Strange game designer

When the bus passed by, Gao Ming saw a lot of picture files scattered around the electric bike. They seemed to be the drafts of the game design he had made for Xuan Wen.

"Big Dog and the others don't remember Xuan Wen. Is it because Xuan Wen entered the tunnel? Has she left the vast sea?"

Every time he died again, Gao Ming would sit behind Xuan Wen and rely on the dilapidated electric bike to cross the night and reach the vast sea.

Frightened and covered with wounds, Gao Ming was the most embarrassed and miserable at that time, and Xuan Wen carried him on her back again and again, letting him hug her waist and almost tying him to the back seat.

Memory and reality collided with each other, and the fire at that moment made Gao Ming a little dazed. He did not slow down. When he came to his senses again, the bus full of students from Class 13 had already entered the tunnel!

After countless deaths, Gao Ming came back in this way. He still took the school bus of Class 13, but this time the steering wheel was in his hands, and he had the final say on which future the car would go to.

Darkness overwhelmed everything, and all the noise remained outside the tunnel.

The temperature began to drop, and frost appeared on the car windows. The students of Class 13 sat around the brazier, and the leaping flames seemed to hold all their hopes.

Exhaling a breath of cold air, Gao Ming looked at the seemingly endless tunnel. The expression on his face was probably only understood by himself.

"The familiar chill, the fear engraved into the bone marrow, that feeling is back again, and it lingers in my heart again." After the last fight with Situ An in Sishui Apartment, he only had three days left to live. The General Investigation Bureau once asked him what his last wish was, and he said he wanted to enter this tunnel to take a look.

That time, the investigator followed, and this time, the students of Class 13 accompanied him.

A person's life is made up of countless coincidences and accidents. They reflect each other, seemingly thousands of miles apart, but they attract each other, just like the endless stars in the night sky.

The water drops dripped on the car window, and the ticking sound seemed to ring directly in Gao Ming's mind. For him, this sound not only represents the breaking of water drops, but also the "footsteps" of time.

"We're almost there, and we're about to meet the murderer who killed me in the tunnel!"

In the countless memories of death, many of them happened in this tunnel. Whenever he returned here, whenever he approached a certain place, he would be killed from behind by someone.

His body was embedded in the tunnel, but he never saw the other person's face, never!

Slowing down the car, Gao Ming's eyes contained the past and the future, and he stared at the black fog in front of him.

He had taken a bus into this tunnel countless times to welcome death, and now he was driving a bus that had mistakenly entered here from the outside world, driving in the opposite direction.

"The temperature is still dropping, and the flame is about to go out." Teacher Li and the students were so anxious that they surrounded the edge of the brazier, using their bodies to block the cold wind, fearing that the flame would be blown out, but Gao Ming didn't care at all.

The speed of the vehicle was getting slower and slower, and Gao Ming seemed to be waiting for something: "I heard it, that voice appeared again."

His palm reached out of the car and into the black fog. Gao Ming grabbed the steering wheel with one hand until a certain moment, when he slowly stepped on the brake.

Turning his head, Gao Ming stared at the water droplets on the window glass, and the students around him also noticed this magical scene.

"Look! The water droplets on the glass are flowing back! The water droplets in this tunnel drip from the ground to the top of the head!"

With his five fingers spread out and the back of his hand facing up, Gao Ming could feel the water droplets touching his palm.

That's right, the water droplets did not fall from a high place, but seemed to rise from the ground.

His fingers were close to the wall and waved slowly. The touch of flesh and blood came from his fingertips, and he seemed to touch a human face.

"We're here."

The car lights could not penetrate the black fog, so Gao Ming picked up the shrine and placed the flame that burned the soul in front of the car window.

The fire spread in all directions, and the nearest teacher Li collapsed in his seat. The students nearby were so scared that they forgot to speak. They saw that the walls of the tunnel were full of corpses, and those faces were all Gao Ming who died tragically!

The flesh and blood solidified on the cold wall. Every dead Gao Ming was different. Stared at by the tragic faces, the students were so scared that they couldn't breathe. Gao Ming did not react at all. He stretched out his five fingers from the car window and even gently held the hand of a corpse. When the flesh and blood touched each other, a memory flashed through his mind.

"Doctor, the game I made seems to have become a reality."

"Isn't that great? People are under so much work pressure now, but you can get rid of it."

"But I am a ghost story game designer. I have conceived 126 murders and created dozens of murderers with different personalities... Now, they all seem to have become real!"

"Do you think I look familiar?"

Eight arms tore open the doctor's body, and blood stained the medical records. Doctor Lu, who had hurt Gao Ming before, had become a chain in the torture room.

The memory that brought endless pain to Gao Ming in the past was ended by him personally, and he used death and pain to repay despair.

"He should be here soon."

At the same time when Gao Ming had this idea, footsteps sounded in the black fog on the other side of the tunnel. The murderer who was guarding the tunnel and killing him again and again came!

Gao Ming did not look around in a panic like last time, because he knew that every time he turned around, the footsteps would change direction. The footsteps would always be heard behind him, and the sound seemed to exist only in the past he had experienced.

"I should be able to see your face this time, right? The murderer who killed me again and again."

He took out a handful of fragments of the wooden statue from his pocket and threw them all into the shrine's brazier. Finally, he found it troublesome and threw his coat into the fire.

A strange blood-red color appeared in the flames that burned instantly, and all the ghosts and gods carved on the shell of the shrine shed tears of blood.

The next moment, the passenger car following Class 13 emitted astonishing resentment, and every passenger who looked similar to Gao Ming raised their heads.

They looked at the flames in the car in front of them, which was the signal they had agreed with Gao Ming.

Their originally normal bodies began to experience alienation, and they tore off their disguises. Their resentments interacted with each other and pushed away the black mist.

The car door opened, and a big ghost with a magic card in his arms got out of the car. The car window next to him was slowly pushed open, and the centipede-like Cai Meimei also poked her head out. This old classmate with a high destiny was packed with Hande The scapegoat of a private academy, she already possesses the strength of a great ghost.

The floor creaked, heads rolled, shadows spread, and the abnormal aura was like nails being hammered into the tunnel!

In order to ensure this success, Gao Ming took advantage of the bad future he saw to enter the most dangerous abnormal events in the current stage of Hanhai in advance, either by suppressing, persuading, trading, or contracting, and through various means... The ghost from the unusual incident was brought here.

"I'm far from the only one who wants to see the truth."