer to another school."

"Gao Ming, can you hear my voice? I want to come to you, can you stay with me?"

Someone was singing in a low voice in the corridor of the dormitory. The voice was extremely familiar to Gao Ming. The owner of the song seemed to have lived with them for a long time.

"That extra student from Class 13, is he outside?"

The sound stopped at the door of dormitory 1314, and the door was knocked again and again.

"Gaoming, can you hear me? Can I stay in the same room with you?"

Gao Ming's Adam's apple rolled. The strange sound sounded in the dormitory this time. The owner of the sound seemed to be standing in the middle of the dormitory, facing Gao Ming's bed.

He heard strange noises and pretended to be asleep, but Gao Ming did not move.

"Gaoming, can you hear my voice? I'm shaking from the cold, can I lie on your bed?"

The mosquito net was opened, something was crawling inside, the quilt became damp, and the soaked clothes clung to Gao Ming's body.

A pair of cold, muddy hands gently placed on Gao Ming's face, as if he had just crawled out of a tomb on a rainy day.

The fingertips slid down Gao Ming's skin, as if a poisonous snake was crawling across it.

"Gaoming, look at me, okay? It's me, I'm back, I'm back to find you."

The voice was right in front of Gao Ming, and he could see clearly when he opened his eyes. However, the rules stated by the dormitory aunt clearly stated that he must not open his eyes to see.

His body became heavier and heavier. Gao Ming was obviously lying on the bed, but he felt that his body was slowly sinking. This feeling was very similar to falling into the underground of a supermarket full of water ghosts.

Unwilling to sit still and wait for death, Gao Ming raised his hands as if sleepwalking, and hugged the owner of the voice with all his strength.

The flesh and blood touch, the other party never expected that Gao Ming would be so enthusiastic.

"Gao Ming..."

"Come on, we won't separate this time." Thick arms hugged the voice, and the blood threads hidden under the skin were tightly entangled, and Gao Ming's chest seemed to have turned into a mouth swallowing nightmares.

Pressing down his arm, the voice was forced into Gao Ming's heart.

A memory fragment that did not belong to Gao Ming exploded in his chest, and Gao Ming saw a hazy morning.

When they were in high school, there were nine classes in that class, namely classes one to eight, and their class thirteen.

In fact, Gao Ming is also very strange. Why is their Class 9 not called Class 9, but Class 13? The number Thirteen seems to have a special meaning to them. Of course, it may also be all the students from Classes 9 to 12. problem occurs.

Missing? die? A more cruel and desperate encounter?

There are no answers in the nightmare, the brief memory is only a few seconds.

One morning, freshmen reported that the wind blew the curtains and the sky became gloomy.

The owner of the memory opened the door of Class 13 and looked at him with clear and innocent faces.

Somewhat shyly, he walked up to the podium and said in a voice that was very familiar to Gao Ming: "Hello everyone, I am a new transfer student. I like painting and singing. I hope you can give me some advice."

The memory fragments are unfolded from the memory owner's perspective, so Gao Ming cannot see the memory owner's face.

The owner of the memory was placed next to Zhou Sisi by the teacher. At that time, everyone was discussing the upcoming event in Linshi.

Zhou Sisi enthusiastically told everything to the memory owner, but the memory owner missed the event because he had not completed the procedures.

The owner of the memory is suspected to be the fifty-first student of Class 13. He seems to be the only one who did not get on the bus to participate in the event.

The memory fragments ended here. Gao Ming, who was lying on the bed in the dormitory, slowly opened his eyes. The mosquito net was torn, the bed was covered with mud, and there were traces of struggle on the wall.

"Ten years ago, my classmates took a bus to Linshi to participate in an event. Everyone who got on the bus died. Only the one who didn't get on the bus transferred to another school and survived? Is he the only survivor?"

"Is this the truth ten years ago?"

"But if that's true, then why are all of us who got on the bus alive and well, but no one remembers the transfer student who didn't get on the bus?"

"Could it be that he sacrificed himself to save everyone?"

Judging from this fragment of memory alone, it seems that the fifty-first student is not a bad person. The only pity is...

Gao Ming wiped the mud off the bed. Originally, the sound might have reminded all the classmates, but here he was eaten by him.

"There should be a lot of memory fragments, and eating one should not affect the overall situation."