Strange game designer

The door was slowly pushed open, and the sound of the second hand moving rang in his ears. Luo Dong held the door frame and stared blankly at everything in front of him.

The small room was full of various clocks, and each dial looked like a human face, or more accurately, each clock seemed to represent a person.

Luo Dong did not dare to go in directly. He grabbed the door frame and looked back and around.

From the outside, this door was not much different from other doors, except that there was no house number hanging around it. Having lived in Changcheng Community for so long, Luo Dong certainly knew that each house number corresponded to a date, a date that was most important to the owner of the house. For example, in his own room, the house number was the day he met his wife.

"Where am I? The end of the future?"

The physical pain could no longer destroy Luo Dong. His hand gently touched his heart, then he entered the house and closed the door.

In the room full of clocks, time is no longer counted by the gods. Tick-tick-tick-tick, every time the pointer on the dial moves, fate will tilt towards the abyss, and everyone's life is presented in front of Luo Dong.

"Did I find this place by myself? Or did the voice in my heart guide me here?" Luo Dong met Gao Ming once two days ago, and the other party said some strange words to him. He couldn't understand it at the time, but as long as it was a request made by Gao Ming, he would unconditionally try to complete it, because Gao Ming saved him and his family.

Walking forward slowly, Luo Dong tried to listen to the call in his heart, and slowly, there was only a ticking sound in his ears.

Closing his eyes, Luo Dong abandoned all interference and chased the passing time.

The bedroom is usually the most private room of the owner of the house, and guests are not allowed to enter at ordinary times. At this time, Luo Dong stopped at the corner of the bedroom.

He opened his eyes. Among the countless clocks in the house, the clock in front of him looked ordinary and ordinary, and there was no abnormality.

"Is it calling me?"

There are hidden floors in Xiangshengyong Apartment, and the same is true in Changcheng Community. Luo Dong squatted on the ground, seemingly because he stayed here for too long. Footsteps came from outside the door: "Is the owner of the house back?"

Luo Dong no longer hesitated and opened the cover of the watch. He originally wanted to hide the watch or destroy it, but as soon as his finger touched the pointer, invisible thin lines entangled his body.

At the same time, Luo Dong's heart began to beat at a fixed frequency. His fate seemed to have been entangled with the things in the watch a few days ago and could no longer be separated.

The pointer slid down, and the next moment the door was opened, Luo Dong was dragged into the watch by countless threads of fate and time, and the watch that was originally running normally also stopped at this moment.

A large number of memories that did not belong to Luo Dong flashed before his eyes. He seemed to see an anxious couple. Like himself, they had a happy life, but with the outbreak of abnormal events, their children disappeared.

The thread of fate was getting tighter and tighter, and Luo Dong's heart was about to explode. He felt all the pain and despair, until his fate was completely integrated with the other party.

With his eyes open, Luo Dong gasped for air in shock.

"I remember that I seemed to be sucked into the clock. Is this the hidden passage behind the clock? Just now, a lot of other people's memories appeared in my mind, all related to a couple. They tried their best to raise their children. They didn't ask the children to have any great achievements. They just hoped that the children would be safe and ordinary, but in the end, the children disappeared..."

As a parent, Luo Dong could understand the couple's pain too well.

With his nose twitching, Luo Dong smelled the faint musty smell in the air. He looked around: "Isn't this Changcheng Community?"

The dilapidated old building has almost become a dangerous building. Bugs occasionally crawl on the rusty handrails. Various smelly clothes are hung in the narrow corridor. Let alone laying tiles on the ground, the bumpy cement floor is full of filth.

"Where did I run to?"

The cold wind blew, and the clothes hanging in the corridor fluttered gently, looking like resentful ghosts coming back to life.

Luo Dong gently lifted the clothes that blocked his way, and he found that there was a faint light in a room in the corridor, reflecting from the crack of the door.

"Want to go over?"

The old residential building has a circular corridor, and the terrain is not complicated, but there are too many sundries, which affects Luo Dong's speed.

Halfway through, Luo Dong suddenly stopped, and he heard footsteps in the corridor.

To be on the safe side, he chose to hide behind the pile of sundries and covered his head with a piece of clothes hanging to dry.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Luo Dong turned his head to look, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes. The person coming up from downstairs was Gao Ming!

He opened his mouth, but Luo Dong did not call the other party directly. He found that Gao Ming was a little strange. He looked immature, carrying a schoolbag, holding an empty gift box in his hand, and was actually wearing a high school uniform.

"It's so strange."

Hidden in the dark, Gao Ming, wearing a school uniform, walked to a door and called softly. After a while, the door was opened from the inside.

The corridor returned to silence, and no sound came out of the room. Luo Dong frowned: "Is Gao Ming's memory blocked in the clock? Someone stripped his memory? But I always feel something is wrong..."

Half an hour later, familiar footsteps sounded in the corridor again. Luo Dong, who was searching the corridor, quickly hid behind a piece of clothing.

Holding his breath and staring at the corridor, Luo Dong's pupils suddenly shrank when the owner of the footsteps appeared.

A young face, school uniform, school bag, empty gift box, an identical Gao Ming came over, knocked on the door, and then entered the room.

"Bang!"

The door closed, Luo Dong was stunned, the room in the corridor seemed like a beast that specialized in eating Gao Ming.

"Why are there two Gao Ming?"

Luo Dong walked to the door, the house number of which was July 16, the day after the Zhongyuan Festival.

"For the owner of the house, the second day of the Zhongyuan Festival is his most unforgettable day. What happened on this day? Is this really Gao Ming's memory? But if it is not his memory, why did he appear? Could it be..." Luo Dong pursed his lips, recalling the memories that popped up in his mind when he entered here: "Is this his parents' memory? Did his parents really enter the abnormal event to find him?"

After hesitating for a long time, Luo Dong knocked on the door gently.

The door hinge turned, and the worn door panel was opened from the inside. The person who opened the door for Luo Dong was a middle-aged man in a raincoat. There seemed to be another person busy in the kitchen because Luo Dong heard the sound of chopping meat.

His Adam's apple rolled, and Luo Dong's expression became a little unnatural. Everything about the house in front of him was abnormal.