Strange game designer

"Be gentle and don't make any noise. The activity room is above Grandma Li's house."

Fan did not hide anything and shared all the rule information he knew with others: "The clay sculpture of our mission target should be at Grandma Li's house. After destroying it, leave immediately."

Looking at everyone, Fan Fan pointed at Bai Shu and Brother Li: "I will guard the corridor leading to the higher level, you two enter Grandma Li's house."

"Isn't this not good?" Youyou grabbed her boyfriend's arm: "No one knows what's in Grandma Li's house. What if you encounter danger if you enter directly?"

"Clay sculptures are the source of all abnormalities. If we destroy the clay sculptures, they will definitely attract the neighborhood committee members who come upstairs. I will block them in the corridor and buy you time to leave." No one has ever had any objections when assigning tasks before the paradigm, because He always lets himself do the most dangerous things, which is why everyone believes in him.

"But it's also important to cut off the queen. Gao Ming is new, can he do it?" Youyou glanced at Gao Ming, who was standing at the back. This man didn't take the initiative at all and always shrank behind.

"It doesn't matter, leave it to me." Bai Shu patted Youyou's hand, and he and Brother Li walked in the front.

Open the rusty iron door of the corridor. The corridor in this old community is much cooler than the outside. Walking inside, you can still vaguely hear the sound of opera singers.

In the early hours of midnight, when the night is darkest, the activities of the neighborhood committee seem to have finally begun.

Black moss seemed to have grown on the steps, and the strange sound was like a cold wind blowing into the collars of several people and into their ear holes.

The further up you go, the shriller the sound becomes, like crying, very beautiful, and very painful.

"Ghost sound?" Sister Zhang stopped and listened, as if she was possessed by a demon.

"Do you know this voice?" Fan stopped.

"The first time I experienced an abnormal event, the employer who hired me would make ghost sounds. This was imitating the mournful tunes of the dead. It was like the sound of ghosts crying without any accompanying sound. It was sad, strange and ethereal..." Sister Zhang's face The expression on her face was extremely frightening: "My employer has always been supported by a certain big shot. She always wanted to be in power. Then an abnormal event broke out and all the little ghosts she raised underground came to life. She ran underground that night and also Never came out."

"So it's a mistress?" Youyou was a little surprised: "No wonder I didn't hear you say it in detail before."

"People are indeed very complicated. Her personal ethics are corrupt, but after she became a ghost, she let me go and didn't kill me, so I won't say anything bad about her." Sister Zhang whispered to the example: "Generally, this kind of behavior has Ghost music is used to attract and send away souls. I don’t know why someone in the neighborhood committee sings these songs and sings them better than my employer.”

"It's possible that the person singing the song is not a human being, but a ghost in the clay sculpture." Fan Ban motioned for everyone to cover their ears.

The door of the daily necessities supermarket on the first floor was locked, and the only light in the room came from an old computer. There were several of them in the black and white surveillance screen.

After quietly walking to the second floor and confirming Grandma Li's room, Fan Fan took out the lock-picking tools from the small bag he carried with him. Whether it was a combination lock or a mechanical lock, he seemed to be able to open it: "Don't get me wrong, you want to catch the criminal. , you need to understand their methods.”

Not daring to make too much noise, he opened the security door little by little. He held on to the door panel and used hand gestures throughout the process without saying a word.

Brother Li and Bai Shu walked into the house, one on the left and the other on the right. Ouyang Susu stood at the door to greet them.

The strong smell of medicine and rotten things wafted out from the house. Bai Shu turned on the light on his mobile phone. The moment the light appeared, he and Bai Shu froze in place in fear.

The living room, kitchen, bedroom, and Grandma Li’s house are filled with paper figures.

All the paper figures have photos of residents in the community pasted on their faces, and their names are written on their bodies. Grandma Li seems to have regarded them as sacrifices very early on.

"They're all fake, look for clay sculptures." Fan Fan was also very nervous. He stood alone near the third floor, feeling very stressed.

"I can't see it." Avoiding the standing paper man, Bai Shu entered the bedroom. There was a large amount of children's clothes accumulated in Grandma Li's room. They seemed to be recycled by her from the kindergarten on the third floor. Some of the clothes also had writing Has a name.

"What does she seem to be worshiping?"

All the clothes had traces of needle pricks and random cuts with scissors, like venting or cursing.

After rummaging through the cabinets, Bai Shu saw an ugly doll deep in the rancid-smelling closet. The doll was sewn with scraps of other children's clothes. There was also a black-and-white photo of Grandma Li's death attached to the doll's belly.

"This old guy is already dead? Is she relying on this method to continue her life?"

Bai Shu took the doll and walked out. Brother Li opened the door of another bedroom. This seemed to be the bedroom of the old man's grandson. There were many children's books and some toys. However, in the middle of the scattered toys, there was an unexpected stone platform that was vacated.

"Did the clay sculptures be placed here before?" The more Brother Li looked, the more likely it seemed. He saw the burning ashes of rice grains and paper money near the stone platform. Grandma Li seemed to have worshiped the clay sculptures in this room.

Slowly retreating, the two were about to leave the room when they suddenly noticed that the position of the paper man standing in the room seemed to have changed.

"The number has increased?"

Taking a deep breath, they hurried out.

The house leaked and it rained all night. Sister Zhang, who was standing outside, suddenly started humming along with the ghost sounds. Her eyes became confused and the ghost's fingerprints kept appearing on her body.

"Sister Zhang?"

Unconscious, Sister Zhang walked upstairs by herself. Ouyang Susu and Youyou couldn't stop her even though they couldn't stop her. Her strength inexplicably became stronger, as if she was hypnotized by something.

"The clay sculpture is not at Grandma Li's house. It may have been sent up there." After safely exiting the room, Brother Li and Bai Shu realized that their backs were soaked.

"The only way to escape is by destroying the clay sculptures. How about we go up and have a look?" Ouyang Susu hugged Sister Zhang tightly: "Sister Zhang has been possessed. Make a decision quickly!"

"Go up and take a look first." Fan Fan was a little helpless: "I'll go ahead, you guys keep an eye on Sister Zhang."

Stepping up the steps, the corridor on the third floor became narrow, and the middle of the floor was opened up, turning it into a kindergarten. There were desks inside, but there was not a single child in sight.

"Is this where the sound came from?"

Opening the window in the aisle, Fan bravely put his head in. He saw a woman standing on a simple stage for children to show their talents.

The woman was wearing a costume, with painted facial features on her face. The content she sang seemed to be a story about a good man who lost everything and was finally cast alive into a clay sculpture by evil people. Those evil people were afraid that the matter would be exposed and destroyed it. The good man's face is stained, and his facial features are wiped out.