Strange game designer

"The past has already happened and cannot be changed, so it is scarred. Although the future is hopeless, it has not yet arrived..." Shen Tian looked at Gao Ming on the surveillance screen thoughtfully. He had a guess in his mind to resist the erosion of the future god, but he did not dare to try.

In fact, as long as he was a normal person, it would be impossible to try, and even if he tried, it would not be as natural as Gao Ming.

"Boss, did you see anything?" The kitchen knife man looked fierce and wild, but he was actually thoughtful and trusted by Shen Tian.

Lowering his voice, Shen Tian casually said: "Maybe Gao Ming saw the same picture as we saw, and he was not troubled by the future."

"Impossible, how can someone hug a three-meter-tall ghost and bite it? The eyes of the two of them are almost drawn. Could it be that Gao Ming has a fetish for ghosts?" The kitchen knife man felt that he was already perverted enough, and he didn't expect that there would be more cruel people.

"Don't forget, he is different from us. He killed out of the apartment of the past god." Shen Tian said no more, and at this time there was a new change on the surveillance screen.

Gao Ming walked out of the room holding the giant ghost's hand. The head of the corpse tied to his back was raised back, and the bulging eyes stared at the surveillance probe that seemed to be everywhere, as if looking at the people outside the screen.

The chill was spreading, and the kitchen knife man tightened his sleeves: "Boss, do you think Gao Ming is spreading the curse through the corpse, so that all of us can help him share the pressure of the future god? Since he entered Building No. 3, the corpse on his back has been staring at us. It's too evil. It seems that it can clearly sense our location."

Frowning, Shen Tian closed his eyes and began to check himself. The kitchen knife man also suppressed his curiosity and stopped watching the surveillance video.

...

Gao Ming is not good at expressing his emotions, he only does it.

When the two approached the corridor, Xuan Wen still broke free from Gao Ming's arms. Her breathing became irregular, panting, and her cheeks were slightly red. To be precise, there were faint traces of blood on her cheeks and clothes. But Gao Ming didn't care about these. He didn't show any abnormality, as if he didn't see it at all.

"Let's go to the next room." In order to take Gao Ming away, Xuan Wen took Gao Ming's hand for the first time. This unconscious action showed a lot of things.

"Wait a minute." Gao Ming did not leave immediately. He walked around the living room and bedroom and placed several things on the altar: "This couple loves their daughter very much. Compared with other tributes, they want things with their daughter's breath and memory. I can't reunite them for the time being, but I will help them to the best of my ability."

Looking at the things on the altar and the black and white portrait hanging above the altar, Xuan Wen's mood seemed to change again.

Gao Ming's five fingers slowly exerted force, as if to guarantee, and tightly grasped Xuan Wen's hand: "Each of us is actually afraid of the future, worried that bad things will happen, but if people always live in fear and worry, they will probably never see the future they want."

Noticing that Xuan Wen also clenched his hand, Gao Ming stopped talking. He had understood a lot of things, but he just didn't say it clearly: "Let's go to a higher floor to have a look."

The clock hands on the wall were moving slower, and the dial seemed like a face full of scars, with pus and blood emitting a foul odor, and there were faint vicious curses coming from it.

The two explored higher floors, and the future was still sliding towards a worse direction, but at least "Xuan Wen" looked at Gao Ming with a completely different look.

In order to create Gao Ming's most desperate future, the God of the Future integrated a strange memory into "Xuan Wen's" soul, and in this way she knew everything about Xuan Wen, but as she spent more time with Gao Ming, she found that there were really people in this world who knew her better than herself.

Gao Ming remembered everything about Xuan Wen, from her character flaws to her eating habits. It seemed like they had lived together for a long time. They were best friends and comrades who shared life and death.

In Gao Ming, "Xuan Wen" felt the same love as she had felt in "Dad and Mom" ​​before, which made "Xuan Wen" even feel envious.

If... I were the real Xuan Wen, how great it would be.

Walking through one room after another and experiencing an increasingly painful future, Gao Ming had no idea of ​​retreating. It seemed that as long as he held Xuan Wen's hand and the two of them were together, there would be no difficulties that could not be overcome.

But it was Gao Ming's performance that made "Xuan Wen" begin to worry from the bottom of her heart. If a person has someone to rely on, then he also has a flaw. In the future, the god will definitely kill himself in the end, leaving Gao Ming in despair.

Her heart was beating, and the pain and suffering made blood vessels appear in Xuan Wen's neck. She could no longer hear what Gao Ming was saying, and her mind was filled with pain.

Stopping, Gao Ming slowly turned back and looked at Xuan Wen's haggard face. He stood in the dark and gloomy corridor, the clock ticked, and the air was so oppressive that it was almost frozen.

Being watched by Gao Ming, "Xuan Wen" felt even more torn in her heart.

"I remember that was an afternoon..." Gao Ming looked at Xuan Wen silently, his eyes seemed to be soaked in darkness.

Was he talking about the memories between him and Xuan Wen? Did he discover something? Did he already know everything? "Xuan Wen" was a little scared, but also felt a sense of relief. She tragically let go of the hand that didn't belong to her, which was not her support.

"There is a pineapple who goes to get a haircut."

"?"

Gao Ming took Xuan Wen's hand again: "But the barber didn't cut Pineapple, so Pineapple was shouting, "Cut me, cut me."

When a ghost is extremely speechless and embarrassed, its soul will tremble. This was the first time "Xuan Wen" knew about this. Her face was wrinkled and her toes were digging the soles of her shoes.

However, the pain in her mind did ease a little. She just opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say to Gao Ming.

After a dry cough, Gao Ming continued to move forward. At this time, the strange alarm sounded again, and it was much louder than before.

Even if Gao Ming wanted to ignore it deliberately this time, I'm afraid it wouldn't work.

Walking towards the room where the alarm sounded, Gao Ming smelled the pungent smell of blood before entering the room. He pushed open the door and saw a boy wearing a white armband of the Student Union hanging in the middle of the room. His body was extremely uncoordinated, and his hands and feet were sewn together with thread. It seemed that several different bodies were put together.

"Be careful, he has been made into a corpse." Xuan Wen's worry became stronger, and the future god's killing move began.

Seeing Gao Ming coming in, the boy began to struggle with a painful expression, but a voice that Gao Ming was very familiar with came out of his mouth.

"Gao Ming, you died so many times before you killed me. Now I'm back, do you dare to play a fair game with me?"

"Situ An?"