Strange game designer

"I know I'm not in good health, but it's definitely not a mental illness." The middle-aged woman shook her head and waved her hands plainly.

"Do you remember the phone ringing just now? Situ An didn't come back. I went out and searched the apartment building. It was just your auditory hallucination." Xuan Wen's tone gradually became serious.

"Audio hallucination?" The middle-aged woman was not too sure.

"It's a simple question. Your son loves you so much. There is no reason for him to deliberately hide at the door and not see you."

"Yes, Situ An never fails to answer my calls." The middle-aged woman said with some pain: "But..."

"These are the records and some photos I found at Uncle Zhang's house. Most of them are related to you. Your condition is getting worse. If it continues, you may never see your children again." Xuan Wen took out a lot of Black and white photos. Everything captured in this home is in black and white. The neighbors, plants, apartments, and even the sunlight are pale and eerie.

Opening the diary, there are records related to the middle-aged woman under each date, and the lines of text are shocking.

"Fake? Are they all fake?" The middle-aged woman's spirit was shaken, and Xuan Wen continued to "go deeper" along the "crack" and began to show more things.

While the middle-aged woman was flipping through the forged diary, Xuan Wen put her hand into her pocket and quietly dialed Situ An's mobile phone number.

Familiar bells rang in the corridor, memories danced with a certain melody, and various words flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged woman. She raised her head in confusion and wakefulness.

"It's my son who's back! I heard his cell phone ringing!" The middle-aged woman closed her diary and wanted to walk out, but Xuan Wen hugged her from behind.

"Auntie, please wake up! You didn't call Situ An at all. How could his cell phone ring?"

Slowing down, the middle-aged woman stood in the living room, holding a diary and black-and-white photos: "I didn't make a phone call, why is there a ringtone? Is it really my auditory hallucination? Can't you hear it? The ringtone is outside !”

"Calm down!" Xuan Wen took off the ring on her hand and ran her hair through it, letting the woman focus on the shaking ring.

The ringtone slowly faded away and finally disappeared.

"The auditory hallucinations appeared suddenly. What did you think of when you were reading the diary just now?" Xuan Wen helped the woman sit on the sofa and poured her a glass of water.

"I'm... worried about Situ An."

"The neighbors and children around you are all fake. You live in a fake home. Are you still worried about Situ An at this time?" Xuan Wen was a little surprised.

"I always feel that he has encountered something very troublesome. He has not been home for a long time." Once these emotions take root and sprout in the heart, they will become extremely difficult to get rid of, and they will extend their tentacles to Every corner can influence a person involuntarily.

When the mind is in this state for a long time and receives irritating information, psychological trauma will form, and this is only the first step in making people go crazy.

Outside the house, Gao Ming leaned against the wall and stood in the shadows.

Every step Xuan Wen takes is planned. She falsely calls the entire home a huge ward and turns all neighbors into part of the treatment. This is destroying the sense of security provided by the external environment and making middle-aged women live in a stressful environment. among.

Coupled with the proposal that seems to be good for the other party, the psychological suggestion is strengthened step by step.

The phone ringing that always appears is a source of mental sensitivity. There is actually only one thing Xuan Wen needs to do, and that is to make the middle-aged woman really think that she is sick.

When the normal world becomes abnormal, the abnormal world can assimilate the only normal thing.

"I can understand your worry, but you are so worried about him, why don't you go out to find him?" Xuan Wen watched the woman drink the water in the glass.

"Situ An told me not to leave this home no matter what."

"Is he afraid that you will go find him? Or is he worried about what you will find after you leave?" Xuan Wen sat next to the middle-aged woman: "Maybe he is suffering from something very terrible now. He is afraid that you will worry, so he deliberately does not tell you. , but he doesn’t know that the more he does this, the more painful you will be.”

The middle-aged woman is holding the handle of the water glass. She looks very old.

"Whether it's a white lie or not, we can at least be sure that Situ An is deceiving you. In order to treat you, he may be doing some terrible things that he doesn't dare to let you know."

Xuan Wen's voice reached her ears, and the middle-aged woman did not refute. It was not so much Xuan Wen who told her, but rather Xuan Wen who expressed her inner worries.

In the past, a middle-aged woman would have two voices arguing in her heart. One voice wanted her to leave home and find Situ An; the other voice warned her not to leave. But under Xuan Wen's instigation, the middle-aged woman's inner balance was broken and gradually tilted to one side.

Opening up the diary, Xuan Wen grasped the loopholes in the woman's heart, interpreted the words one by one, and amplified the uneasiness in her heart.

The woman's mood swings became more and more intense. The sunlight in the room was a little distorted. The toys in the old box were trembling. The mirror next to the wardrobe became gloomy. Even the glass of water in the woman's hand was shaking gently. She was reflected on the water. It became blurry, as if she didn't really exist.

With trembling shoulders, the middle-aged woman could not accept the "truth", but seemed to have to accept it. When her inner conflict reached its peak, Situ An's cell phone rang outside her door again.

"Situ An, Situ An!"

The middle-aged woman threw Xuan Wen away and ran towards the door. She seemed determined to see clearly.

He ran to the door barefoot without any shoes on.

The bell rang just around the corner of her sight. Situ An's mother was chasing after her. The balance in her heart had tilted. She ignored Situ An's warning and ran out of the house and out of the corridor!

She entered the patio compound and ran through the pale sunlight and twisted branches.

The ringtone in her memory was right in front of her, but she couldn't catch it.

When she ran to the entrance of the courtyard, she saw a person standing in the shadows.

"Situ An! Is that you? Are you home?"

The ringtone of the mobile phone disappeared, and the middle-aged woman didn't pay attention to her injured foot. She walked into the shadows.

"Auntie, someone ran to the other side of the road just now." Gao Ming pointed to the other side of the road: "Just a few seconds ago."

Standing in the shadow where the pale sunlight cannot shine, behind Situ An's mother is the courtyard that represents her home. Four tall buildings guard the four sides, making her look so small.

Panting heavily, the middle-aged woman looked towards the other side of the road and walked over almost subconsciously.

When she walked out of the shadow of the apartment building, some kind of restraint seemed to be broken. She saw the outline of the hospital on the other side of the road, and it seemed that a lot of very terrible things were happening inside.

Ruoyouruowu's screams sounded, and the whole world seemed to be dyed with a thin layer of blood.

"Is this where Situ An works?"