Strange game designer

In the future Gao Ming sees, Xia Yang and Situ An are the two unavoidable core figures, representing chaotic freedom and orderly evil. But now the fates of Xia Yang and Situ An are entangled with Gao Ming.

Taking out his cell phone, Gao Ming made sure the communication was back to normal and then made a call.

Just one second after the ringtone rang, the call was connected, and Xuan Wen's voice came from the phone: "Where are you? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine. How many internal users are there in the Backwater Forum now?" Internal users are what Gao Ming calls players. Only citizens who have experienced an abnormal event and survived can understand certain hints in the forum and become internal users of the forum. .

"There are more than fifty people registered, and there are about twelve more valuable players."

"In the next few days, the number of users of the forum may increase dramatically. Please pay attention to screening and guidance." Gao Ming sent some "game design plans" to Xuan Wen. The difficulty of these games is roughly equivalent to Level 2 abnormal events, which is very suitable for novices. But it is of little use to people like classmates from Class 13 who have seen big scenes.

After receiving the file, Xuan Wen saw that Gao Ming had not sent a message, so she subconsciously sent an emoticon: "Is there anything else?"

"How about the game based on you?" Gao Ming wants to let more people remember Xuan Wen through the game, using the game as a shrine to copy the paths of those ghosts in Xinhu.

"While still spending crazy money on production, I have almost wiped out all the underground banks and black lending organizations in Hanhai." Xuan Wen said in shock.

"The game itself does not need to be too sophisticated. The key is to spend money to promote it so that more people know and experience it." Gao Ming sent another document to Xuan Wen.

"What you said doesn't sound like what a professional game producer said. What? Have you forgotten your original intention?" Xuan Wen said pointedly.

"I'm going to add some new content to your game, so that your game can predict disasters to a certain extent. Playing this game can increase the chance of survival. I don't believe that any other game company can beat us." Gao Ming didn't hear Xuan Wen's tone, but still smiled: "I hope Nightlight Game Studio and Manager Gou can catch this wealth."

"Is there anything else?" Xuan Wen asked again uncertainly: "We haven't seen each other for so many days, do you really have nothing else to say?"

"temporarily unavailable."

"It's so strange. I suddenly felt that there were other women standing next to you." Xuan Wen suddenly spoke. The instinct of the criminal and murderer in her heart was very scary: "It seems that there is more than one."

After a slight pause, Gao Ming already understood that Xuanwen had misunderstood: "You misunderstood, she is just my high school classmate, and we have been trapped in school these days."

"Hey~~~She's just my high school classmate~" Xuan Wen imitated Gao Ming's words: "It turns out that I met true love, but it seems that I am ignorant because of this accident."

"..."

"You're just kidding. Take care of yourself. The atmosphere in Hanhai City is not right lately." Xuan Wen and Gao Ming exchanged messages and hung up the phone.

"Do you need me to call you again and clarify it for you?" Liu Yi is a lawyer, a very serious lawyer.

"Goodbye."

The Level 4 anomaly at Hande Private College is completely out of control, and the entire Eastern District will be affected by it. Gao Ming still has a lot of things to do. After the heavy rain stops, he wants to bypass the tunnel and go to Xinhu and Hanjiang to take a look. .

After the communication was restored, Gao Ming received a lot of messages, and he didn't have time to reply to them all. He took Liu Yi and rushed into the woods to meet the supermarket owner Zhang Ding.

The ghosts in the vast sea are divided into four levels, the ordinary scapegoats in the shadow world, and the big ghosts who own the House of Resentment. When the House of Resentment can evolve into a nightmare, it becomes a ghost house, that is, there is the level of Liang, and those who have mastered the rules are above. Yan Xi knows.

The situation of supermarket owner Zhang Ding is a bit special. Gao Ming originally thought that Zhang Ding's house of complaint was the supermarket built on Minlong Street, but maybe because Zhang Ding accepted all the resentments of the dead in vain, his house of complaint was actually It's the flood itself.

The black and white photo shows not only the supermarket, but also all the customers and the flood. In the mobile building, Zhang Ding is also the only ghost who can integrate with the flood, and can even control the flood.

After seeing Yan Xizhi mastering the school rules, Gao Ming felt that among the friends he knew, Zhang Ding was most likely to become the second ghost to control the rules. His strength is no worse than Youliang, and he has the help of countless water ghosts and neighbors. If he can completely control the flood, Zhang Ding will become very terrifying.

"The red clothes in Hanjiang push themselves to the limit, the ghosts and gods in Xinhu need living people to believe in and remember, and the evil ghosts in Hanhai need more ghosts to pave the way to have a chance to reach the end."

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"Brother Jie, wake up!"

"Stop shaking, I'm pretending to be dead!" Wang Jie slapped Xishan away. He looked at the broken car window and saw a face full of blood and wounds reflected in the glass.

"Your leg is stuck in the car, or..." Xishan recalled some plots in the movie, and knowing that Wang Jie had a sinister personality, he decisively dug out the saw from the tool box.

"You're not asking me to cut off my legs to escape, are you?" Wang Jie frowned tightly.

"Well, I see all the ruthless people on TV are like this." Xishan nodded blankly.

"F***." Wang Jie took out his mobile phone. When he saw that the signal was restored, his eyes changed.

Ignoring Xishan anymore, Wang Jie made more than a dozen calls in succession, sent the location, and told his grandfather, parents and several uncles everything he found and experienced without missing anything.

"Brother Jie, do we really not need to escape?" Xishan did not abandon Wang Jie and ran away alone. He took a saw and was trying to cut open the seat to get Wang Jie out.

"Escape? From now on, it is the others who should escape." Wang Jie gritted his teeth: "Situ An and Zhuo Jun, those bastards don't want to have an easy life!"

"Then we'll wait here?" Xishan asked uncertainly.

"Stay peacefully." Wang Jie had already received a reply from his family, and finally a smile appeared on his face: "Why should you work hard on your own at an age when you should fight for your father?"

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The body of the student council president was covered with bandages. Shortly after he left the campus, he took out a mobile phone with a pink mobile phone case. The original owner of this mobile phone was Song Xue.

After inputting the password skillfully, the president opened the video. Song Xue, who died tragically, appeared on the phone screen. She seemed to be imprisoned in the phone by some kind of ability.

"Song Xue, help me determine the location of all the students in Class 13, enter each person's death method into the group chat, and set it as their note information. It will take time for my curse rules to take effect slowly."

"Some of them have also helped you." Song Xue's voice came from the mobile phone, unchanged from ten years ago: "I told you the truth back then and advised you not to come."

"Everyone in Class 13 is a pawn in the shadow world. I am not harming them by doing this, but I can give them one more choice when they encounter pain that is worse than death." President and Silent Student Council Members Leaving quietly, they dispersed into the city, and student union armbands began to appear on different adults.

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Jizhe's brother Jifu was hiding among the ruins. He looked up at the giant tree of flesh and blood and softly called his brother's name.

His clothes were soaked, and he suddenly felt his phone vibrate: "The signal has been restored!"

Turning on his phone, Jifu first saw an emergency reminder. Hanhai released a list of dangerous persons, which recorded part of the suspect's information.

"Good guy, there are 50 people in Class 13, how come there are 51 wanted criminals?"