Strange game designer

Xuan Wen's tone was obviously different from before, and it could be seen that she was very serious about this matter.

Whether it's reality or the shadow world, there are very few things that can influence Xuan Wen. Only the inexplicable special emotion towards Gao Ming often troubles her.

She thinks that kind of emotion is a shackles given to her by fate, not her true heart.

"Making money, looking for a future, and even doing things is much better than working on relationships." Xuan Wen said something to Su Mo and fell silent. As a freshman who had never been in love, he really didn't understand Xuan Wen. What is Wen so excited about? She just wants to ask who the owner of that voice is?

"The people from the Investigation Bureau are coming soon. Let's leave here first. After we accumulate some strength, we can meet them again." Xuan Wen walked out of the utility room immediately. She remained calm when faced with anything else. He was calm, but after answering that person's call, he became a little unnatural.

"This woman is so scary." Su Mo whispered, holding up women's shoes and following at the end of the team.

The evening light was gradually swallowed up by dark clouds, and the night was like a pair of big hands, covering everyone's eyes bit by bit.

Footsteps sounded throughout the floor as the patients made final preparations to spend the night, and Xuan Wen and the others were no exception.

The intensive care unit is the most dangerous floor, where highly alienated patients are concentrated, but most of them don't appear until dark.

Those who are willing to move around during the day are those who still retain their humanity and are not completely contaminated by the shadows.

If we look at the ratio, patients who are active during the day are still at least 60% human inside.

"The other patient I took you to see also has insomnia, but his condition is more serious than mine. I hope you won't be scared by him." The insomniac patient with his head hanging on the ground led Xuan Wen to the deepest part of the corridor.

At the end of each ward, there is a stack of white wooden doors, as if several wards are combined together.

Shadows spread around like hands with tentacles, and the doors are connected by thin strings filled with bells. If you stand in the gap and look inside, you can occasionally see a white eye.

"It's a bit like a house of resentment. Are we finally going to see the big ghost in the hospital?" Xuan Wen regained her composure.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were skewed and twisted. Xuan Wen gently raised her hand and pushed the door. The moment she pushed the door, all the thin wires began to tremble, the bells swayed, large pieces of white paint on the walls fell off, and there were all kinds of bugs in the gaps between the floor tiles. Crawling back and forth.

Darkness and shadows spread rapidly, and Xuan Wen seemed to have stepped into a nightmare.

When the door panel is opened, the door axis seems to stand in the middle of two worlds. The inside and outside are two completely different scenes.

"This patient seems to be very ill." Wearing a blood-stained white coat, Xuan Wen silently entered the room.

The name of the ward is hung on the inside of the door - Intensive Care Unit No. 1.

There was no first aid equipment or medical equipment as I remembered. There was only a huge white hospital bed in this twisted and crooked room.

The ward looked empty, but there were strange sounds coming from all around, including teeth grinding, cutting, hammer swinging, chewing, and the sounds of crows competing for food.

After all the people entered the house, the door behind them closed by itself, and then opened inexplicably.

Every time this is repeated, the sound in the room will increase, as if people are constantly entering.

He was the first to feel something was wrong with the silence. He gradually couldn't breathe. It seemed that there were people around him. His chest slowly collapsed and his heartbeat became labored.

"Hold on a little longer." Xuan Wen walked to the hospital bed, lifted the sheets, and looked down.

A young man was hiding under the bed. His eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for a long time. What's even more terrifying is that his eyelids seem to have been cut off by himself, and he can never close his eyes.

"She is a new doctor, specially here to treat you." The insomniac who mopped his head said cautiously.

"Mr. Yi, thank you for remembering me, but my situation is not the same as yours." The man without eyelids under the bed held his head in his hands and did not dare to contact anyone outside.

Mr. Yi seems to be the name of a patient with hindbrain alienation, and the two of them often discuss the condition.

"Believe me, she is different from other doctors in the hospital." After the insomniac assured him again and again, the man finally crawled out from under the bed.

After roughly scanning the man, Xuan Wen found that there was nothing alien about the man. The man's illness should be mental, spiritual and psychological.

"Did you cut off your eyelids yourself?" Before entering the ward, Xuan Wen saw many pairs of eyes with only whites in the crack of the door, but the man's eyes were blood red, as if they were about to explode.

"Yes." The man sat beside the bed, feeling uneasy as if there were dead people sitting around him.

"Are you insomniac too?"

"It's not that I can't sleep, I just don't dare to sleep." The man sighed and muttered: "As soon as I close my eyes, the ghosts will come out, and as soon as I open my eyes, they will disappear."

"Ghost? What does the ghost you see look like?" Xuan Wen walked up to the man and stared into his eyes.

"It's just... I can't explain it clearly, but there are all kinds of things. I can't see it when I open my eyes, but when I'm about to fall asleep, the scene in the room will appear in my mind, and the ghost will appear at this time. , some of them were squatting in the living room, some crawled to my bedside, and some were lying on the roof, hanging by ropes, holding human heads in their mouths, no! No! I can't say any more! They all heard it!"

The man suddenly shook his head like crazy, and his eyes seemed to be bleeding: "They are still there! They are around you, I know! I know they are there!"

"In order not to sleep, you cut off your eyelids?" Xuan Wen reached out and pressed the man's head: "How long has it been since you slept?"

"I haven't slept for a long time since I entered the hospital. I'm very scared. Am I going to die?"

"It's okay. You see us all in the room now. We'll help you stay by the bed. You can sleep peacefully for a while." Xuan Wen handed the man an eye mask: "Lie down, cover your eyes, and let me See what the world looks like after you fall asleep?"

The man wanted to refuse, but Xuan Wen pushed him down on the hospital bed, and he felt sleepy.

"Are you asleep? Does this ward appear in your mind?"

"It's here. I haven't fallen asleep yet. I can't sleep. The ghost will come!" Although the man put on a blindfold, he was still fighting against sleepiness.

"Do you have any of us in your mind?" Xuan Wen always paid attention to her surroundings.

"Yes, you are all here, be careful, be careful! Something is coming!" At the same time as the man yelled, the ward door was violently knocked open by a force: "Ghost! The ghost is coming! There are ghosts everywhere!"

As the man screamed, a pair of pale eyes appeared in the crack of the door. The horrific scenes the man imagined after closing his eyes seemed to slowly become reality.