Strange game designer

Fan doesn't like to use his brain. Most of the time, he is forced to think by abnormal events.

Rubbing his head, Ban Ban opened his mouth slightly: "Gaoming...do you still remember me?"

The door panel was not fully opened. Gao Ming, who was wearing a high school uniform, stared at the example with vigilance. He didn't say anything, but his gaze was completely like looking at a stranger.

"I know you have forgotten a lot of things. Your current situation is a bit dangerous, and unknown horrors may come at any time." Fan Fan tried his best to make his words easier to understand, but Gao Ming looked at him as if he was insane.

"Can you let me in? I feel something dirty is approaching. It's too dangerous in the corridor." Fan Xian smiled bitterly. He expected that Gao Ming might encounter various dangers, but he didn't consider the current situation. Condition.

With strong fingers, Gao Ming was about to close the door, but Shi Fan suddenly became anxious. He was not afraid of the pain and directly grabbed the door frame with his hands.

"I really didn't lie to you. You forgot a lot of things! You saved my life, and I'm here to help you this time!" Fanfan was unwilling to give up this opportunity: "My name is Fanfan. If you think about it carefully, I was here to help you." I said that I am a trustworthy person and I have great potential that I don’t even know about.”

Gao Ming stared at Ban Yan's face and saw that the other person was holding on to the door. He finally couldn't help but speak: "Tell me what I have forgotten?"

"Abnormal events broke out, and the vast sea is now full of ghost stories. You created the Backwater Forum and led all the ghost talk players to fight against ghosts together!" Fan Yan himself said very excitedly, and Gao Ming's eyes gradually disappeared from doubts and doubts.

"I've confirmed that you are indeed crazy."

Shaking his hand and preparing to close the door, Fan Fan let the door panel squeeze his hand and refused to let go: "I can prove it, I can prove it!"

Xian's free hand dug directly into his arm, and blood marks appeared. The bright red blood exuded a strange meaty fragrance: "This is the blood you fed me. You should be able to feel the connection between us."

Gao Ming frowned and pursed his lips. His heartbeat sped up inexplicably, but it soon returned to normal. Everything here seemed to be trying to change him.

The worn-out voice-activated light in the corridor flashed, and the light began to dim. The moment it went out, something in the distant corridor quickly crawled towards this direction! It's like a puddle of rotten flesh with many limbs!

"Sorry, I'm offended!" Xian's expression became distorted, and a ghostly face appeared under his skin. He opened the door with all his strength and hid in the room before the dirty thing got close: "One minute, I stayed in the corridor for more than a minute. After a few minutes, it seems to attract dirty things.”

Leaning against the door panel, Ban Bian's facial features returned to normal. When he saw Gao Ming getting up from the ground, he didn't cry out in pain and immediately tightened his grip on the fruit knife on the table.

The cell phone screen had not turned off yet. Gao Ming had already called the police before the example came, but no one responded.

"I'm really here to help you." Xian Li leaned on the door, looked through the peephole, and after confirming that the dirty things were gone, he slowly raised his hands: "I don't know what happened to you, but if you really know me, That Gao Ming should be able to understand what I said. The house numbers of all the rooms in this corridor are all 0715. I found one of your bodies in the room opposite yours..."

Seeing Gao Ming's pupils shrinking, Fan Ban waved his hands repeatedly: "I didn't kill him, he committed suicide. I still have a diary he left here."

Fan Bian placed the incomplete diary on the ground, gently pushed it to Gao Ming, and then squatted on the ground obediently.

"Diary?" When he saw the cover of the diary, Gao Ming's eyes changed. He picked up the diary and read it page by page. His expression changed from initial confusion to surprise: "This writing and writing habits are the same as mine. , all the little details are exactly the same, just..."

"Just what?" Fan Fan stayed where he was, leaning pitifully against the door panel, not daring to go into the room to investigate.

"I also have the habit of writing a diary." Gao Ming struggled for a while, then he got up and entered the bedroom, rummaging through his schoolbag and finding a diary.

The two diaries looked exactly the same. Gao Ming spread them out in front of the example and flipped through the pages.

Every word in the first seven diaries is the same, but starting from the eighth entry, they embark on a completely different life.

"In the diary you brought, the eighth article says that I became a new target of bullying because I stopped them from bullying other people. They blocked me in the toilet and beat me violently. After I was beaten, I chose to sue the teacher." Gao Ming opened his clothes and revealed a scar on his arm: "But the diary I wrote said that that day they blocked me in the toilet and beat me violently. I knew I couldn't beat everyone, and then I stared at the leader. He was so desperate that we smashed the toilet glass, and then I grabbed the sharpest piece and pressed it against his neck. I was so nervous that I cut his neck."

The same diary, the same date, but the recorded content is completely different.

"I seem to have chosen another path in life." Gao Ming continued to flip through the diary: "The school bully's family has a little power, and those who participated in the bullying had nothing to do with it, but I was punished. After that, they continued If he found trouble with me, I would continue to be the school bully, and the beatings would get worse and worse until he dropped out of school.”

"You've already dropped out of school, why are you still wearing your school uniform?" Fan Yan was covered in cold sweat. This Gao Ming was different from the Gao Ming in the room just now. He didn't consider the consequences at all and had to hold on to his back even if he died.

"The school bully is usually picked up and dropped off by his family, but I can't find a chance. Tomorrow our class will go out of town to participate in an event, and I plan to go with him." Gao Ming said nonchalantly, "I can't be expelled for nothing."

"Going out of town to participate in an event tomorrow?" Fan Li picked up the diary and looked at the date: "Today is July 14th?"

"Yeah."

"Why did you all stop at this day? The night before you took the bus with the whole class?" Fan Li found some problems: "Are all the people in the other rooms you, the ones who made different life choices?"

Some Gao Mings have committed suicide, and some Gao Mings have been expelled for intentional injury...

Thinking of this, Fan Li's eyes suddenly flashed with light. He vaguely remembered that the room at the deepest part of the corridor had all kinds of talismans on the door panel, which might be to prevent ghosts and dirty things from approaching.

"What choice did Gao Ming make? Why are there talismans all over his door? Did he see a ghost?"

Different choices will lead to different lives. Fan Li doesn't know why Gao Ming has become like this, but he is getting closer and closer to the truth.