Strange game designer

The insomniac stopped making noises. He held his fingers covered with fresh blood and did not dare to exert too much force when walking.

The fourth floor was very quiet. There was no one in sight. Xuanwen and Sumo didn't know what the insomniacs were afraid of.

After walking quietly for more than ten meters, they stopped next to the daily care ward from severe to mild cases. The insomniac took out a bunch of keys and tried for a long time before opening the door.

The overall decoration of the hospital is light-colored, giving people a clean and bright feeling, but this ward is very dark. Irregular lines have been drawn with pens on the walls, floor and quilts, and the black lines are combined together. , like a whirlpool, if you stare at it for a long time, it seems that your soul will be sucked into it.

"When I couldn't sleep, I would take a pen to record the sounds in my head." The insomniac held up the quilt on the bed. The quilt was originally supposed to be white, but now he painted it black.

"You said these lines are sounds?" Xuan Wen was very interested. She ignored Su Mo's reminder and entered the nursing room.

The silence outside was because he was anxious. He originally wanted to wait for the insomniac to enter the room, close the door and escape immediately. Who knew that Xuan Wen really wanted to help the other party cure his illness.

"Listen carefully." The insomniac put the quilt to his ears, and his eyes immediately began to roll, as if countless sounds penetrated his ears like threads.

Xuan Wen also did the same, and the lines at the end of the quilt began to bend, first like water waves, and then like fish hiding under the water. All kinds of sleep murmurs sounded, all of which were the last words before death.

Some people want to take a look at their daughter, some feel that the child deliberately refused to treat themselves, some are willing to donate all the remains, and some are crying and regretting.

The sound became louder and louder, and the lines seemed to change from fish hiding under the water to thick snakes and patches of shadow.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

All the voices finally converged into a common thought, and countless lines rushed in a certain direction. The insomniac roared in pain. He was like a puppet controlled by countless thin wires. Let alone sleep, as soon as he closed his eyes, The brain is dominated by various sounds.

"The end of the line is the back of the patient's head, and the source is..." Slender and beautiful fingers traced the black line like stroking the strings of a piano. Xuan Wen walked towards the only bed in the ward close to the door: "Pillows used by many deceased people. .”

Pillowcases will be changed all the time, but the pillow core hides the last memory of the deceased.

Xuan Wen ignored the crazy insomniac. She seemed to be dancing to a special melody, coming to the bedside in dark tones and murmuring in her sleep.

The silence at the door did not dare to pass by. He thought Xuan Wen had lost her mind and shouted for help.

Xuan Wen sat on the hospital bed regardless, the remaining light before night fell on her body, and her hands gently picked up the pillow.

Throwing away the pillowcase, the pillow core was covered with faces, and different faces overlapped together. They were engaged in different jobs and lived different lives, but death was so fair.

Like the "princess" in a supernatural story, Xuan Wen lay on the hospital bed with her legs raised.

With a pillow full of human faces on the back of her head, Xuan Wen closed her eyes with a smile on her face. She seemed to have dreamed of something very happy, and the expression on her face was very relaxed.

After all, she is not a real psychiatrist, she is a psychological criminal murderer!

Treating illnesses and saving people is just something she does casually. She is more interested in experiencing the patient's final death. There is happiness with warmth in ordinary days, like holding a cup of hot tea in winter, and the time before death is filled with a lifetime of memories, just like It is a glass of wine with endless aftertaste, no matter how you taste it, you will never get enough.

The sounds in the room became weaker, and the insomniac gradually woke up, but the smile on Xuan Wen's face became stronger and stronger. She heard everyone's last words, and every soul was telling its own story.

"Come on, come back, just like me! Come back to reality and embrace everything here!"

Eight hideous wounds appeared all over her body. These eight wounds that could not be healed seemed to represent fate.

Those weird lines penetrated Xuan Wen's body along the wound. Under her strong control, the wound was slowly sutured like surgical threads.

"The injury to the soul still needs the soul to heal..."

The tone of the voice in the pillow changed. Those human faces realized that something more terrifying had appeared in the outside world, and their voices began to weaken.

The large number of deceased souls retained in the pillows are just commemorating the world. They want to fulfill their unfinished wishes, but they don't want to be consumed by Xuan Wen for no reason.

Seeing that the pillow gradually returned to normal, Xuan Wen opened her eyes again: "Bullying the weak and fearing the strong may be the reason why no big ghosts were born among you."

The cursed object can only be used so that the ghost can retrieve what he wants.

Putting the pillow full of human faces back into the pillowcase with black lines, Xuan Wen picked it up with one hand: "According to the standards set by Gao Ming, this pillow is equivalent to half a big ghost, hiding a lot of things." The soul can barely be regarded as a high-level cursed object."

After Xuan Wen got the pillow, the voice in the insomniac's head slowly disappeared.

Drowsiness came over and the insomniac fell into a drowsy state, but Xuan Wen stood in front of him: "I cured your disease, now it's your turn to pay. My consultation fee is not cheap."

"How much do you want?" The insomniac's tone of voice is no different from that of ordinary people, but his alienated body can no longer recover.

"First, you need to introduce me to another patient with the same serious illness as yours, and let me treat him." Xuan Wen stretched out a finger.

"What kind of strange request is this?" The insomniac scratched his long head and said, "No problem, there are many patients in the hospital who are more seriously ill than me."

"Second, your condition is easy to relapse. Before you fully recover, please follow me and let me take care of you." Xuan Wen's request was irresistible, and the insomniac simply nodded in agreement.

In order to express his gratitude, he also took out two bottles of medicine from the pocket of the nurse's uniform and handed them to Xuan Wen: "These are the soul-moving medicines I got from other doctors. The pills are equivalent to the currency in the hospital and can be exchanged with the patients." .”

The insomniac had a good attitude. Su Mo hid at the door and rolled his eyes. The other person was a completely different person from before. Is Xuan Wen good at recuperating? Or good at coaching?

Taking a secret look at Xuan Wen, who was wearing a white coat, Su Mo even wanted to ask her to take a look at her too.

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When he found that Su Mo didn't follow him, Lao Sao slapped himself with blame: "I should have discovered it earlier! When the heart warning was issued, that thing was already here!"

The situation was too chaotic at that time. Lao Sao and Li Ding were among a group of escaping patients. After they ran away, they realized that Su Mo had not come.

The three of them carefully returned to the ward to check. There was only a large pool of blood left in the room, and Xuan Wen and Su Mo were nowhere to be seen.

"I really can't imagine how painful and horrible things will happen to them." Lao Sao clenched his fists with guilt in his eyes.