Strange game designer

Gao Ming looked at the video on his phone, his eyes shining. Zhang Ding had been trapped in the flood nightmare for a long time and could not find a way to become a dream ghost. Gao Yun's video provided him with a path.

"The key to becoming a dream ghost is not yourself, but the ordinary people in this city. We need to use their will to break free from the shackles of fate..." Zhang Ding also saw the video on his phone: "He is right. , I was able to make the floods reappear entirely because of the trust of my neighbors, who were willing to turn their painful memories into power and let me control them. As more and more water ghosts regained their sanity with my help, I The power is getting stronger and stronger.”

"Collective... rules..." Gao Ming remembered that Lu Zang said that the vast sea is a dream, and all citizens are living in a dream. Only by waking everyone up from this collective dream can they have a chance to kill Fate.

"Hanhai is different from other cities. Because of the existence of fate, we cannot break the boundaries with our own obsession like Hongyi, so we can only rely on changing the fate of more people, relying on collective will to fight fate, and complete the act of stealing the sky. "Zhang Ding was very satisfied with what he said. He felt that he had demonstrated the literary qualities a supermarket owner should have.

Rolling her eyes, the goddess sighed softly: "You are looking for death yourself, and you want to drag others with you? Isn't it good to live in peace and harmony according to the weather? Even if this city is a dream, what if the world after waking up from the dream is not as good as What about in dreams?”

"Reality, no matter how bad it is, is much better to me than this dream." The blind man curled up in the body of the big dog, and long black hair grew again on the surface of its skin.

"When a catastrophe comes, the beautiful and ordinary life can no longer go back. In this world where abnormalities are everywhere, who can guarantee that we can live in peace?" Xuan Wen turned the tea cup: "We have no other choice. If If we don’t take action, I’m afraid all those ordinary citizens will become sacrifices in the shadow world.”

"It is necessary to let ordinary people adapt to abnormal events in advance." Wei Dayou raised his hand: "It is better to let ordinary citizens experience controllable abnormal events than to lose themselves in the shadow world, right?"

Bai Qiao, who was sitting next to Wei Dayou, also expressed his opinion: "The Investigation Bureau has been blocking information about abnormal events in the past, and everyone has seen the results. We are not asking ordinary people to die, but to give them a chance to see A chance to find out the truth and give him a chance to choose.”

"Yes, the vast majority of people in this world actually do not have the right to choose and can only be coerced by the so-called general trend. And we are like angels, putting the power of choice in front of every citizen." Xia Yang turned around in the painting. He burned the last paper doll in the wound, with murderous intent on his face: "What you can control in your own hands is called life. Otherwise, it is no different from an animal."

Teacher Xia's words silenced the goddess. Several other people in the room also felt like they were being scolded. Only Zhang Ding's son was running around the living room carefree.

"There is no need to argue." In the future that Gao Ming has seen, more than half of the people in the vast sea will disappear in abnormal events. It is not difficult to change the future, as long as most of the people can survive the abnormal events. Just live: "The cruelty of the future is beyond our imagination, and the disaster has just begun. We don't need to deliberately guide ordinary people into abnormal events. We only need to collect their will and emotions from abnormal events. If we encounter will and emotions They are all special people, and you can bring them in.”

Gao Ming pushed open the bloody door and led everyone into the Butcher's House. He stared at the number of family members displayed on the map of the vast sea: "We are far behind Gao Yun now, and we must move faster."

He zoomed in on the old city, down to every building, and divided tasks for everyone present.

"Save those who deserve to be saved, and kill those who deserve to be killed. I will write a new script for you. I hope that the next dream ghost will appear among you."

Gao Ming compiled a list. Every name that appeared on it represented blood and killing. Psychopathy was not enough to describe those madmen. They killed more people than ghosts in the catastrophe.

What's even more irritating is that Gao Ming combined with the future he saw, these selfish and crazy murderers have adapted well to the shadow world, and most of them will live "interestingly" in the future.

"As for these people on the list, don't let any of them go. They will all be imprisoned in my torture chamber."

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"Xiaoguo, is your home here?" Liu Jiaru is the head teacher of Class 3 of Dazhai Primary School. Recently, she found that a student in her class always had bruises on her body for no reason. She asked the child, but the child didn't want to explain. Because she was worried about domestic violence against her students, she decided to make a home visit.

"Well..." Xiaoguo lowered her head and kicked the pebbles on the ground carelessly. She walked very slowly. She seemed to really not want to go home.

"Are your father and mother at home today?" Liu Jiaru always felt that something terrible had happened to this child: "If they have done anything excessive to you, you must tell the teacher!"

"My parents didn't do anything...just..." Xiaoguo's braids were hanging on her schoolbag, and the bruises on the back of her neck were obvious, as if she had been severely beaten by a hand.

"What is that? Don't be afraid, the teacher will help you."

"They always like to look in the mirror recently... If I don't let them look in the mirror, they will quarrel with me..." Xiaoguo walked through the bumpy road and stopped at the entrance of the Dazhai Electric Power Supply Family Courtyard.

This is an old community built before Dazhai Electric Power was renovated. The house is older than Liu Jiaru’s father.

"Why is there no one in the community?"

The community seemed to have not been inhabited for a long time. I felt a little uncomfortable when I first entered. Teacher Liu didn't know how to describe it. It seemed that the place had lost a bit of popularity.

"My home is right here..." Entering the corridor of Building 5, Xiaoguo lowered his head and led Teacher Liu to the third floor.

The windows in the corridor were sealed with bricks. It was dark here even though it was not dark.

Looking for the key from his pocket, Xiaoguo opened the living room door tremblingly.

The sound of the door shaft turning was a bit harsh, and rust fell on the clothes. Xiaoguo looked at the living room without turning on the lights, and shouted into the house: "I'm back."

"The food is on the table, go and heat it up yourself." Mom's voice came from the bedroom. There was dissatisfaction in her words. She seemed to be doing something, but was interrupted by Xiaoguo.

With his head lowered, Xiao Guo came to the dining table and picked up the leftover takeaways eaten by the adults. There was a stinky smell in the plastic basin, and there were some used tissues thrown next to it.

"Can this thing be eaten?" Teacher Liu grabbed Xiaoguo's wrist. She entered the living room and shouted towards the bedroom: "Hello, Xiaoguo's mother, I am Xiaoguo's class teacher. There are some things we need to talk about. !”

Unexpected sounds appeared in the house, and the sound of moving things came from the bedroom. After more than ten seconds, the bedroom door was opened, and a middle-aged woman appeared at the door with her back to Teacher Liu.