Strange game designer

"Sure enough, there are others, but why can't I find their information?" Situ An's eyes were burning with ambition, and he was like a hungry wolf.

"Are you going to kill them in advance? It's useless. The shadow world will not choose just one person. You can't kill them all." Lu Zang knew Situ An very well: "There are only dead gods in the shadow world. Every parent They are all their alternative bodies. When the shadow world successfully merges with reality and is no longer distinguishable from each other, they will be reborn in each parent's body."

"Then I will also be swallowed up and disappear?" Situ An had never heard Lu Zang say this before.

"So it is very important to choose which dead god to help. It can't be too strong, nor too weak, nor too evil, nor too weak." The scars on Lu Zang's face were like dragon scales. After he finished saying this , there was a fierce fighting sound from the back room, as if someone hit the door panel.

"It seems that your new colleague doesn't like this job very much." Situ An did not continue the topic and walked towards the door with the book: "I'm going to see the new family member. What's his name?" ?”

"Chen Meng, he should have killed more than one person. His parents and his brain deceived him for some reason."

After Situ An left, Lu Zang opened the door of the back room, and statues of ghosts and gods rolled out of the house one by one. There was a black mist roaring ferociously inside those clay statues. When you look at them, your spirit will be extremely painful, as if you were struck by invisible electricity. Saw cutting.

"Get out of the way!" Gao Ming roughly pushed Lu Zang away. A piece of clay sculpture flew into his left eye, and there was a small scar on his face.

"Don't be nervous, we really don't mean any harm." Lu Zang patiently observed Gao Ming, watching him standing in the twisted and terrifying abnormal world.

The human skin pages fell to the ground, the human face made of moss exhaled slowly, things kept crawling through the gaps between the tiles on the wall, and the ground bulged slightly, like beating blood vessels.

"People" walked by from time to time outside the house. Some had their heads replaced with various tools, some were like puppets, and some patients' bodies merged with shadows. They were all Situ An's family members.

In this extremely unusual hospital, Gao Ming's face showed nothing unusual, as if in his eyes, everything was the same as before.

"Are your eyes injured?" Lu Zang was very concerned.

"Don't come here! You are not psychological counselors at all! There is no medicine in the ward!" Gao Ming covered his eyes and looked back.

Doctor Lu walked out of the back room holding a damaged clay sculpture: "He didn't take the medicine, and he also destroyed the flesh-and-blood fairy's clay sculpture."

"Flesh Immortal? He and Situ An chose the same god?" Lu Zang did not pursue Gao Ming's question, and his expression became more kind: "Don't tell Situ An about this."

"Why? Situ An has worshiped the Flesh Immortal for twenty years." Dr. Lu was a little confused.

Without explaining to Dr. Lu, Lu Zang walked towards Gaoming. Every time he moved, the black fog in the ward would make a shrill and horrifying cry, and tombstones made of rotten flesh would also stand out on the walls of the room. .

"This world is completely different from what you see. You, your father and mother, and everyone you come into contact with are all living in a dream. The reality you live in does not actually exist." Lu Zangmo Then human-faced bugs crawled out from the depths of the wall, and the ghosts in the computer transformed into various human shapes.

But in Gao Ming's sight, the ward seemed to be no different from before. He couldn't see those terrifying things. Even if the hand stretched out from the human skin book gently grabbed his neck, he was completely indifferent to it. Know.

"Whether reality exists and in what state it exists is related to my personal feelings. What the world is like depends on what the world is like in my heart." Gao Ming works as a psychological counselor in Henshan Prison. Maybe I was brainwashed by a few words.

The computer made a squeaking sound, the ghost laughed at Gao Ming, blood oozed from his eyes, the headphones on the table sprouted bloated ears, and the patients passing by in the corridor seemed to have discovered something interesting, with a twisted face like Lanni's face was pressed against the door.

They were all looking at Gao Ming, but Gao Ming knew nothing about it.

"Everything in this world is arranged. It is a dream that cannot be easily woken up. I have never seen anything that helps you arrange all the scripts. It should be said that no one who is still dreaming has seen it. We don't know Is he a human being or something else? Let's call this unknown thing fate for the time being." Lu Zang simply chatted with Gao Ming just like he had chatted with Situ An: "You are living in a dream. , but you almost woke up just now, and there was a problem with the choice that fate gave you. I don’t know when this problem started to arise, maybe yesterday, maybe ten years ago.”

"What are you talking about? You are not a patient in this hospital who snatched the doctor's clothes, are you?" Gao Ming felt more and more wrong. He felt the coolness around him and shuddered. In fact, he did not see the door. The mud-like face outside was separated from him through the thin glass, and its mouth opened towards the back of his head.

"I am indeed not a doctor. I came to this city just to find people like you and Situ An. You have the loopholes of fate. If you want to kill fate, you can only start with you." Lu Zang seemed like a madman. , saying something that no one could understand: "Everyone who becomes a loophole in fate will live an extremely miserable life. You will soon understand that you will encounter all kinds of unimaginable pain until you are completely wiped out by fate. The only way you can change it is by working with me.”

"Cooperation?" Gao Ming never considered this issue at all. He just wanted to agree on the surface and leave quickly.

Lu Zang also saw Gao Ming's thoughts. He did not urge the other party: "How about this, let's make a bet?"

"I never bet."

"It's very simple. You don't need to do anything. You just need to wait quietly." The smile on Lu Zang's face slowly disappeared, and the half of his face occupied by scars was covered with dragon patterns: "Fate has arranged your life for you. Including your name, but that’s not your real name.”

"I've been called this name for more than 20 years. Do you want me to change it?"

"Changing your name is much easier than changing your destiny. What I want to bet with you is that one day your name will become Gaoming." Lu Zang's eyes were like ghosts: "When you wake up one day, you find that you No matter it is the past, present, or future; whether it is your family, your friends, or yourself, they will call you good luck."

"Is this possible?" Gao Ming felt that Lu Zang's tone was very scary: "I am not called this name. Even if I change my name later, how can the life I have experienced change at the same time?"

"Your current name was arranged by fate. Gao Ming will be your name after you wake up from the dream. By then, you should believe what I say. You are all living in a dream. Reality is not reality. Wait until you kill fate. After that, everyone will wake up and see the real reality." After Lu Zang finished saying this, he glanced in a certain direction: "Someone will send this video to you, I hope you can still Remember our bet."

Xuan Wen, who was outside the screen, immediately froze the scene. Cold sweat broke out on her back. Lu Zang seemed to be looking at her just now.

Her fingers turned white, and Xuan Wen's heart stirred up a storm. One thing can be seen through the conversation between Gao Ming and Lu Zang.

Gao Ming was not called by this name before, but as Lu Zang said, now everyone, including Gao Ming himself, calls him Gao Ming, as if this is the name he has used since childhood.