Strange game designer

"One person at each stop is enough. Have you ever thought that if there is only one person left to reach the end, your decision will cause everyone to sacrifice in vain." Painter Gao Ming did not expect that kind-hearted Gao Ming would force him to leave the bus. Aren't we all Gao Ming now?

"If this situation really happens, I am willing to bear all the consequences. You can put all the blame on me, curse me, and make me the most miserable Gao Ming." Kind-hearted Gao Ming smiled. The so-called kindness is not simply kindness in the heart, nor is it asking others to be kind in an unrealistic way, but being willing to bear all the consequences of kindness. Being responsible for kindness is the greatest kindness.

No one on the bus spoke for Painter Gao Ming. Kind-hearted Gao Ming has been in control of the situation, and now he is ready to sacrifice himself. His only request is to take Painter Gao Ming away.

Several Gao Mings who discovered the problem of Painter Gao Ming before also expressed their opinions one after another. If Painter Gao Ming is unwilling to get off the bus, they don't mind "helping" Painter Gao Ming to leave.

"I didn't expect that you could still protect yourself after returning to the past and being decomposed into this ghostly appearance." The painter Gao Ming knew that he could not avoid it, so he walked to the side of the kind Gao Ming: "You are really not simple."

The car door opened, and the kind Gao Ming grabbed the painter Gao Ming and walked off the car together. They passed the platform and entered the hospital in the dark.

No sound was sent back, and no one knew what was in the hospital. Shanliang and the painter just disappeared.

"Lishan Hospital should also be a key node in our past memories. What did I encounter there? Why did I lose Shanliang there?" Ordinary Gao Ming put his fingers on the window. The rain blurred the car window, and he couldn't see himself clearly when he left.

After the timid Gao Ming left, the car started to drive forward.

After the affectionate Gao Ming committed suicide, the passengers in the car no longer had a relaxed expression.

Now when Shanliang Gao Ming also got off the car, the car became silent, silent about everything, and no one spoke.

"The past...where is the end of the past? Does the past really have an end?"

Ordinary Gao Ming lowered his head. He didn't expect things to turn out like this. He didn't know what to do next.

The bus stopped and started, still passing those platforms. Behind each platform there was a vague building and an unforgettable past.

I once hated indifference, I once felt happy, I once cried bitterly, I once saw beautiful scenery...

I once had a family that loved me very much, I once worked hard, I once felt lucky, I once experienced anxiety...

There were fewer and fewer passengers on the bus, and more and more empty seats.

One by one, the high lives were left in the past, but now the passengers who stayed on the bus were more painful.

The heavy rain blurred the road ahead, and the door opened again in the thunder and lightning. The platform outside looked a little gloomy.

A person with an obviously abnormal body squatted on the ground with his back to the bus, and a corpse whose gender could not be distinguished lay in front of him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the abnormal person slowly turned his head, and a face completely covered with blood was reflected in the eyes of all passengers.

It was much taller than a normal person, with slender limbs, sunken eye sockets, and a worn raincoat. It looked a bit like Qi Yan, the rainy night killer that Gao Ming had met a long time ago.

Abandoning the corpse in front of him, the rainy night killer grabbed a bloody sharp knife and rushed towards the bus!

The driver had no intention of closing the door. Seeing that the killer was about to rush up, a Gao Ming who had never spoken walked over while sitting in the corner.

He lowered his head, and his hair, which was longer than other Gao Mings, covered his eyes. When Qi Yan stepped onto the bus with his front legs, he suddenly bumped into Qi Yan, pinched Qi Yan's neck with both hands, and laughed a creepy laugh.

There were scars left by self-abuse on his pale skin, his teeth were crooked, and his arms looked extremely uncoordinated due to long-term injections of certain drugs.

This Gao Ming seemed to care about nothing. He did not communicate with anyone on the bus, waiting silently until a certain memory touched him.

The blade pierced his body, but the crazy Gao Ming seemed to feel no pain. He bit Qi Yan's neck like a beast.

The heavy rain washed away the blood, and the two figures bit each other in the most primitive and brutal way.

The door slowly closed, and the ordinary Gao Ming watched them through the window. This stop was called I once collapsed and fell into madness.

There were only a few passengers on the bus, but the vehicle still did not stop. The past destination seemed to be impossible to reach forever.

The electronic clock running backwards was about to return to zero, and the road ahead was still completely shrouded in darkness.

"Is it my turn at the next stop?"

A few minutes later, the bus suddenly began to slow down. Someone on the platform not far away was waving. There were two prison guards standing under the platform awning, and several prisoners squatted side by side. Their hands and feet were tied with chains. Some were wearing intensive care unit clothes, and some were stripped naked.

Not far from them, there was also an escort car that had an accident, with the words "Hate Mountain Prison" printed on it.

"No! We can't stop!" Gao Ming, who was sitting at the front of the bus, just glanced out the window and began to bang on the door of the cab desperately, but the bus was still slowing down.

"Those two prison guards were wearing prisoners' shoes. They were prisoners in disguise!"

No matter what Gao Ming said, the bus still stopped. In order to prevent those people from getting on the bus, Gao Ming stood at the front door and ran down the moment the door opened, blocking the door with his body.

The schoolbag fell to the ground, and the various psychology books in the bag were wet by the rain.

"Close the door! Close the door quickly!"

In just a few seconds, before the prisoners could react, the bus started again.

Ordinary Gaoming saw that Gaoming was locked by the prisoners and knelt on the platform. The name of that station was - I wanted to cure my illness.

Becoming a psychological counselor was Gaoming's ideal, but after really walking on this road, he even lost his dream.

The sound of rain was clear and heard. Ordinary Gaoming looked at Gaoming who was left on the platform. He was very scared and a little at a loss.

He was not smart enough to see through other people's conspiracies; he was not brave enough to resist; he would not be kind enough to sacrifice himself, nor was he cruel enough to do anything.

One station after another passed, and there was little time left.

"What should I do..."

"Hey!"

A hand touched his shoulder, and Ordinary Gaoming raised his head. He saw an arm full of blessing words and a face full of spells.

"There are only two of us living passengers on the bus." The flesh-blooded Gaoming seemed to have finally confirmed something. He gently patted the ordinary Gaoming on the shoulder: "I didn't expect that the last one left would be you. I didn't expect that the most ordinary you would become the you of today."

"I don't know what you are talking about?" The ordinary Gaoming looked at the flesh-blooded Gaoming blankly.

"This process must be very painful, right? Thank you for your hard work." The flesh-blooded Gaoming smiled: "I'm at the station. You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

The ordinary Gaoming stood up from his seat. He saw that the bus that was originally full of Gaoming was now empty.

The door opened, and the flesh-blooded Gaoming got off the bus with his schoolbag. A middle-aged doctor with a dragon pattern on his face was waiting for him on the platform.

The ordinary Gaoming had no memory of the doctor at all, but as long as he saw the other's face, a name would emerge in his heart-Lu Zang.

"You will reach the end." The flesh-blooded Gaoming waved on the platform with a smile on his face until the bus started again.

Sitting in the deserted bus, Gao Ming looked out the window.

We are always saying goodbye to ourselves, and when we look back, we can no longer see the past.