Strange game designer

The Weitan players didn't have any good impressions of the security personnel of the Investigation Bureau. Yuan Hui appeared in such an image, and those who were close to him immediately retreated.

This is not playing hide-and-seek in a haunted house. If you are not careful, you will really die. No one is willing to gamble with their own life on the kindness of the enemy.

Seeing Yuan Hui dragging the body, Shan Gaoming clenched his fists. There were many scars on the body, and there was a big hole in the chest.

"They even hurt the corpses. The Investigation Bureau is really not a good thing!"

"There are strangulation marks on his neck, his chest was cut open, and there is not a single good piece of flesh on his body that was beaten. This kid is wearing a school uniform, he is still just a student!"

"Bah! You are really not human!"

The whispers around him made the team leader frown. After all, he was also a member of the Investigation Bureau. Hearing others say that made him feel really uncomfortable.

Dragging the body, Yuan Hui stood directly at the connection between the corridors.

"This guy is really lawless." Ouyang Susu touched the shot put in the bag. She really wanted to throw it over.

"Yuan Hui is not that stupid. He is deliberately attracting everyone's attention, putting himself out in the open and letting his companions hide in the dark to find the target." The team leader looked away and warned: "Don't act rashly."

Maybe it was too quiet around him, so Yuan Hui wanted to muddy the waters. He glanced at the ghost talk players, but unfortunately no one dared to look at him.

"A bunch of cowards... Huh?" Yuan Hui opened his eyes wide and saw Liu Yi in the safe passage.

Kicking away the debris blocking the road, he dragged the body and walked towards the safe passage with a smile on his lips.

Liu Yi pushed slightly behind him, and a figure hid in the room.

"Old classmate, we meet again." Yuan Hui looked Liu Yi up and down with obvious aggression in his eyes: "There are too many people in Hende Private Academy, and we haven't had a good time to reminisce about the past."

Liu Yi had a cold face, showing no intention of speaking.

Yuan Hui was left on the spot, but he was not angry. He grabbed the hair of the corpse and pulled it up: "I know that you have become a ghost story player and are against the Investigation Bureau in the East District. This time I will give you a chance. …”

"Give you a chance to kill me!" Fan Yan took out a kitchen knife and walked directly in front of Yuan Hui: "Get out of the way! Don't force me to chop you!"

Ignoring the example, Yuan Hui's smile grew stronger. He slowly turned the corpse's head and revealed Gao Ming's face: "Is this face familiar to you? I know you have a good relationship with Gao Ming in private. , if you continue to persist in your stubbornness, this will be your fate.”

Seeing Gao Ming's body, Liu Yi had no expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The surrounding ghost talk players have also heard of the high lives of Class 13. The high lives in the rumors have various identities, such as kindergarten teachers, chefs, old people, doctors, etc. The only thing that remains unchanged is that the legendary high lives have a variety of identities. The survivors who uttered these words were all saved by Gao Ming, and it was Gao Ming who changed their fate of death.

A boss who often rescued Kaitan players in abnormal events, a legend in the dark, died just like that, and his body even became a trophy.

"Gao Ming was forced to death by me. Class 13 should be back on track. The only one you can trust now is me, the squad leader." Yuan Hui grabbed the hair of Gao Ming's corpse, but his eyes fell on Liu Yi's face. Above: "You are the smartest woman I have ever met. I'm looking forward to your answer, but don't keep me waiting too long."

"Yuan Hui?" The blood ring on his wrist flashed, and Zhuo Jun's voice came from the corner of the corridor on the other side.

His tall body was covered in paint, and one eye was sealed with red blood. He looked very embarrassed.

"Team Leader Zhuo, how did you get yourself into such a miserable situation?" Yuan Hui's status in the security team is not as good as Zhuo Jun's, and he is also very dissatisfied with him.

"I'm chasing Gao Ming. I don't know where that ghost learned some strange abilities. Even clay sculptures can't suppress it." Zhuo Jun reached out to Yuan Hui: "Is there anything to eat? I feel like I'm going to starve to death. "

"No need to chase him." Yuan Hui turned Gao Ming's body towards Zhuo Jun: "He is already dead."

After seeing the face of the corpse clearly, Zhuo Jun stopped and looked like he had seen a ghost: "Why is he here?"

"He has always been here." Yuan Hui felt that he had stabilized Zhuo Jun this time. He grabbed the body with one hand and looked around: "The so-called ghost talk players are ordinary citizens who were bewitched by high fate. I know your difficulties. Now that the culprit has been eliminated, if you actively cooperate with the investigation bureau, I will not only take you safely away from the abnormal incident, but also allow you to join the security department."

"Gao Ming was really killed?"

"The founder of the Backwater Forum died. He was the backbone of the Kaitan players!"

"His tone doesn't sound like he's joking."

"Nonsense! Who would dare to joke about this unless they are mentally retarded? That man wears a blood ring, and he is from the security department of the Investigation Bureau!"

Human nature is the least able to withstand the test. The surrounding ghost talk players became more active. The founder of the Backwater Forum was easily killed. Everyone has to think about their own options.

People whispered that Yuan Hui enjoyed this moment very much. He became the only focus in front of the girl who everyone had a crush on in those years, in front of Zhuo Jun, whom he was the most unconvinced of, and in front of all the ghost story players who hated him.

Like throwing a dead dog, Yuan Hui threw Gao Ming's body in front of Zhuo Jun: "Send the fragments of the photo inside you as well."

Zhuo Jun didn't want to show the fragments of the photo in public, so he was a little hesitant.

"You don't believe me? Do you think I can't kill him?" Yuan Hui laughed, his expression was sinister and terrifying. The surroundings were silent, and no one dared to speak.

Seeing Yuan Hui say this, Zhuo Jun slowly put his arm on the chest of the corpse. He clenched his teeth in pain. The fragment of the portrait seemed to sense something and desperately pushed out in his flesh and blood!

The blood vessels swelled, and it seemed that there was a fish swimming under his arm. Zhuo Jun was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He wanted Yuan Hui to help hold him down, but the moment he looked up, his eyes seemed to freeze, staring straight at the safe passage behind Yuan Hui.

The voice-controlled light went out, and someone walked out of the corridor in the dark. When the light came on again, the sights of the ghost story players began to move.

The dim light shone on the body, making people seem to have returned to an evening when hope was buried. Blood mixed with paint dripped, and the man was wearing a school uniform dyed red, with a gentle and bright smile on his face.

"Zhuojun, don't you want your eyes back?" Gao Ming's voice sounded in the corridor. He opened his five fingers and painted the eye that Zhuojun couldn't open on his palm.

This familiar voice made Zhuojun grit his teeth in hatred, but the next moment, the fragments of the portrait in his arm broke out of the wound and fell into Gao Ming's body on the ground.

The originally broken portrait slowly became complete in Gao Ming's body in this way.

The curse disappeared, and Zhuojun was stunned.

Yuan Hui in front of Zhuojun also realized the problem. He turned around suddenly. When he saw the painter Gao Ming under the voice-controlled light, the expression on his face became extremely wonderful.