Strange game designer

Relying on the soft pillow, Gao Ming felt a little headache. During his coma, he seemed to have had a very terrible nightmare, in which many weird things appeared that could not exist in reality.

He didn't understand why he dreamed about those things before, until the patient in the next room said that he would tell Gao Ming ghost stories and share his painful experiences every night.

"At least judging from the results, my efforts were not in vain. You were successfully awakened." The man looked a little embarrassed. He lived in the next ward. He thought Gao Ming was a vegetable, so he shared everything with Gao Ming. Who could have imagined the result? Gao Ming actually woke up?

Frowning, Gao Ming carefully looked at the man in front of him. He had a clean appearance, a bright smile, and a gentle temper. But there was this man with self-inflicted scars all over his long sleeves. He told ghost stories to a vegetative state every night. Can this be a normal person?

"Don't frown, I really regard you as a friend." The man explained softly: "No one can understand me, and no one is willing to listen to some of my thoughts. In the past few months, you are the only one who has never refuted me. , agree with everything I said.”

"I fell into a coma." Gao Ming couldn't help but reply.

"In short, you are one of my few friends. Don't tell others about my secrets." It seems that this sentence is the real purpose of the man coming here.

"Don't worry, I can't even remember my name clearly." Gao Ming looked away blankly. Everyone called him Gao Ming. In that nightmare, he seemed to be called Gao Ming, but for some reason, whenever he started When I was thinking about my name, a voice vaguely emerged in my heart - "Actually, our name is not Gao Ming. I hope you can do it this time."

us? Why us? Are there many me?

"That's interesting. I'll treat you to dinner after you're discharged from the hospital." The man patted Gao Ming's quilt with satisfaction and said, "Take good care of yourself. See you outside the hospital."

The man seemed certain that they would meet again. He didn't take away the drawing board and left humming a song.

"What a strange person." Gao Ming's eyes fell on the painting. There was a name written on the lower left corner of the paper - Xia Yang.

Like Xuan Wen's name, Xia Yang also felt very familiar to Gao Ming, as if he often heard it in his nightmares.

"Dr. Xuan is the person who saved me, and Xia Yang is a patient. He tells me nonsense every night. It seems that the characters who appear in the nightmare are related to the people around me in real life. The more they appear in the nightmare, the more they appear in the nightmare. The deeper the contact with me in reality, but..." His head hurt a little, and Gao Ming thought of a very crucial point: "In the nightmare, I obviously have parents. I remember them very clearly. They are very important to me. It’s important. She has helped me many times, but the female nurse just now said that I grew up in an orphanage, which is not true!”

Dad and mom are Gao Ming's most important family members, and nightmare and reality collide at this moment.

"I always feel that they are waiting for me somewhere." Gao Ming raised his hand with difficulty and wanted to get the painting. Afang saw Gao Ming's thoughts and directly picked up the painting and placed it in front of Gao Ming: "The painting It's scary and abstract, but it gives me a very close feeling inexplicably. Could it be that I have really undergone some kind of change under the influence of my fellow patients? "

"That uncle is not good. Sister Lingling won't let me get close to his ward." Afang raised his hands and held the drawing board high. The sister Lingling he mentioned was the female nurse; "Everyone hopes to get better as soon as possible, but he is the only one who has several times in a row." He was taken to the emergency room and kept sick, and he seemed to be hiding a fruit knife under his pillow.”

Compared to Xia Yang, Afang felt that the newly awakened Gao Ming had a better personality.

"Is it a mental illness?" Gao Ming stared at the painting, trying to decipher Xia Yang's character. As he was looking at it, there were rapid footsteps in the corridor, and the female nurse Lingling ran in.

"That guy Xia Yang just came in?!" The female nurse looked at the painting on Gao Ming's bedside, her expression became very serious, she walked over and confiscated the painting: "Teacher Gao, don't have anything to do with Xia Yang, that guy Just a complete asshole.”

"He seems very positive."

"You are so proactive." The female nurse lowered her voice: "He used to be in a multi-person ward. He would stand in front of other patients' beds in the middle of the night, cut his own wrists, and draw with blood. He almost scared the patients to death!"

Hearing what the female nurse said, a scene suddenly appeared in Gao Ming's mind. In the silent midnight, he was unconscious on the bed, and a stranger quietly opened the door and appeared beside the bed, holding a sharp carving knife in his hand.

"Basically, except for you, other patients' families have complained about him."

The female nurse carefully checked Gao Ming's condition, but Gao Ming didn't care much. He recalled what Xia Yang had said and suddenly reached out and grabbed the female nurse: "Can you do me a favor?"

"Just say it."

"Can you let me see the hospitalization list? On the night I was sent to the hospital for rescue, which other patients were also admitted here?"

"I'm afraid this won't work." The female nurse was a little embarrassed.

"Then can you tell me, during the few months I was in coma, who came to see me? What did they say to me?" Gao Ming was not going to wait passively, he wanted to start looking for the lost items on his own. memory.

"There are students' parents, teachers and principals, as well as hospital leaders..."

"It's not these." Gao Ming interrupted the female nurse: "I mean special people, such as people who played an important role in my past life."

After thinking for a while, the nurse took out her phone and looked at it: "There is someone who claims to be your girlfriend, but the school teachers have never seen her. In addition, your condition was more dangerous at the time, so we did not let her in. Later, she came many times, but mostly outside the ward."

"My girlfriend?" Gao Ming had no impression at all.

"Her name is Liu Yi, and it seems that she is suing someone, deliberately injuring someone or something." The nurse patted her head: "By the way, since you are awake, I will send you the things left on your body when you had a car accident. Maybe you can remember some things in the past through your phone."

Leaving Gao Ming behind, the nurse hurriedly ran to a certain place. She looked innocent, careless, and even a little reckless.

"Liu Yi." Gao Ming repeated this name: "She is also in the nightmare! Is it really a dream I made up based on my real memory?"

In the small ward, Gao Ming closed his eyes and pondered, while Afang was assembling a haunted house by the bed.

The breeze blew the curtains and the clock ticked. No one noticed that outside the ward, there was a figure who stood there quietly after the female nurse left, staring at Gao Ming.