Strange game designer

The East District security personnel under the command of Jingtuo Shen, the security team led by Wanjie who returned from Xinhu, countless ghost story players, Gao Yun's student union and the decomposed Gao Ming, the "thugs" and "thorns" of the entire Hanhai gathered in two communities, and even the "God" was in a state of panic.

You know, these security personnel and ghost story players are all elites among elites. They have experienced countless life and death tests and have retained a lot of trump cards. Even if they have lost some of their memories and the abilities given by ghosts, it is difficult to deal with them.

The two clay sculptures originally worked together to deal with Gao Ming, and he had no chance to resist, but now this big net has been torn open.

More and more people in Xiangshengyong Apartment were alarmed by the painter Gao Ming, but most of them hid in the house and secretly observed through the cat's eye and the cracks in the door.

As time passed, the memory of the residents in the building began to be affected. This terrifying feeling of gradually forgetting themselves forced them to start thinking of ways to save themselves.

The painter Gao Ming's physical strength was not as good as Zhuo Jun. After running for a few more minutes, he really couldn't hold on.

"If Zhuo Jun catches up with me, not only will I die, but the clay sculpture will also be in danger..." The paintbrush in his hand was like a carving knife. The painter Gao Ming dipped the paint mixed with his own blood and fiercely dotted the clay sculpture's eyes.

At that moment, all the patterns painted on the clay sculpture seemed to come alive, and they drilled into the clay sculpture like crazy.

On the surface of the clay sculpture's skin, fine blood vessels like spider webs also appeared, and the painter Gao Ming's curse with all his strength penetrated into the heart of the clay sculpture.

"My painting is my life and my will. Gao Ming and I are integrated together, and you will also be integrated with me! Hahahaha!" The painter Gao Ming laughed crazily. He seemed to have made a decision. When he entered the corner of the next corridor, he threw the clay sculpture with patterns painted on it at Zhuo Jun's face!

Zhuo Jun, who was running wildly, subconsciously caught the clay sculpture. He paused for a moment and immediately felt something was wrong. The back of his neck was cold, as if someone was holding it with the tip of a knife.

Turning his head, his grandmother's eyes moved to him.

There is no preference for Gao Ming. When an outsider touches the clay sculpture, grandma's murderous intent is so strong that it becomes real.

Zhuo Jun knows that the clay sculpture is important, but now it is a hot potato.

The special portrait in his arm is eating Zhuo Jun's flesh and blood. Compared with the clay sculpture, Gao Ming, who is regarded as the primary target by the Investigation Bureau, is more important!

In a few breaths, Zhuo Jun slowed down his pace, swung his arm, and threw the clay sculpture away from himself and Gao Ming.

"The old lady's target is the clay sculpture. I can't keep it. Use it to attract the other party's attention first. After killing Gao Ming, gather people to deal with this old man!"

The clay sculpture flew past grandma like a cannonball. She was so anxious that her eyes bled, fearing that the clay sculpture would be damaged.

Wan Jie, who was following at the end, had his pupils contracted at this time. He didn't expect the opportunity to come so suddenly.

The clay sculpture fell to the ground and rolled in his direction.

No longer hiding, Wanjie rushed out of the shadows, picked up the clay sculpture, and shouted to the blood ring: "Everyone gather at my location!"

These investigators who came back from Xinhu have many ways to hide. The internal communication of abnormal events was blocked, but they also have another special communication method that even the General Administration is not aware of.

Reaching into his pocket with his free hand, Wanjie smeared his blood on a little man made of hair.

Seeing that the little man did not react, Wanjie took out a long nail and nailed it directly through the little man's head!

At the same time, a scream came from room 1209 of Xiangshengyong Apartment Group, and a woman in a security uniform fell to the ground. Her messy head was tied with small braids, and a thumb-sized rag doll was wrapped at the end of each braid.

"Cursed marriage? What's wrong with you?" The leader of the second security team is a woman with a very good figure. She is very tall, but her whole body is wrapped in black cloth, and not an inch of skin is exposed.

"Deputy team leader, you're bleeding from the back of your head!" The other three girls from the second security team helped Zhu Yin up. When they entered the apartment, they came to the same room in groups of five.

"The boss is in trouble!" Zhu Yin got up and grabbed the doll wrapped around her braid: "He asked me to notify the other team members immediately and get closer to where he is!"

"It's only been less than an hour since the abnormal event, and Wanjie is in trouble?" The leader of the second team supported Zhu Yin's shoulders: "Are you sure you're right?"

"It's the highest level of instruction! The boss's eyes should have seen the real danger. We're in big trouble!" Zhu Yin smeared her blood on the dolls one by one. When all the dolls showed a smile and opened their eyes, she began to talk to them.

"No, my ghost pattern cannot be used. I can only rely on my own spiritual physique to force everyone to notify them." After cutting her nails, Zhu Yin stuffed the blood from her fingertips into the doll's mouth, and her mouth gradually became the same as the doll's mouth shape.

The security guards scattered in the apartment building should have all received the notification, but Zhu Yin's face was extremely ugly. She consumed a lot of her strength and vitality, but only received three responses.

"It's really a big problem." Zhu Yin's face was as pale as paper: "According to the calculation of five people in a group, now there are only fifteen people who can be contacted except us."

In the eyes of the security guards who came back from Xinhu, Wan Jie's words are rules that must be followed. If you want to survive, don't violate Wan Jie's orders. Those security guards who didn't reply may never be able to reply.

"Is this apartment so dangerous?" A member of Group 2 shuddered.

"The abilities of the ghosts in the building are related to memory. The reason you think it's nothing is probably because of my ability." The leader of Group 2 grabbed the black cloth on her arm. She had a great figure and outstanding temperament. The body wrapped in black cloth attracted endless reverie. At this time, she tore the black cloth on her arm, and even her team members looked there curiously.

Instead of the smooth and fair skin they imagined, they only saw horrible scars and wrinkles.

"I can offset all negative effects at the cost of my life. But I age very quickly here. The whole building is shrouded in some kind of rules. If I don't pay attention, my memory will be stolen and I will lose myself."

The leader of Group 2 wrapped her arm again, and she went into the kitchen to take out an opened red gift box: "The gift is a secret deep in our memory. I hope everyone can keep it secret for each other."

Turning on the lighter, the leader of Group 2 burned the gift box to ashes, and the minute hand of the clock on the wall also completed a full circle at this moment.

The clocks in all the rooms made strange noises. When the residents of the building looked at the clocks, they found their own figures slowly emerging on the dials.