Strange game designer

"The bus stop outside Xiangshengyong Apartment..."

No need to say more, every Gao Ming's eyes are looking there.

The grandmother in the elevator car on the fourth floor is about to escape, and the monster called "Future" may appear at any time. The painters Gao Ming and He Jing outside the door are estimated to not last long. If they are squeezed dry by the statue, the clay sculpture will fall outside the apartment building.

"Going out means death, and the god of the past is too insidious. Maybe there is still a chance if you stay." Fan Li tried to persuade, but he underestimated Gao Ming's determination.

"Maybe we can try." The blood and flesh Gao Ming walked to the door, his expression was extremely solemn.

The other Gao Mings knew what the blood and flesh Gao Ming wanted to say. In fact, they had experienced such a thing in the "past door", but the past door was an illusory world generated according to the memory of the Gao Ming, and the present door was reality. If you die outside the present door, you may really die.

"Don't be impulsive!" Fan Li grabbed the arm of the blood and flesh Gao Ming. He wanted other Gao Mings to persuade the blood and flesh Gao Ming, but found that all the Gao Mings were looking outside the apartment building.

There was an emotion in their eyes that Fanli could not understand. Although they represented different lives, they made the same decision at this moment, as if no matter how many times they started over, they would not waver.

"The soul of the painter Gao Ming is about to be crushed by the past god. I will go to take the statue. When I can't hold on anymore, I will replace it with another one." The bloody Gao Ming's expression was extremely serious.

"You all think clearly before going out. Once you step out of this door, there is no turning back." The kind Gao Ming glanced at everyone: "Next, we have only two endings. Bear the backlash of the statue and send at least one person to the platform; or all die on the way to the platform."

The roar of the grandmother came from the elevator shaft on the first floor. As the painter Gao Ming was squeezed dry by the clay sculpture, the grandmother seemed to have broken free from the shackles and crawled quickly in the elevator shaft.

"No matter who it is, you must get to the platform! Go!"

The bloody Gao Ming led the way, followed by the bad Gao Ming. They rushed into the darkness without much hesitation.

What happened next shocked all the ghost story players and security personnel present. One by one, the high-level people ran into the darkness, and they seemed to be defying death and fear!

Some high-level people were attacked by the hidden ghosts and their bodies were torn into pieces the moment they left the door, but more high-level people touched the statue.

"Let me do it!"

The divine pattern spread on all the high-level people, but the person holding the statue was the most seriously injured, and it could almost be regarded as a direct confrontation with the "God of the Past".

When the blood-flesh high-level person raised the clay sculpture, all the prayers on his body bleed, as if he was suffering from the pain of slow slicing. The body of the blood-flesh fairy was suppressed, and the blood-flesh high-level person could hear the rage and roar of the blood-flesh fairy!

The clay sculpture in his hand became heavier and heavier, and all the strength in his body was sucked away. After the blood-flesh high-level person took five steps, his whole face became bloody.

When he took the sixth step, the blood-flesh high-level person fell to the ground. The hungry ghosts around him wanted to eat him immediately. Fortunately, the doctor Gao Ming lifted the clay sculpture of the "God of the Past" again.

As the distance between the clay sculpture and the apartment building grew, the blood on the clay sculpture became more intense, and the expression on the clay sculpture became extremely terrifying.

After only two steps, Doctor Gao Ming felt that his heart was about to explode. His will became blurred, and he could not fight against the gods at all.

If he left the clay sculpture behind, he would be eaten by the ghosts around him. Only by relying on the protection of the clay sculpture could he prevent those ghosts from approaching, but the problem was that the clay sculpture itself was constantly devouring their souls and memories.

Doctor Gao Ming fell to the ground, and all kinds of medical books in his schoolbag were scattered all over the ground. He was covered with divine patterns, and only his left hand was holding up the clay sculpture.

Pulling open the buttons of his collar, the bad Gao Ming grabbed the clay sculpture, and he screamed and sprinted forward, but he seriously underestimated the horror of the clay sculpture. In order not to leave his "death realm", the "god of the past" used the will of the gods to crush Gao Ming.

The legs that stepped out fell to the ground, and the bad Gao Ming burst into swear words, moving his body as if he was carrying a mountain, until he could no longer move forward.

One by one, the high-level people chose to pave the road in this way. The crazy high-level people bit the face of the clay sculpture. He wanted to destroy the clay sculpture, but he found that the clay sculpture seemed to be able to repair itself within a certain range. Only by leaving Xiangshengyong Community could he have a chance to completely destroy it.

One after another, no high-level people retreated. The ghost story players in the building could no longer be described as shocked at this time. They clearly understood the meaning of the two words "high-level people".

The dead gods stole the faith and crushed the high-level people with the will of the gods. The high-level people who lost everything were just ordinary people, but he used the will of ordinary people to exchange for a small step forward through repeated deaths.

When the high-level people rushed out of the door, no one was optimistic about them, including Fan Li, who kept persuading them. Until this moment, their inner thoughts changed. Maybe the high-level people can really succeed, fight against the gods with the will of the living, and shake the fate with the life of ordinary people!

The road paved by the high-level people is getting closer and closer to the gate of the community, and there are fewer and fewer high-level people still running in the dark.

Falling to the ground, being drained by the gods, being plundered by ghosts, being swallowed by darkness, after experiencing pain again and again, the choice of fate was erased, and there were no longer so many possibilities in life, leaving only a few lonely selves.

"It seems... it's almost my turn." The kind-hearted high-life has been holding the hand of the ordinary high-life. He is the kindest of all the high-lifes. He met the ordinary high-life from the beginning.

The familiar self around him was swallowed up by the "past", Gao Ming lost his madness, dreams, timidity, and affection...

The gate of the community was right in front of him. The kind-hearted Gao Ming took the clay sculpture handed over by the affectionate Gao Ming. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to get closer to hope, but kindness did not let him go further.

One step, two steps, when he took the third step, the divine pattern had already embedded in the body of the kind-hearted Gao Ming, strangling his heart. When he took the fourth step, his will was crushed and bleeding from all seven orifices.

"I can only send you here." Lifting the clay sculpture, the kind-hearted Gao Ming handed the statue to the last person around him: "You can get to the platform, just like in the past!"

Taking the clay sculpture, the ordinary Gao Ming's soul was trembling, and the will of the gods seemed to hit his body like a heavy pendulum.

I will soon be able to leave Xiangshengyong Community. Gao Ming is about to get out of the power of the past god. At this time, the past god also started to stop Gao Ming madly.

"I feel very uncomfortable and in pain. I know that I am the most ordinary one. I have nothing and am not as good as anyone else."

"I can't bear the despair of living, and I don't have the courage to die. I really don't understand why you chose me, a waste, a cowardly, timid and selfish waste."

Looking at their own corpses, watching "I" die one after another, they seem to be shouting at themselves, run forward, don't stop!

The hot blood splashed on their faces, and those arms seemed to raise their hearts. The beating heart was like an eternal flame, which could not be blocked even in the deepest night.

Everyone has their own choices. I chose different paths one by one, and they intertwined their last lives with me.