Strange game designer

"I'm far from perfect." Ordinary Gaoming said with a wry smile. His father and mother were very ordinary and sometimes quarreled over trivial matters. His academic performance was average, and he couldn't lie flat and couldn't roll. It feels like I will stay this ordinary for the rest of my life.

Kind Gao Ming carried the body of Gao Ming who committed suicide and walked out of the room.

The feeling of carrying a living person is completely different from that of carrying a dead person. Those who often carry corpses know that the corpse is very heavy, but the kind-hearted Gao Ming did not find it too strenuous.

"Even if you are smart, your physical fitness is so good?" Ordinary Gao Ming followed behind with two schoolbags. He obviously had the same facial features as Kind Gao Ming, but he felt that the other person was much more handsome than him: "Maybe this is because the magnetic field is cleaner. I feel comfortable staying with him."

"Leave this floor before the voice-activated light goes out. Hurry!" Kind-hearted Gao Ming saw the opportunity and started running with the body on his back: "Follow me! I saw the way others left through the crack in the door before!"

The kind-hearted Gao Ming was really a good person. Instead of hiding his secrets, he ran and shouted in the corridor, telling Gao Ming in other rooms the escape method he had seen.

Whether you are willing to leave is one thing, whether you can leave is another. Being kind and generous does not ask for anything in return, and provides everyone with a new choice free of charge.

In thirty seconds, before the voice-activated lights went out again, they ran out of the corridor and entered the dilapidated corridor.

The smell wafting in the air changed. Ordinary Gaoming felt as if he had swam out of the deep sea, and the uncomfortable feeling that made him lessened a lot.

Looking up, the corridor had changed and the floor they were on had disappeared.

"The floors with room 0715 are all hidden floors in this apartment." Kind-hearted Gao Ming gasped, and he never let go of the body: "There should be a Gao Ming living in each room, and we should be together. Different choices, separated and imprisoned on that level by bad guys.”

"Why do I feel that you are not afraid at all?" The cold sweat on Ordinary Gaoming's back has not dried yet, and he does not dare to go near places without lights.

"Actually, I'm quite scared, but I think since the bad guy imprisoned us separately, it means he can't deal with us as wholes." Kind-hearted Gao Ming was very optimistic: "After you find a way to escape from the apartment, you leave first. I’m ready to come back again.”

"Are you crazy? Why are you coming back?" Ordinary Gaoming couldn't understand.

"I want to rescue Gao Ming in other rooms." Kind Gao Ming carried the body on his back and continued walking downstairs: "The elevator seems to be out of order. Let's take the stairs."

"There are traces of blood on the ground. The ghost should have come from here..." Shan Gao Ming slowed down. They were now walking on the painter Gao Ming's escape route. At this time, Wan Jie was running upstairs with a clay sculpture. Residents and outsiders who were previously disturbed by the clay sculptures in the building were hesitant to go out.

After walking down two floors, Ordinary Gaoming's heart beat faster and faster, which somewhat affected his breathing.

"No, let's go another way." He held on to the rusty guardrail and stopped in place as if he was afraid of heights.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Kind-hearted Gaoming hurried over to check. After the two were delayed for more than ten seconds, a suppressed roar suddenly came from the corner room downstairs.

"It hurts so much, I can't bear it anymore, **! I should have killed you all!" The door was scratched by nails, and a voice that sounded familiar to Gao Ming came from inside the room.

"Yuan Hui is crying? This is the voice of our monitor!" Kind Gao Ming and ordinary Gao Ming looked at each other.

"How about I go take a look?"

Just as Kind Gao Ming was about to stand up, Ordinary Gao Ming grabbed his hand: "I don't know why I feel so panicked! It's very dangerous here. If we continue to stay here, something bad will happen. We have to go back!"

"The exit is downstairs, how can you go up?" Kind-hearted Gaoming heard Yuan Hui's screams and couldn't bear it: "You take the body and find a room to hide in. I'll go take a look and be back soon."

Seeing that Kind Gao Ming had made up his mind, Ordinary Gao Ming didn't say anything. He dragged the body back and searched for a while before he found a room with an unlocked door.

"Yuan Hui? Is that you?" Kind Gaoming walked slowly in the corridor. Strangely, after hearing his voice, Yuan Hui seemed to have stopped screaming and wailing immediately.

"Squad leader? Are you trapped in the building too? Why is your voice a little hoarse?" Kind-hearted Gaoming also noticed something was wrong, and he stopped three meters away from the door.

Crunch…

The door panel was slowly pushed open, and a blood-covered arm was holding on to the door.

"You called me squad leader? You actually called me squad leader?" Yuan Hui's crazy voice reached the ears of kind-hearted Gaoming. He seemed to be enduring indescribable pain and walked out of the house with hatred.

There was a long gash on the bloody arm, and inside there were fragments of a deceased photo that were desperately digging into Yuan Hui's flesh. Half of his face was pitted, as if sulfuric acid had been poured on him, and the original ghost marks had disappeared.

Seeing Yuan Hui like this, Shan Gaoming was frightened and took a step back: "Squad leader, how did you become like this?"

"Why am I like this?" Yuan Hui stared at Gao Ming fiercely. His hand stretched out to the wound, scratching the flesh and blood, but he couldn't grasp the fragment of the photo: "I am like this...it's not because of you. !”

"I?"

"Stop pretending to be innocent and wear our high school uniform. Your fake concern makes me want to vomit!" The ghost pattern that Yuan Hui relied on the most was suppressed by the "god" in the apartment building. He doesn't look like a member of the Bureau of Investigation now. The security guard is more like a murderer driven crazy: "When I was in school, you were the one I hated the most."

"Calm down, are you possessed by a ghost?" The kind-hearted Gao Ming didn't understand how his classmate and good brother in the same dormitory became like this.

"Possessed by a ghost?" Yuan Hui, who had just lost his ghost tattoo, was once again stung by Gao Ming's words: "We are in the same dormitory, but you always isolate me. Wang Jie's family is rich and powerful, so I can't get off the stage; Xishan is chased by so many girls, and he looks down on me in his heart; what about you? You have nothing and look cold every day, what are you pretending to do!"

"I don't have any malice. If I make you feel uncomfortable, I can apologize." Kind Gaoming stepped back again: "We are all in the same dormitory, so there is no need to hurt anyone no matter what you say!"

"Don't you think that's the case?" Yuan Hui raised his bloody arm: "The people I love the most and the people who love me the most were killed because of you, because of you weird talk players!"

"Are you crazy? What are you talking about!" The kind-hearted Yuan Hui in his impression is completely different from the hysterical lunatic in front of him.