Strange game designer

Sitting on the sofa in Room 1801 of Changcheng Community, Wang Jie's expression was gloomy and scary. His pupils were beating slightly, hiding the fear and nervousness deep in his eyes.

This room is fully equipped with luxury accessories. The world's top brands can only be regarded as the basics. Many ornaments are designed by masters and handmade and cannot be copied.

It is the lifelong dream of many people to live in such a house, but the owner of this house is holding his hands together, and his nails are digging out the blood on the back of his hands.

"Who discovered it?"

There was an opened gift box on the coffee table in front of Wang Jie. Inside the box was a sharp knife with a broken tip.

The blade is long and slender, and there are muddy dirt and black water plants remaining on the handle. When you get closer, you can still smell a fishy smell.

"He found my murder weapon, but why did he send it to me? What else does he know? He saw the process of my murder!"

Wang Jie's handsome face was slightly distorted as he grabbed his hair with his five fingers.

"I can't remember. I can't remember many things. How could this happen?"

Wang Jie let go of his hair, slowly reached out for the knife, and held it again.

The memory that was deepest in his heart and the one he was least willing to face emerged. That was his first murder. After careful planning, he killed an unnoticed homeless man.

The knife penetrated the opponent's body, but it was completely different from the practice. He was too nervous, the knife hit the bone, and even accidentally hurt himself.

This knife not only has the blood of the deceased, but also his blood, so it must not be discovered!

The clenched teeth gradually loosened, and Wang Jie stared at the knife in his hand, panting, as if he was recalling the feeling of that moment.

At that time, I felt that it was completely different from killing mice, cats and dogs.

"We need to find the person who gave the gift, and then... shut him up forever." Wang Jie hid the knife in his clothes and looked around.

This home was very luxuriously decorated, but in his mind it was not his own house. But the longer he stayed here, the more familiar everything around him felt, as if this was his home and he had lived here since he was a child. All his memories are based on this room.

"My name is Wang Jie, and I still have very clear memories of my first murder until my senior year in high school. So what exactly did I forget?"

The only clue in Wang Jie's hand is the gift box. The person who sent the gift box must know everything.

Checking the room, Wang Jie turned on the computer in the house and checked the living room surveillance.

The video shows that he opened the door a few minutes ago, lowered his head, walked into the house with the gift box in his arms, and placed the gift box on the coffee table.

"Did I bring it in from outside?" Wang Jie couldn't remember clearly, but the surveillance should not be deceptive: "It seems that I have to go to the guard and security room to find out who sent this gift box first."

The memories in my mind seem to be passing by with time, but no one knows what they have forgotten.

Hiding the gift box in the cabinet, Wang Jie opened the living room door, and the sensor light in the corridor outside the door lit up instantly.

"The lights are a bit dim, this corridor..." Wang Jie felt that the corridor was very quiet, so quiet that it made him very uncomfortable.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked out of the room and walked to the elevator.

With a soft ding, the numbers on the elevator display began to change. At this moment, the door of Wang Jie's neighbor's house was suddenly opened. A young man with white hair opened the door and said coldly: "I advise you not to go in. , and don’t bring things to this level.”

"Who are you?" Wang Jie had no impression of that young man at all.

"My name is Situ Cheng." Apart from his name, the young man did not reveal any other information about himself: "There are terrible things happening outside. If you don't want to die, it's best not to stand out."

"whats the matter?"

"Can't you see for yourself? The old city and the East District are dark. Only the power supply of Xiangshengyong Apartment and Changcheng Community has not been cut off. There must be a disaster that we don't know about in the city!" Situ Cheng's expression was gloomy. He seemed to be alive. Very unhappy, but there seems to be a reason to live: "You can look down from the window at the old city. There is chaos over there at Xiangshengyong Apartment. I heard someone screaming, and someone was being chased."

"Disaster...what is it that threatens us?"

"I don't know." Situ Cheng shook his head.

Away from the elevator, Wang Jie glanced at Situ Cheng up and down. After hesitating for a moment, he asked in a low voice, "Did you receive that red gift box today?"

Without refuting, Situ Cheng nodded: "Everyone who lives here seems to receive a special gift. This gift may be more important than ourselves."

While the two were talking, the numbers on the elevator display suddenly became brighter as if they were bleeding.

The number is like an eyeball, trying to remember the looks of Wang Jie and Situ Cheng.

"Isn't there something coming up?" Situ Cheng immediately closed the door and hid back home. After Wang Jie stayed there for a while, he did not choose to go home. Instead, he held the knife and walked towards the stairs.

He hid behind the security door, his eyes glued to the crack in the door, staring at the corridor.

Wang Jie's character has been shaped by his childhood living environment. He has a strong psychological quality and likes to use strong stimulation to satisfy his empty heart.

The number on the elevator display kept changing. When it turned to 18, all the lights on the floor where Wang Jie was located went out.

"Ding!"

The elevator door opened to both sides. What made Wang Jie frown was that instead of the normal white light inside the elevator, it was dark red.

For the first time, he wanted to use the word "sticky" to describe the light. The stench was surging, and something came out.

Snap, snap, snap...

A vague outline could be seen in the corridor. It looked like a human figure, but the feeling it gave Wang Jie was completely different from that of a human.

"I am a murderer myself, I am a hunter, there is an essential difference between that thing and a perverted murderer..."

The head slowly turned, and the thing stopped at the door of Wang Jie's house. Its face was pressed against the cat's eye of the security door, and the whole head seemed to be squeezing in.

The sound of the door panel deforming was particularly clear in the darkness. Wang Jie held his breath. It seemed that his home was not necessarily safe!

"What is that?! What happened in the community where I live?"

...

Fan Li looked down at his key, which had a number label on it - 4441.

"You two go to this room first." Fan Li stuffed the key into Dr. Li Chengcai.

"What about you?"

"I'll go find Gao Ming." Fan Li could feel a certain call from his flesh and blood. He drank the blood of the Flesh and Blood Fairy, and there was a special connection between him and Gao Ming.

Before entering Xiangshengyong Apartment, he looked for Gao Ming everywhere, but he had no clue. What he didn't expect was that after entering the apartment building, the call from the flesh and blood suddenly appeared, which could only mean one thing - Gao Ming entered Xiangshengyong Apartment in advance before the Investigation Bureau arrived.