Strange game designer

The dim light is not dazzling, and falls softly on the old furniture, making the whole home look very warm.

The house is not big, and at first glance it looks very lifelike, but if you look closely, you can find many strange places.

Luo Dong froze at the door, looking past the man who opened the door and into the house.

All the walls here are equipped with sound insulation layers and are coated with sound-absorbing paint. As long as there is no violent scuffle in the house, the neighbors have no idea what is going on in the house.

There is an extra large air-cooled refrigerator in the living room. This type of refrigerator relies on a fan to blow air into the refrigerator for cooling. The stored meat will not stink easily and will not have any peculiar smell.

There are a large number of fresh-keeping bags scattered on the kitchen floor, just enough to hold fist-sized pieces of meat for easy portability. Under the counter is a heat-generating agent, which when mixed with water can speed up the rotting of meat.

With everything needed to transport and destroy the meat, Luo Dong looked at the bathroom again. The floor tiles there were covered with a plastic anti-seepage membrane that had not been put away in time, and there were some fat-like dirt stained on it.

"There is also a place for processing meat..." Luo Dong's heart was pounding. The overall decoration style of the room was very warm, but he felt cold all over.

"Have you seen enough?" The middle-aged man in a raincoat suddenly said. The brim of the raincoat covered half of his face, which made Luo Dong unable to see the other person's expression.

"I..." Luo Dong didn't know what excuse to make. He had witnessed Gao Ming entering this place one by one. Judging from this, Gao Ming's disappearance must have something to do with the man in front of him.

"This is not the place you should be here, leave quickly." The middle-aged man did not hurt Luo Dong. When he was about to close the door, he did not forget to remind Luo Dong: "Be careful when you go downstairs. If you hear footsteps, you must be there." You have to evade in advance to avoid being seen by a male student wearing a school uniform.”

Lowering his voice, the middle-aged man squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "He is not a human being."

"Wait!" Luo Dong hurriedly grabbed the door panel with his hands before closing the door.

Maybe he was also the father of the child, or maybe the memory of the previous fusion resonated with Luo Dong. He did not choose to leave. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to communicate with the man in front of him in the most candid way.

"I know Gao Ming. He is the savior of my family. In my impression, he is definitely not a bad person. Even if he becomes a ghost, I don't think he will become an evil ghost!" Luo Dong covered his heart. The call was in this room, and the room in front of him was very important to him: "Is there any misunderstanding between you two? What exactly happened here?"

The middle-aged man did not expect Luo Dong to blurt out Gao Ming's name, nor did he expect that the other party would insist on speaking for Gao Ming under such circumstances. His words, even if Gao Ming turns into a ghost, he will not be an evil ghost, touched him. Something deep inside a man.

Taking off the raincoat and hat, the man's face was revealed. He looked mature and haggard, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes: "I am the father of Gao Ming. I know what you said is correct, but those things in the corridor Things are not really high-end.”

"Isn't it really a good life?" Although Luo Dong had made some guesses before, he was still surprised when he heard the definite answer.

"Gao Ming is lucky to have a friend like you. Come in." After the man made sure there was no one outside, he invited Luo Dong into the house: "We have been trapped here for a long time. Apart from Gao Ming, you are The first person we met."

After pouring a glass of cold water and placing it in front of Luo Dong, the middle-aged man locked the door: "What time is it now? How many days after the Ghost Festival is it?"

"How many weeks has it been? You're not stuck here forever, are you?"

Facing Luo Dong's doubts, the middle-aged man said nothing. He sat on the other side of the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Can you tell me about Gao Ming? Who imprisoned you here?" Luo Dong asked cautiously. He was sitting on the sofa. He was curious and scared now. The heart in the key chest was still there. It was beating wildly, as if urging him to do something.

"Gao Ming's mother and I originally had high hopes for Gao Ming and enrolled him in many specialty classes, but we found that this child's only specialty is that he has no special skills." When the middle-aged man mentioned these "troubles", he not only showed no anger, but also softened his expression. It seemed that those days were the happiest: "My husband and I were very anxious until he entered high school and their class had a group outing..."

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened, but Gao Ming's whole person has changed since then. He seems to have something very painful hidden in his heart. It feels like...a part of his soul is lost somewhere, day and night. He was tortured every night. From that day on, his diary frequently mentioned a non-existent student - Gao Yun. "The man sighed: "As parents, we really want to help him share the burden, but we have tried various methods. It’s no use, we gradually no longer expect him to be rich and powerful in the future, we just hope that he can become the same as before, and the family will live an ordinary life. "

"You will appreciate it after you lose it. What I regret most now is that I didn't treat my family well." Luo Dong empathized with the middle-aged man's words.

"Gao Ming became increasingly silent. Perhaps he himself did not know that the child often had nightmares, struggling, biting, and crying the name Gao Yun with a hideous face, but in the daytime he was fine again. He did not want to mention it, and we did not deliberately ask." The middle-aged man's voice was low, revealing a trace of fatigue: "We encouraged him to learn psychological counseling. In fact, we did not want him to become a doctor, but just hoped that he could heal himself."

Luo Dong did not expect Gao Ming to have such a past. For Gao Ming, the ordinary and peaceful daily life of studying was actually the result of his parents' hard work every day. The couple was afraid that Gao Ming would notice it, so they carefully gave him all their love without hurting Gao Ming's heart.

"Isn't that Gao Yun a student in their class?" Luo Dong felt that the name was a little familiar, and he seemed to have heard Gao Ming mention it before.

"There was no such student in their class. Later, we waited for him to graduate from college, and all the above symptoms disappeared. We thought that the child could start a new life, but who knew that all kinds of...unbelievable things began to happen around him." The sound of chopping meat in the kitchen continued. The middle-aged man lowered his head slowly and stared at the falling cigarette ash: "Gao Ming worked overtime during the Ghost Festival this year and will be home very late. His mother and I are worried about him, so we called him several times."

"No one answered?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Every call was answered, but every person who answered the phone was not Gao Ming, so his mother and I went to his rental place overnight to find him..."