Strange game designer

"Come back again?" Gao Ming only saw that the puppet looked familiar at first. After looking at it carefully three times, he was sure that the puppet was the source of the phobia!

"Didn't I throw it into Apartment No. 6 yesterday?! It doesn't make sense!"

Gao Ming wanted to use phobia to have a certain negative impact on the student union and weaken Building 6's control over the campus. After all, no matter how strong the campus rules are, they still need people to enforce them, but he really didn't expect the teacher from Class 13 who never appeared. The classmates actually brought out the puppets again.

"Is this a counterattack against school rules? Or is the scapegoat in dormitory six overcoming his phobia?"

Grabbing his hair, Gao Ming lowered his head to hide his slightly out-of-control expression: "Is fate playing tricks on you?"

Gao Ming is well aware of the horror of phobia. This disease will lurk deep in the hearts of living people and ghosts. The deeper the fear in their hearts, the more terrifying the puppets will be.

"That's wrong! Why didn't the phobia have an effect on Ji Zhe?" Gao Ming squinted at Ji Zhe, and he slowly discovered some problems.

Jizhe's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he leaned forward unconsciously, as if there was something very scary lying on his back.

In addition, Ji Zhe's neck felt like a stiff neck, stiff and uncomfortable. It seemed that he hadn't turned his head to look behind him for a long time.

"Ji Zhe is also afraid. He is afraid of what is behind him, to the point where he doesn't even dare to turn his head and look back!" Phobia will awaken the fear deep in everyone's heart, and the deepest fear in Ji Zhe's heart is his own. As for the back, Gao Ming didn't know why it was like this. He couldn't see anything wrong with Ji Zhe's back.

"Perhaps in Ji Zhe's eyes, there is something very scary lying on his back, but this guy is obviously scared to death and deeply affected by phobia. Why did he return to Class 13?"

Wearing a brand-name suit, Ji Zhe still has a "confident" smile on his face, giving him a feeling of being fake and powerful.

"Why does it feel like he is showing off?" Gao Ming had doubts about the psychology and neurology he had studied for several years. From a comprehensive analysis, it seemed that Ji Zhe was showing off.

The essence of showing off is that I have something that others don’t have, and I gain satisfaction through the envy of others. But the question is, what does Ji Zhe have to show off?

Show off?

Gao Ming really doesn't understand the classmates in his class now. When he was in school before, he really didn't feel that the "water" in his class was so deep.

"Jizhe was very ordinary when he was in school, with strong self-esteem. He often fought with his classmates because of certain things. He doesn't seem to be a very scheming person..." After Gao Ming studied for a long time, he felt that Jizhe had not been replaced by a ghost, but Not being replaced means the problem is bigger.

Standing on the podium, facing the light, Ji Zhe silently waited for everyone to look over, then stretched out his hands, pressed the podium, and said to everyone with a bird's eye view: "Maybe you don't know your situation yet."

All the classmates looked at Ji Zhe inexplicably, but the ghosts who came in to replace the students were very serious. They worked hard to cooperate with Ji Zhe in order to make the acting more realistic.

"This school is full of ghosts. I know you are scared." With a smile on his face, Ji Zhe's tone became gentle: "But now you don't have to be scared, because I'm back."

"Jizhe?" It took Qian Junran a long time to recognize Jizhe: "How much did you drink last night? Is your brain broken?"

"I know you all look down on me, especially you - Qian Junran." Ji Zhe shook his head mockingly: "I remember the way each of you looked at me back then, but I won't argue with you. ."

Zhou Sisi glanced at her watch and kindly reminded her, "Brother Zhe, the teacher will be here soon. You should go back to your seat first."

"Teacher? This school is dominated by the student union. The teacher is nothing." Ji Zhe caught the eyes of Zhuo Jun, Bai Xiao and Ding Yuan with just one sentence. He slowly raised his hands: "Even if I hide it, you will soon... You'll be scared by me, so I'll just tell you in advance that I've been chosen."

Ji Zhe's words made Gao Ming full of questions. Is Ji Zhe as crazy as Saeki?

"Only ghosts can scare ghosts. Choose my ghost above all ghosts."

Ji Zhe on the podium talked about his understanding and his experiences in the dormitory building. The description was so thrilling that Gao Ming in the audience covered his forehead and wanted to drop out of school in embarrassment.

He tried to get the fear puppet back, but he was not the owner of the black and white photo, he only had the right to use it.

The students in the class had different reactions, and Bai Xiao, who came to class on the first day, was also extremely busy.

He knew how dangerous level four abnormal events were. Bai Xiao didn't dare to miss a detail and thought about every word said by his classmates.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. There is no such thing as being chosen by a ghost." Zhuo Jun clenched his fists. He was a little worried that Ji Zhe would trick all his classmates into dormitory No. 6 and teach them all the school rules.

"I heard that you've been doing well recently, so why don't you arrange a bus to send your classmates to their deaths?" Ji Zhe inadvertently revealed his brand-name belt: "If I were you, why would I have to prepare a motorcade?"

"What is this all about?"

"Zhuo Jun, it was you who killed everyone!"

"Don't make any noise now, the teacher is coming!"

"Yuan Hui, if you hate Zhuo Jun, go fuck him. Don't strangle me!"

The class was extremely lively. Fatty sat next to Ma Tao and asked a little cautiously: "Why don't people in this class suspect that there may be ghosts among our classmates? Do we still need to continue pretending? It feels like we are a little incompatible with their atmosphere. ."

Ma Tao, who was peeling the tea eggs, wiped his hands: "If they are not in your circle, don't force yourself into it. They are not good birds."

"But we are ghosts and we have to seize their survival spot." The fat man hugged his belly and spoke in a low voice.

"Are you saying that they treat themselves as human beings?" Ma Tao ate the tea eggs in one gulp, then took out a few wolfberries and threw them into the Doraemon thermos cup: "I came yesterday and had a day of classes with them. , these bastards are still alive and kicking, and three of the ghosts disappeared."

After blowing on the water from the thermos bottle, Ma Tao glanced sideways at the fat man: "Yesterday you were lying on the ground eating the painted apple. You kept eating one bite after another. In the end, your stomach exploded, your soul was gone, and your whole body turned into a waste. Confetti.”

The fat man was a little afraid to listen anymore. He was worried that he would have nightmares tonight.

The quarrels in the class continued to get louder, and the fat man shrank his neck: "Then can I quit this class?"

"It's late. People in their class might come looking for you late at night." Ma Tao opened the textbook: "Besides, the school rules don't allow it. If you replace the original student, you have to live as the original student. .”

Fatty listened silently to the quarrels of his classmates. Yuan Hui accused Zhuo Jun of wanting to kill everyone in the class. Zhuo Jun said that everyone in the class had died ten years ago. Ji Zhe shouted about the ghost behind him, wearing a Saeki in a hospital gown is also going crazy, Liu Yi, who is wearing a student union armband, has a horrible smell all over his body, and that psychiatrist named Gao Ming...

The fat man retracted his hands into his sleeves. The fat man did not dare to speak. He felt that sometimes being a ghost was quite hopeless.