Strange game designer

The black fog descended silently, as if the night had fallen into the vast sea, quietly drowning everyone.

All the security personnel near the station had heard of Gao Ming's name, but they did not expect Gao Ming to appear in such a way.

The bus with a special paint sprayed on it drove along the road and finally stopped a few meters away from Jingtuo Shen. The lights went out, Gao Ming let go of the steering wheel, and a masked ghost story player took over his seat.

The door creaked open, the rust fell off, and Gao Ming walked out.

"Which garbage dump did you buy this car from?" Jingtuo Shen smelled the peculiar smell in the car. No, to be precise, the car itself had a stench that could not be removed.

"My people are all here." Gao Ming's voice was calm. He looked as if he was forced to participate in the company's team building. He was not happy, but he was not nervous or afraid.

"Your people?" Jingtuo Shen and the surrounding security personnel looked at the bus. In this old bus, there was a person sitting in each seat. Most of them wore masks, and some wore strange red clothes.

"Since everyone is here, let's go together. The longer the delay, the smaller the chance of survival of those people in Xiaoan Town." Jingtuo Shen picked up the solitary lamp, asked his men to push Wanjie, and took the initiative to walk in front.

The burning lamp gave off a strange smell, and there were faint screams coming from the lamp. Gao Ming glanced at Jingtuo Shen: "How many people did you work hard to light it?"

The faces of the surrounding security personnel darkened. They were deliberately avoiding this topic.

The light in the lampshade was not dazzling, nor did it bring any warmth to people. Instead, it felt creepy when you got close.

The eyeball planted in Zhang Ding's eye socket seemed deep and dark, but there was also light in it, a light that made people very uncomfortable. Was the ability of the dream ghost related to light?

Gao Ming waved his hand, signaling the driver to start the bus, and slowly followed Jingtuo Shen.

Compared with Gao Ming, Jingtuo Shen's expression was much more solemn. He looked at the black fog in front of him that was slowly moving towards the vast sea, and slowly exerted force on the fingers holding the lonely lamp.

"Everyone must not leave the range of the light, gather around me, and prepare to enter the black fog!"

The crowd moved slowly, and the straight road seemed to become twisted and crooked, and the trees on both sides were also shaking slightly.

A gust of night wind blew, and the fog spread over the bodies of Jingtuo Shen and Wanjie, like a veil floating over Gao Ming's shoulders, and back along the sides of the bus.

"It seems that there is nothing abnormal." The moment they stepped into the black fog, Jingtuo Shen and Gao Ming's pupils began to shrink, and the "ghost patterns" on their bodies began to hide actively. As for the other security personnel, they did not notice the danger. This black fog looked like ordinary fog, and it was not like the legend that could sweep away people's souls.

The security personnel who were pushing the car where Wanjie was placed could not help but look back. A few meters away was a place that was not covered by the black fog. If they wanted to go back now, it seemed that they could do so at any time.

"Don't look back randomly, follow the light." Jingtuo Shen maintained his speed, walking neither fast nor slow. He had memorized the map of the surroundings in his mind, and the locations of all the buildings were clear. He even had an impression of the thicker trees and larger advertising signs.

The bus slowly followed Gao Ming. The passengers in the car were as quiet as the dead. Some security personnel looked into the car curiously, and they could only see heads drooping one by one.

The light around was weakening, and there was no problem with the objects that could be seen. The inside of the black fog was more ordinary than the vast sea.

No one dared to relax their vigilance. They walked about 300 meters, and Wanjie suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

Noticing his unusual movement, Jingtuo Shen immediately stopped, and the other security personnel also looked behind them.

The thick black fog had completely obscured everything, leaving only the road behind them that occasionally appeared in the fog.

"What did you see?" Jingtuo God stared at Wanjie: "Don't let me use drugs on you just after entering the black fog."

"Nothing, I just took a casual look, you're too nervous." Wanjie's body was fixed on the cart, and his body below the neck was covered with special cloth.

"If you can't find the information recorder No. 0003, the team members who trust you the most will become the oil in the next lamp." Jingtuo God didn't believe what Wanjie said.

"You are suspicious every day. I really don't know why the General Administration pushed you to the front. Are you also a victim?" Wanjie said with a hint of meaning: "When we were young, we wanted to fight for everything, but we didn't expect that we were both victims."

The lamp was shaking, and Wanjie's sight suddenly shifted away from Jingtuo Shen and looked straight ahead; "Someone is waiting for you, hurry up, aren't you in a hurry to go to Xiao'an Town?"

Jingtuo Shen suddenly turned back, and he and the security personnel around him saw a waving figure in the fog not far away.

The few people did not move rashly, nor did they follow the other party forward, but followed the map in their minds and approached Xiao'an Town little by little.

It took them nearly half an hour to walk more than a thousand meters until the second platform appeared in front of them-Xiao'an Station.

"We are not lost. The lamp illuminates the road. We should be able to bring the recorder back." The security personnel who pushed Wanjie had confidence. He did not find that the lamp was a little dimmer than when he first entered the black fog.

"My people will stay here." Gao Ming knocked on the door gently. The bus stopped at Xiaoan Station. Some passengers wearing masks began to get off the bus. They carried various items, placed some incomplete clay sculptures around the station, and took out a restored shrine and placed it in the center.

Several people bowed to the shrine, then took out a photo of a person and put it in it, and lit it.

The flame swayed in the shrine, and the station became a small camp.

"You stay here, and don't let the flame go out." Gao Ming emptied the old city to deal with the black fog, and he also exchanged all the useful things on the Dead Water Forum.

Everyone who came with him this time was also carefully selected. Gao Ming had seen the future of each of them in the past death.

"Don't you need me to join you?" A masked man who was burning a fire whispered.

Before Gao Ming answered, Jingtuo Shen in the distance suddenly looked up. He vaguely felt that the voice of the masked man was a little familiar. Even if the other party used a false voice, the more so he felt suspicious.

"No, I have other classmates here." Gao Ming glanced at the passengers in bright red clothes, and did not urge them to get off the bus. He turned and walked towards Jingtuo Shen.

"Is everything arranged?" Jingtuo Shen looked Gao Ming up and down: "Are you the only one going in with us? What about the other passengers on the bus?"

"They are the escape route I left for myself." Gao Ming grabbed the cart, and he smiled at Wanjie.