Strange game designer

The smelly batter and rotten fruit were mixed together, and the cake in Afang's hand was unappetizing, but he regarded it as his treasure, carried it carefully, and walked to the coffee table.

After lifting the plastic film, the smell of formalin and detergent flooded into his nose. Afang placed the lit candle next to the cake.

"This is my first birthday, and it's also the first time someone has prepared a cake for me." Afang clasped his hands together, imitating the way other people celebrate their birthdays on TV, his expression serious to the point of piety: "Mom, I know you have always Stay with me, can you sit next to me?"

Fingernails scratched the glass, the old electric fan above my head was whirring, and bugs in the gaps in the floor tiles were scurrying around. Room 1601 seemed to be squeezed by some force.

The owner of the haunted house heard A Fang's wish, but she didn't want A Fang to see her.

The flame on the candle flickered, and the pale yellow flame gradually turned red. As wisps of black smoke emerged, the flame completely turned into blood red.

Mottled light and shadow swayed on the wall, blood seeped out of the mirror, and two scarred hands emerged in the darkness.

Black hair covered her face, and a woman wearing bright red clothes stood in front of the door.

She subconsciously blocked the door, as if she was worried that her child would leave and lose important "things" again.

However, it can also be seen from the various anomalies in the room that the woman is very entangled in her heart at this time. She is unwilling to separate from A Fang, and she is worried about hurting A Fang.

"Yes, you are my mother! My mother always wears red clothes! She likes red clothes the most!" Afang didn't see the woman's face and trotted closer to her.

There was a sharp contrast between his small body and the abnormal woman. One was innocent and cute, while the other was crazy and terrifying. They were two extremes.

The red corner of the clothes was grabbed. The woman looked at the little boy's red hands stained with blood, and suddenly retreated, her body disappearing into the darkness: "I'm not your mother, I'm a ghost."

"Okay, Ghost Mom." Afang didn't let go. He still grabbed her clothes: "Thank you for the cake."

"I'm not your mother..." The black hair stuck to her face, and the woman's head almost touched the ceiling. She gently pushed A Fang away and disappeared into the shadows.

"Where are you hiding again?" Afang looked like he had already seen clearly. He swung the little dinosaur's tail and ran to the coffee table.

He puffed up his face and blew out the candles. After the haunted house fell completely into darkness, he put his hands on his heart and whispered a wish: "I hope everyone can always stay with me. I hope everyone can be happy and as happy as me."

After making his wish, Afang ran to the bathroom to wash his hands. The faucet, which was dripping with drops of blood, started to flow with clean tap water when Afang stretched out his hand.

After wiping his hands, he said thank you, and ran back to the living room to eat the cake, but the strange thing was that the cake seemed to have legs of its own, but he wouldn't be allowed to eat it.

"You, put down the cake made by my mother! I'm going to be angry!" Wearing dinosaur pajamas, A Fang chased the smelly batter "cake" around the house. A terrifying ghost shadow was reflected on the TV screen, but that ghost Ying did not hurt A Fang, but held up the cake to prevent A Fang from eating it.

Different from the "warm" scene inside the haunted house, the atmosphere outside the Jiamei Apartment was extremely solemn. Chen Yuntian and Bai Xiao were standing on the left side of the corridor with people from the Lishan Investigation Bureau, and the leader of the fourth security team and some investigators were standing on the right. On the other hand, there seemed to be a conflict between the two sides.

"Hand over the knife, it's something you can't control." The leader of the fourth group is very old, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face, but his physical fitness is no worse than that of Bai Xiao, and he exudes a very strong feeling. Weird breath.

"I can judge whether I can control it. You have too much control." For Bai Xiao, the knife given by Gao Ming is his only weapon that can cause harm to ghosts. When disaster comes, how can such a thing be used? Can you just hand it over to someone else?

"Even if the Investigation Bureau wants something, it will exchange it for contribution points. If you just grab it openly, wouldn't it be too ugly?" Chen Yuntian knew that the security personnel were not easy to mess with, but he still stood firmly on the side of his subordinates: "Investigators risk their lives to get in and out of unusual events, and no one has the authority to snatch their loot."

"Trophy?" The leader of the fourth group smiled coldly. His face was very similar to a paper man, especially when he smiled, the wrinkles were squeezed together like a crumpled old newspaper: "The knife in his hand It was made by those ghosts in the shadow world. I don’t know how many living people were sacrificed. I also smelled a familiar smell from it, which was exactly the same as the smell from the clay sculptures in Lishan Hospital! What’s the relationship between ghosts?”

"You have to make up a better reason if you want to rob, right?" Bai Xiao drew his knife directly and stared at the four team leaders. He joined the investigation bureau to protect more people, but as he learned more and more, he He found that the Bureau of Investigation was completely different from what he had imagined.

"Don't make any noise first." Jing Tuo Shen's driver stood in the middle to dissuade him. When the fourth security team came over, he was quite happy. Who knew that after the fourth team leader discovered Bai Xiao's knife, he changed his expression.

In fact, the leaders of the fourth group were right. They escaped from Lishan Hospital with a narrow escape and hated everything related to that hospital.

He wanted to take away Bai Xiao's knife. On the one hand, revenge was on the other hand. On the other hand, the leaders of the fourth group were also a little scared. After they escaped from the hospital, the clay sculptures also left with them. He was worried that these were related to Lishan Hospital. Objects may attract clay sculptures to them.

Thinking of the statue buried deep at the bottom of the Black Lake, the leader of the fourth team felt his scalp numb, and his tone became more determined: "Investigators and security personnel have different responsibilities, so I asked you to hand over the knife. For your own good.”

"Do you believe what you say?" Bai Xiao clenched the handle of the knife, his eyes full of disgust.

"Forget it, when you die, that knife will still fall into my hands." The leader of the fourth group did not choose to take action directly, but in his heart he already treated Bai Xiao as a corpse.

Swinging his arms, several paper dolls crawled out of his sleeves and ran around.

After taking a deep look at Bai Xiao, the four team leaders led several of their team members up the stairs.

The night wind blew the branches in the yard, and the yellow leaves fell to the ground. The paper doll took off the spiritual tablet hanging on the door handle, giggling.

The focus of the fourth security team was mainly on the apartment. After all, when abnormal events broke out, the most dangerous thing must be the ghosts in the building. They did not realize that there was a pair of eyes watching the apartment building in the distance.

Gao Ming, who had changed his clothes, was standing in the corner. Unlike the security personnel, he was holding a large bag of toys in his hand.

"Don't take action, let me do it." Xia Yang's voice rang in Gao Ming's ears, with a hint of hatred hidden in his plain tone.