Strange game designer

The leader of one group vomited a large mouthful of blood, most of his hair was white, the wrinkles on his face had deepened a lot, and the ghost lines on his skin were so light that they were almost invisible.

"What did you encounter behind the door?" Liu Yi wanted to know the answer.

"The things that appear behind the door seem to vary from person to person. When I first entered, I saw the corridors collapsed and turned into offices." A group leader tried hard to explain: "Those corridors were hung with parts drawings and The honor of a model worker, these scenes should be generated based on Lao Sun’s memory and represent his past, while the office that appears later belongs to my past.”

"Did you find an exit inside?" The surrounding ghost talk players were more concerned about this.

"I didn't even have time to look for it. In every office, someone was calling my name. They needed me to do various things. Those things were all the most disgusting and annoying to me in the past." A group leader wiped The blood stain on the corner of his mouth: "I was fed up with the depressing and painful life in the past, so I played taboo games! That's why I became the disgusting person I am now!"

The past may not always be despair, but the past behind this door in the building seems to be all pain.

"You are more trustworthy and reliable than most investigators." Kind-hearted Gao Ming supported a group leader. He had not yet clearly distinguished the difference between security personnel and investigators: "I have never found you annoying."

After being tortured by the past, a group leader suddenly heard these words from the kind-hearted Gao Ming, and a trace of warmth flowed in his heart, but the positions of both sides were destined to be hostile.

"At the end of all the offices, something very important is calling me. But if I want to go there and get it, I have to go into every office along the way." A group leader pointed to the wrinkles on his face: "In those offices Filled with memories of our past, when I pick up those memories of despair, I will also throw away part of my current body. Because I have special means, I can borrow my future life, but it just keeps overdrawing. I still can’t reach the end of my life, so I’m lucky to have escaped.”

"Then what would have happened if he didn't come out?" The young ghost talk player just now ran over: "Didn't you see my uncle in there?"

"If you can't bear the past, you will stay in that room forever and become a part of the past." A group leader leaned against the wall and reached out to grab his white hair: "The danger behind this door has nothing to do with strength. , you need to find some people who don’t have a painful past to try.”

"Then I'll do it!" The young ghost story player ran directly to the door, but was caught by Kindness Gao Ming.

"Your uncle was trapped behind the door, and you just experienced pain." Kind Gaoming stopped the young man, and then he looked at the door himself.

If you don't escape as soon as possible, another monster may come, and many people will die by then.

Kind Gaoming wants to save people, but there is a trace of pain hidden deep in his eyes. Only he knows that his kind character is not a gift from God, but that he wants to become a kind person after experiencing some things.

"How about... I'll do it." Gaoming Gaoming nervously held the water bottle in his hand: "My past was ordinary. Nothing too painful happened, and nothing too joyful happened."

Ordinary Gao Ming has always been hiding behind, and he never thought that he would take the initiative to stand up. Perhaps it was because the appearance of kind-hearted Gao Ming allowed him to see another way of living, which touched him.

"Are you sure?" Kind-hearted Gao Ming turned around, his tone full of surprise. He had always regarded ordinary Gao Ming as someone who needed to be taken care of: "But we don't have any gifts!"

"I can lend you a gift." The Kaitan player who was stopped by the kind-hearted Gao Ming took out a tattered bankbook from his pocket: "This is the gift I got in the building. Inside is the gift my uncle gives me every year. My tuition."

"Thank you." Gaoming Gaoming accepted the passbook and stopped next to the door. The people who entered before were either missing or seriously injured. This should be regarded as the most dangerous thing he had ever done in his memory.

Following behind, Kind Gaoming was also worried about Ordinary Gaoming. He could see Ordinary Gaoming's timidity, but because of this, he felt that Ordinary Gaoming might not be so ordinary after all.

There is no inherent fearlessness in this world, only the courage to stand up.

"I'm going." After sending the passbook to the door, Gaoming Gaoming grabbed the door handle and pulled the door hard. The dense divine patterns on the door panel seemed to sense something, like poisonous snakes swarming toward his arm.

His consciousness became blurry, and Gao Ming saw a pair of hands reaching out from the door and grabbing him.

When ordinary Gao Ming was pulled into the door of the "past", the kind-hearted Gao Ming hidden under the uniform of the Investigation Bureau was also affected. His consciousness and soul seemed to be pulled out of his body, and he fell softly to the ground. .

"Plop!" "Plop!"

The flesh-and-blood Gao Ming who followed the example and the bad Gao Ming who was hiding in the room in the distance also fell. Although they all represented Gao Ming who made different life choices, they still seemed to share the same soul.

In the elevator on the ninth floor, painter Gao Ming was setting up a trap. He painted the elevator car into a ghost nest, but before he could put down the last stroke, his head hit the operating panel and he fell unconscious.

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The cold wind blew into his ears, and Gaoming Gaoming opened his eyes. He entered the door in the past, but he didn't see any rooms or corridors. He found himself sitting on a bus.

The electronic clock on the bus was running backwards. It was pitch black outside the window, with a blurry building flashing by occasionally.

He turned his head to look at the other seats in the bus, his eyes slowly widened, and he saw familiar faces.

"You..."

Hearing the noise, the other passengers in the bus seemed to wake up from their dreams. They stood up from their seats and looked at each other in surprise.

In addition to the driver, there were 51 seats in the bus, and a Gao Ming sat in each seat.

"Why did I get in?" The kind-hearted Gao Ming sat in the first row. At this time, he was wearing a school uniform and his schoolbag was full of snacks, as if he was going on a picnic.

"Hello, is there any kind person who can help me change my seat? I really can't stand it!" A very timid Gao Ming sat in the last row of the bus. He stood in the aisle in panic and pointed to the seat next to him.

On the last seat of the whole bus was a hanged Gao Ming's body, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, and a strange black and white portrait was pressed on his heart.

"The corpse Gao Ming also came in? Is it because of the fragments of the portrait sent into its mind by the security personnel?" The kindhearted Gao Ming stood up and clapped his hands: "Don't panic, everyone. It seems that we entered the door of the 'past' at the same time because we are a whole. This car heading to the past may just help us recall some things."