Strange game designer

Chapter 162 Situ An!

Gao Ming stood behind Ji Zhe outside the mirror, and the dead Gao Ming stood behind Xia Yang in the mirror.

"I know exactly what to do. Don't cross the line." Gao Ming's hand slowly raised and gently locked Jizhe's neck. He looked at the mirror.

The one-eyed Gao Ming in the mirror strangled Xia Yang with wounds all over his body. His remaining eye was penetrated by a line of blood, and his voice was cold and terrifying.

"I'm dead, and you are the one who made the decision." Ji Zhe in the mirror slowly matched Xia Yang's expression: "Killing everyone is your deepest thought, I just expressed everything, Don’t you understand yet? I am doing things according to your wishes. It is not me who is guiding you, but you who are driving me.”

The mirror reflects the souls and hearts of the three people, and also reflects the figures of Jizhe, Xia Yang and Gao Ming.

"Stop now." Gao Ming exerted force with his five fingers, and Jizhe's neck began to twist.

Xia Yang in the mirror has a warm smile on his face and his hands are still dancing wildly. This madman is drawing photos of all the students in Class 13!

"Why don't you live as you please? Why suppress yourself? You seem to have been hiding your true heart?" Xia Yang did not stop. He drew the characteristics of each student's soul, the spirit and will of everyone in the classroom. He copied them all, including the replaced students.

Such crazy behavior also completely caused Situ An's uneasiness. You must know that this is an office building, and this is the only building that Situ An can completely control.

The door of the health classroom could not be opened. Large cracks began to appear in the wall around the door, and something terrifying was swimming in the wall.

Screams came from the infirmary next door. The wall between the health classroom and the infirmary looked like human skin, with blood vessels emerging and beating rhythmically like a heart.

"A person who can see the future, but is unwilling to control it, what secrets are hidden in your heart?" Xia Yang finished drawing the students, and finally his eyes were fixed on Gao Ming: "Your soul is dead But this mirror seems to only be able to reflect part of you, let me see your true soul."

Stained with the blood of his classmates, the crazy Xia Yang wanted to draw a picture of Gao Xing in the mirror.

When his fingertips touched the mirror, countless death memories hidden in Gao Ming's heart began to collide. Another figure appeared behind Xia Yang. Gao Ming, wearing the uniform of the Director of the Investigation Bureau, grabbed Xia Yang.

"Another dead you?"

The closer he got to the truth, the more excited Xia Yang's eyes became. He wanted to draw the soul of Gao Ming, but he never thought that the current Gao Ming was held up by the dead Gao Ming.

"Use yourself as a ladder to peek into the future step by step? It's all death? How many times have you died?"

An arm penetrated Xia Yang's chest from behind. He endured the risk of his body being torn into pieces and continued to outline Gao Ming's cheeks with a smile.

The mirror painted with blood-colored portraits blocked the line of sight, and the figures of tragic deaths covered Xia Yang. When he was about to draw the core, he suddenly found a sound coming from the chests of all the tragically dead Gao Ming, and the flesh and blood hearts that should have died were restored. Beating, flesh and blood calling each other, the eight arms spreading around like the branches of a thousand-year-old tree, the ghosts and gods made of flesh and blood want to send all of Xia Yang's paintings into the torture chamber!

The disaster reflected in the mirror exceeded the upper limit. Not only the mirror surface, but also the wall was about to collapse. The crazy Xia Yang finally regained his sense. He stopped painting because he knew that he could not paint a true high life.

The former art teacher also wanted to draw a soul with a high destiny, but there were too many. Now Xia Yang also encountered the same problem. The more he painted, the deeper he would sink.

The cracks in the classroom continued to expand. Xia Yang painted to the limit. One more stroke and the mirror as a canvas would shatter.

"I'm best at drawing people, but I didn't expect that one day I would encounter a soul that I couldn't draw." The appearance of Xingwu "helped" Xia Yang regain his sanity. He wiped off the blood on his fingertips and reached out to Gao Ming: "You You shouldn’t want me to disappear forever.”

"The person imprisoned in my heart will always exist, but at that time you will probably wish you could disappear."

Gao Ming dragged Ji Zhe forward and reached out. The mirror used for mental health monitoring was now covered with bloody portraits. Xia Yang almost copied the appearance of the souls of the entire class.

When his fingertips touched the mirror, all the blood drawn by Xia Yang rushed towards the photo of Gao Ming's body in his pocket. The faces of his classmates were all preserved in Xia Yang's photo.

As the blood on the mirror slid down, the students in the class were also attracted by the movement here, and they saw an extremely shocking scene.

The blood color faded, Jizhe was sitting on the ground in the mirror, and behind Jizhe stood an eight-armed ghost like a giant tree of flesh and blood.

When the last drop of blood was exhausted, the mirror, which could not withstand repeated tossing, fell into pieces. What was even more terrifying was that the cracks on the mirror spread to the wall.

Between the health classroom and the infirmary, the wall that looked like human skin collapsed along with the mirror, and all the students in Class 13 saw the scene in the infirmary next door.

On the two floors, the interior space of the infirmary is huge. Fifty students with their faces covered with gauze are tied near the hospital bed like sick dogs. On the platform near the wall are schoolbags, diaries and a set of muddy school uniforms.

Next to the school uniform, there is a student ID card with a blurry photo. The other person's student number seems to be 51.

The body slowly returned to normal. None of the students present expected that the health class, which was used to examine the body and mind, would end up like this. Everyone's eyes wandered between the infirmary, the collapsed wall and Ji Zhe.

Gao Ming, who had taken back his photo, had already retreated early. When it was over, he took off his clothes and hid his achievements and fame, leaving only the terrifying Ji Zhe.

"Those students with bandages covering their faces in the infirmary look familiar... When we took the bus to school, it seemed that a student with bandages covering his face got on the bus!" Wang Jie suddenly thought of something, but he looked around. I didn’t see that person either: “What’s going on with these students?”

"The Investigation Bureau wants to create the 51st classmate! They want to imprison the school rules in a certain body!" Saeki's roar sounded. He who had just entered the door was also tied to the hospital bed. He was wearing He was wearing a hospital gown, with various tubes tied around his body, and he was screaming like crazy.

"Sure enough, it was Zhuo Jun's fault!" A shoe hit Zhuo Jun on the back of the head, but he easily dodged it, and Yuan Hui tried to take off the other shoe.

"The school bag, diary, school uniform and student ID card all belong to the 51st student. Windows, mirrors and doors are all hypnotic media. The Investigation Bureau wants to find out the deepest thoughts in our hearts through the connection between us and the 51st student's relics. Fragments of students’ memories!” Saeki was wearing a hospital gown, biting the bandage, shouting and struggling.

"The Investigation Bureau has prepared a replacement! They have never really treated us as human beings!" The resentment in Yuan Hui's heart was very strong, and no one knew what happened to him in the office before.

Some students are still trying to digest this information, while others have already rushed towards the relics on the table.

Liu Yi, Wang Jie and Gao Ming headed straight for the diary. Other students did not dare to fall behind and moved forward quickly.

Zhuo Jun's face turned completely dark when he saw all this. These were not classmates at all, but a group of lunatics and bandits.

"Bang!"

After Xia Yang returned to the deceased room, the door of the health classroom was finally opened. Investigators wearing teacher qualification certificates entered the room one after another, but they could not maintain order.

The students in Class 13 are so independent-minded and understand that they can only rely on themselves at any time.

"Stop! Don't touch anything in the infirmary!"

Those warning sounds were like farts, and no one paid any attention to them. The students stepped on the ruins, some tore off the bandages on the patients' faces, some were fighting for things in their schoolbags, and some formed a human wall and started reading together. journal.

Jizhe, who had been stepped on several times, also woke up faintly. He covered his heart, feeling an indescribable fear that almost swallowed him up.

Under the continuous strong stimulation, the effect of the phobia has been exerted to the extreme. What he just saw vaguely appeared in his mind, and the fear behind him was gradually turning into reality.

"Are you okay?" The kind-hearted Zhou Sisi did not participate in the robbery. She dragged Jizhe aside. The girl was afraid that Jizhe would be trampled to death.

"I seemed to have had a very scary dream. I saw the ghost behind me." Jizhe's hands and feet were cold: "It died again and again, but it became more terrifying every time. It had eight arms and four Different faces, its lower body is inlaid with countless blood-red corpses..."

Combined with the descriptions Ji Zhe heard from his classmates before, the imagination about fear in his mind became more specific and real. The most important thing is that the classmates also saw the terrifying "ghost".

Everyone's fear had a concrete image, infinite malice was poured into the imagination created by everyone, and the seeds of fear began to take root and germinate.

"If you don't stop, you will be eliminated!" The old investigator wearing a teacher's certificate shouted loudly, but it had no effect.

The students with bandaged faces in the infirmary looked around blankly. As soon as the painful expressions on their faces were relieved, the restraints on their bodies were tightened, and three school doctors wearing blood-red "white coats" walked down from the second floor. .

Each of these three school doctors has distinct characteristics. The doctor walking in front has all ten fingers replaced by scalpels, and there are various tubes under the skin. He is wearing a school uniform under a bloody coat. He should have been a student of the school before, and there is still a hanging on his chest. A student ID card with his name written on it.

Following Huang Terror was a very beautiful female doctor, but what really controlled the female doctor was the head she held in her arms. There were countless blood vessels at the lower end of the head connected to the female doctor, as if it was parasitic on the female doctor's body.

Finally, the third doctor took off his mask. He looked exactly like Dr. Lu, but Gao Ming was sure that he was not Dr. Lu.

"I have killed the real Dr. Lu. The temperament of this Dr. Lu is somewhat familiar. He is in a high position, despicable and confident, cruel and hypocritical, a bit like..." Gao Ming took a breath and narrowed his eyes slightly: " Situ An!"

The infirmary of Hande Private Academy seems to be able to put different people together to create more perfect and terrifying monsters, such as the health teacher who was almost painted to death by Xia Yang.

The office building was shrouded in Situ An's rules. The infirmary was at the core of the office building. Even Zhuo Jun, who was valued by Situ An, did not dare to enter easily. This place must contain Situ An's secrets.

"After I took away the Flesh Immortal, Situ An seemed to have taken a different path. This guy is really a geek in creating weird things."

Class 13 didn't listen to what the investigator said, but when the three doctors showed up, sensible people had already started to stay away.

A certain ghost who was voted to death in the first class was just a step too late, and was caught by Dr. Huang Terror.

The "school doctor" wearing a school uniform looked back at Dr. Lu. After receiving permission, he stuffed the ghost student directly into his chest and nailed ten fingers into the kid's body. His chest and abdomen were split, with strange and terrifying tubes. It stretched out and penetrated the scapegoat's body.

The students of Class 13 calmed down instantly, and Huang Xin "swallowed" the scapegoat in the most terrifying way in front of everyone.

When everyone gave out their scapegoat tickets in the morning, no one expected that the other party would be driven to pieces in such a cruel way.

"Put all the things you picked up from the infirmary back to their original places." Dr. Lu said calmly, his voice was not loud, but there was an unquestionable feeling.

Walking down, Dr. Lu and the infirmary seemed to be one, and everything in this room obeyed his orders.

"We are just taking a look." Junjie is a person who knows current affairs. The students put all the belongings of the 51st classmate back to their original places, and everyone gathered around Ji Zhe.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like