Strange game designer

"Impossible! Gao Ming should be dead! This corpse is attracting Gao Ming's photos. This corpse is Gao Ming's!" Yuan Hui blurted out in a loud voice. It wasn't that he couldn't control his emotions, but the scene in front of him. Too unbelievable.

God Jingtuo and the General Bureau of Investigation made it clear that only Gao Ming's corpse can attract the deceased's photo. What link went wrong?

"What's it called?" The painter Gao Ming didn't know what Yuan Hui did. He just felt that Yuan Hui was standing in the middle, blocking him from talking to Zhuo Jun.

This arrogant and completely contemptuous attitude was seen by everyone around him.

"Gao Ming is not dead? Is the body a fake?"

"I'm just saying that the backwater forum is in deep water, and none of those guys from Class 13 are easy to deal with."

"How did someone like this get into the security department of the Investigation Bureau? It seems like there are connections everywhere."

The buzz became louder obviously. After Gao Ming appeared, the Kaitan players seemed to have found their backbone and were no longer afraid of the Investigation Bureau.

"Gao Ming is dead, you are not Gao Ming! Tell me! Who are you!" Yuan Hui couldn't accept this fact. He recalled what he had just said, and his face turned red. How much I enjoyed it before, I feel so uncomfortable now.

The painter Gao Ming is different from other Gao Ming. His inner self is indeed not Gao Ming, but Xia Yang, but only he knows this secret.

Hearing Yuan Hui's sure question, the painter Gao Ming narrowed his eyes, and there was murderous intent in the depths of his pupils, but the smile on his face became gentler: "I'm not Gao Ming, are you?"

Moving forward, the painter's ability to achieve high life was also suppressed by the clay sculpture. He could not draw Yuan Hui's complete appearance, but only part of his body.

Just when the painter Gao Ming was thinking about which organ of Yuan Hui to paint, a certain ghost story player in the crowd took off his hat and mask. He took out a white student union armband from his school bag. After wearing it, he held a A lamp walked to the center of the corridor hall.

Everyone hid in the corner after the first bird was shot. The action of this strange player instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The voice-activated light went out at this moment, and the light in the hand of the ghost story player became the only source of light.

"Time is limited, we won't wait for others." The strange story player slowly raised his lowered head, and his face made the people around him take a breath. There were a lot of stitching marks on his face, which were made from many The faces are put together.

Eyes with completely different colors of pupils scanned the crowd, and his crooked lips trembled and opened: "I am Gao Yun, but this body does not belong to me. It is just a piece of bait used to fish for the 'past'."

The sound coming out of the weirdo's mouth was exactly the same as the sound on the radio in the building, but his appearance was too scary for people to dare to look directly at him.

"The core of this abnormal incident are two clay sculptures. One is called the past, with abilities related to memory; the other is called the future, with abilities related to time. The two cooperated with each other to create the current situation."

"Everyone is trapped inside the building, and their memories and abilities are constantly being deprived of them, until in the end even themselves are forgotten."

Gao Yun's words made people despair, but there were also people who did not believe in evil. Fan Fan raised his hand and asked: "If God is omnipotent, they will not be killed. There should be a way to deal with them, right?"

"Memory and time have betrayed us and are on the side of the gods. However, if those two clay statues want to continuously use their abilities, they will also consume a lot of faith. The first thing we have to do is to curse the gods. , don’t pray for God’s forgiveness because of fear and fear.” As soon as Gao Yun’s voice fell, the painter Gao Ming laughed.

"If you don't know what 'god' looks like, I can help you." Stained with paint and blood on the ground, the painter Gao Ming painted the clay sculpture on the corridor wall.

"All disasters are caused by it. Use your most vicious thoughts and abilities to curse it."

There is no need for Gao Yun and Gao Ming to say anything more. The surrounding ghost story players and investigators have already begun to exert their strength. They are full of resentment and worry that they have no place to vent. The verbal curses are only the most basic. Everyone is trying to bring down others. He has unique insights and uses his skills to contaminate the belief in clay sculpture.

The clay sculptures on the walls are gradually turning black, and the paint is rotting and smelling. The evil and hatred in everyone's hearts seems to have really affected the "god".

Gao Yun glanced sideways at the painter Gao Ming a few more times, and after confirming some things, he continued to speak.

"Cutting off faith is the first step, and then we have to kill the incarnation of 'god'." A piece of skin on Gao Yun's face broke apart. He didn't care. He just reached out and covered his face: "There are two monsters in the building. , one is called the past and the other is called the future.”

"What happened in the past cannot be changed. People eaten by it will never come back, but it can't excrete the people it eats." Gao Yun covered the sutures on his face that were about to crack: "Kill the past The method is very simple, I need you to lead it over and let it eat my body. "

Let it eat you?

Such an outrageous request left everyone else present at a loss, and Gao Yun seemed to have been prepared in advance.

"This body is stitched with all the bad past that I have seen, and the resentment and despair have turned into soul poison." Gao Yun did not continue to explain: "As for the future, I haven't found a way to kill it yet. But I hope you remember, what is the future? As long as you don’t believe in it, the future will never come.”

"The past is a reality, and the future is an illusion. If none of you are afraid of the future or have fearful emotions, the future will not be able to lead you to death."

The abnormal incident in Xiangshengyong Apartment cannot be ended by one person's power, because everyone in the building may be exploited by the "Clay Sculpture", and at least half of the residents must be united to escape.

"Killing the two incarnations of 'god', the past and the future, is equivalent to blinding the 'god's' eyes. We need to find the real exit before the new past and future appear." Gao Yun has told the plan Most of the Kaitan players are willing to cooperate, but there are also voices of opposition.

"After talking for a long time, you still don't know where the real exit is?" Zhuo Jun took out a strange-shaped knife from his clothes: "This is the first time for everyone to enter this abnormal event. I am very curious how you know This information? Why should we believe you? What if you are a trap set by 'God'?"

"Before the general screening of the General Administration began, Gao Ming, the founder of the Backwater Forum, found me. He and the student union members had already entered here last night." Gao Yun looked at Zhuo Jun silently: "I will not force you to obey me. Anyway, even if you leave alive, I will kill you in reality. After all, you worked hard to trick me back into the death bus."