Strange game designer

Under the dim light, several moths kept hitting the glass lampshade. They danced in the light and broke in the light until their bodies fell powerlessly and disappeared into the darkness.

A boot from the Investigation Bureau crushed the body of the moth, the light was distorted, and security guards wearing blood rings walked out of the darkness.

Dark clouds gathered, and the night sky seemed to collapse.

Depressed and silent, they moved forward silently.

"We're here." Zhuo Jun raised his hand, and everyone stopped. They stood on Yashou Street east of Xiangshengyong Apartment and looked at the other side of the street.

A black car with a new Shanghai license plate slowly stopped on the other side of the street. Wan Jie opened the door and got out.

Lighting a cigarette, he leaned against the car window and asked casually: "What time is it?"

"Four minutes and forty-four seconds left." The team leader glanced at the watch on his wrist: "What an auspicious time."

Unlike the East District Security Special Team represented by Zhuo Jun, Wan Jie and his men were all injured, as if they had been fighting for the past few days.

Nodding, Wanjie looked behind Zhuojun, his sight rested on Baixiao.

Baixiao at this moment was completely different from before, his body was hidden in the uniform, holding the strange long knife in his hand.

"Have you eaten the meat of malice? Those crazy people in the Shumi Research Institute really dare to try anything." Wanjie closed his eyes, as if waiting for the end.

The strange story players who received the task prompt and the members of various forces in Hanhai gathered here, but they tactfully avoided Wanjie and Zhuojun.

"The Investigation Bureau sent so few people this time, but why are they all wearing blood rings? Aren't the investigators' communicators all black?"

"Hush, don't provoke them, they are a group of monsters that are neither human nor ghost, and they are no longer living people."

The dark clouds kept pressing down, and the air was filled with water vapor, which was very stuffy and made people a little breathless.

The lights on the street dimmed at a very slow speed until the time agreed by the Investigation Bureau, when a car slowly drove to the door of Xiangshengyong Apartment.

The pale hand stretched out of the car, and Jingtuo Shen threw a bunch of keys on the ground.

"Xiangshengyong Apartment and Changcheng Community, as well as nearby streets - Yashou Road, Songfu Road, Wanhe, etc., are all within the scope of this abnormal event. I don't need to say more about the various rewards prepared by the Investigation Bureau for this large-scale screening. All participants can enter the Shumi Research Institute for selection as long as they can leave the abnormal event alive. If you bring out additional useful information, you will get more." Jingtuo Shen's driver came out of the car with an umbrella.

"The outbreak of this abnormal event is related to Lishan Hospital. After investigation, it can be determined that two big ghosts in Lishan Hospital ran out. Considering that there are newcomers among you, you are not required to hunt ghosts. This screening is only to select those citizens with potential, so the assessment is based on the length of survival time as the criterion."

"But you need to pay attention to two points. First, the ability of ghosts is related to memory, and they may tamper with your memory. After you enter, don't trust yourself too much; second, the ghosts are two clay sculptures. Destroying them can solve the abnormal event from the source."

The driver said it very simply, as if the danger of this abnormal event was far less than that of Lishan Hospital, just an ordinary test.

Some of the people gathered outside the apartment frowned in thought, while others were excited and had already started to consider which cursed item to choose.

"If you are sure you want to participate in this screening, please come and choose a door key. Each key corresponds to a rental house. After you enter the apartment building, the first thing you need to do is to find the room corresponding to the key and hide in it! Remember, this is very important!"

Picking up the bunch of keys, the driver looked at everyone's face: "Each key can be used by up to five people. You can come and get it now."

Ding Ding Dang Dang, the keys collided with each other and made a sound.

The onlookers began to move forward. Many of them had already divided into teams in advance. Several people entered the apartment door with a key.

It seemed that because of the large number of living people entering, the shadow began to spread, and the lights in the dilapidated apartment building were on.

Figures were swallowed up by the darkness. What was more strange was that none of the people who entered the apartment compound looked back, as if no matter where they ran, they would rush directly to the apartment building in the end.

The ghost story players who were still observing outside also began to act. There were fewer and fewer keys, and Wanjie also put out his cigarette butt and led the team forward.

"Five people in a group, collect the keys." Wanjie glanced at the God of Jingtuo in the car: "The people you want to catch don't seem to be here."

"Maybe they have already gone in." God of Jingtuo took off his white gloves and looked at the terrible wound on the back of his hand: "They and we have no way out, right?"

"He forced you into no way out. I heard that he can always be one step ahead of you and absorb all the seed citizens into ghost story players. Although he has few followers, each of them has great potential."

The driver was worried that Wanjie would anger God of Jingtuo, so he quickly stuffed a key into Wanjie.

After the security personnel who played the taboo game left in groups, Zhuo Jun and the others came over.

The God of Jingtuo in the car had thrown away his white gloves. He dug his fingertips into the wound, using pain to ease some emotions: "The portraits given to you by the General Administration have all been sewn into your arms. After entering the apartment, find a way to use the portraits to restore your memory, and then act according to the original plan."

The eyes of the God of Pure Land were sinister and terrifying: "If there is a chance, keep them all in the abnormal incident. I mean never let them out."

"Understood." Zhuo Jun and several other responsible persons nodded one after another. They did not form teams according to a fixed number of people. Many of them held the keys alone, one person per room.

"Let's go."

The newly formed East District Security Team entered Xiangshengyong Apartment. Bai Xiao followed at the end of the team. He held the knife in his right hand and raised the key with his left hand to take a look.

The copper key with black dirt was nothing special. There was a string of numbers on the key handle - 4343.

Stepping into the apartment compound, the malice in Bai Xiao's body suddenly surged uncontrollably to his brain. It screamed, but the sound seemed to be getting farther and farther away from Bai Xiao.

The vision became a little blurry. Bai Xiao remembered the house number 4343 and rushed to the apartment building with the key tightly in his hand.

Outside the apartment compound, citizens who participated in the screening came in an endless stream. Most of them just wanted to try their luck and see if they could get some benefits, but some people in the General Administration used their lives as chips.

Sitting in the car, Jing Tuoshen's eyes became more and more indifferent. He touched the white ring on his wrist and opened the internal video communication: "How is the situation in Changcheng Community? Have the people from Class 13 come?"

There are two gathering places for this screening, Xiangshengyong Apartment in the old city and Changcheng Community in the east district.

"I haven't seen it yet." The man in the video communication was wearing the clothes of the director of the investigation branch. He had a square face and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Wang Jie, Gao Ming's classmate.