Strange game designer

A patient who couldn't get out of bed, a child who was left unattended, and two people who couldn't hit each other with eight sticks found a common language because of the haunted house.

Lying in bed, Gao Ming didn't understand why he blurted out the word "haunted house". The building block house built by the little boy was obviously colorful and looked very beautiful.

The little boy also looked up at Gao Ming for the first time, as if his secret had been discovered, a little flustered and a little curious.

Rubbing his little hands on his clothes, the boy timidly said: "My father and mother lived in a very small rental house when they gave birth to me. Although the place they lived in was not good, they wanted to give me a very warm home. So I was given a name with the word "fang" in it.

"With a house? Do you lack a house in your life? So you have a house in your name?" Gao Ming was a little surprised.

"I have answered your question, now can you answer mine?" The little boy seemed to care about fairness and was very polite. He first answered Gao Ming's previous question before daring to ask his own doubts. : "Can you tell... I'm fighting for those houses where people have died?"

His eyelids twitched and Gao Ming had a wry smile on his face. Even God probably couldn't tell the difference between a house and a haunted house among the piles of blocks.

"I don't know why, but I just opened my mouth and said it. Have we met before? Did you say something when I was unconscious?" Gao Ming didn't think he could get anything from the boy's mouth. Useful clues, but what he didn't expect was that the boy nodded seriously.

"My father often works overtime. That night, my mother felt very uncomfortable and was worried about me being alone at home, so she took me to the hospital to see a doctor." The little boy's mood gradually became depressed: "My mother and I were consulting the doctor. At that time, I heard a sound downstairs, and then saw you being pushed into the operating room on a trolley. That was the first time we met. Later, my mother was hospitalized. I often played alone in the corridor, and sometimes I would lie down next to the window and watch. You, guess when you will wake up."

"Did you and I enter this hospital on the same day?" Apart from the haunted house, Gao Ming found another thing that A Fang and himself had in common.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Calloused fingers gently tapped the open door panel. A middle-aged man appeared at the door of the high-life ward. He wore a light gray thin sweater outside his white shirt and held a bag in his hand. Holding a drawing board, he has a kind face and always has a faint smile on his face, which seems to warm people's hearts more than the sun.

"Gao Ming, are you awake?" The man looked very happy, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously when he spoke.

"Who are you? Do we know each other?" Gao Ming tried his best to remember, but he had no impression of the man at the door. He looked like an art teacher in school, and he was the kind of person who only knew how to fish.

"This should be the first time you have seen me, but little Afang and I see you often." The man was older than Gao Ming. He spoke slowly and had a nice voice: "I live in the ward next to you, and we are in the same room. I was hospitalized today, but Dr. Xuan gave me a final check-up this morning and said I could be discharged.”

Gazing at the man holding the drawing board, Gao Ming felt an indescribable feeling in his heart: "We were also hospitalized on the same day?"

"You were racing against death at the time, so of course you didn't know this." The man entered the room with a drawing board: "I came back after completing the discharge procedures, and I heard the female nurse who had a crush on you said that you were awake, so I wanted to come over and have a look with you. Say goodbye."

"Why are you hospitalized? It seems that you don't have any serious injuries?" Gao Ming instinctively was reluctant to believe the person in front of him. He seemed to have seen him in a dream, but the memory in the dream was also vague. Blurry.

"I didn't succeed in committing suicide." The man showed a faint smile, and the sunlight happened to shine on his face, making him look a little sacred.

When he opened his sleeves, he saw a shocking number of stab wounds, but the man didn't care: "Don't be afraid, I've healed now, whether it's a physical injury or a psychological injury."

Afang quietly retreated to the corner. The child was unwilling to get close to Gao Ming and was a little afraid of the man holding the drawing board.

"Speaking of it, that night was really thrilling. Many people had accidents. Ambulances came and went. The footsteps in the emergency ward never stopped. I heard that the hospital's blood bank was depleted a lot." The man put down his sleeves and said calmly. Standing in the sunshine, he looked like a carefree child: "But God bless us, everyone was very lucky. The patients who were sent to the emergency room that night were all rescued in the end. Many of them have been discharged from the hospital. Now There are only two of us left.”

"Do you remember this?"

"Of course, I was the least injured. The hospital refused to let me out because they were afraid that I would continue to hurt myself." The man's tone of voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, but what he said made people feel uncomfortable: "You should be everyone The last one to be discharged."

"The last one?"

"Well." The man put the drawing board in his hand on Gaoming's bedside: "Although you don't remember me, considering that we have lived here together for a long time, I still prepared a gift for you. Congratulations. Wake up."

Gao Ming turned to look at the drawing board. There was a very abstract painting on the wooden drawing board that had been used for a long time.

There is a birthday cake on a dining table. A young child closes his eyes and makes a wish. Behind him are crowds of various "monsters" with helpless expressions. Most of them maintain human shapes, and some are completely It has nothing to do with people.

"What are you drawing?" Gao Ming really didn't understand.

The man covered his forehead: "Is my painting so bad? This child is you, and you are celebrating your birthday."

"What about those behind the table?"

"Your family." The man became interested and patiently explained to Gao Ming: "No one came to see you even though you were so seriously injured. The doctor said that in order to wake you up, it would be best to find your family and friends and tell you about the past events every day to stimulate your brain nerves."

"What does this have to do with the things you drew? No matter what my family says, it is impossible for me to have three mouths on my face, right?" Gao Ming stared at the painting. I don't know if it was because he was angry or for some other reason, but his mind became more flexible.

"Didn't the doctor say that we should stimulate the brain nerves?" The man was a little embarrassed: "I live in the ward next to you. During the day, the nurse will read you your past experiences. At night, when the nurse leaves, I can't sleep late at night, so sometimes I will tell you about my painful experiences, and occasionally read you some ghost stories and strange stories."

Hearing the man's words, not only Gao Ming, but even Afang by the wall felt that the man was a little sick.

"Isn't this to help you recover?"