Strange game designer

The owner of the house lost his initial elegance, and his face was exhausted. He came much faster than Gao Ming expected, and it can be seen that he had been on guard.

The turbid ice cone turned into sewage, soaking Gao Ming's clothes. When the climbers outside the window saw the owner of the house, they began to hit the window with their heads. As his skull deformed a little bit, cracks appeared on the glass.

The owner of the house turned the muzzle of his gun, and then ran into the house to draw the curtains. He stood in the corner and said coldly: "Why did you open the curtains again? Are you looking for death!"

"It wasn't me who pulled it. I felt very cold after falling asleep just now. I opened my eyes and saw an ice cone falling towards my eyes! The snowman is in my house! It wants to kill me!" Gao Ming's eyes were red, and his hands were stained with sewage. When he wanted to get close to the owner of the house, the owner of the house pointed the muzzle of the gun at Gao Ming.

"Stand still! If you get closer, I will shoot!"

"The snowman should still be here! It didn't escape!" Gao Ming took a step back, his tone very sure.

"I know." The owner smelled a strong fishy smell in the room, and the whole house seemed to be soaked in the water of Donghu Lake: "Go to the kitchen, bring the brazier over, and bring some dry firewood!"

"The firewood in the kitchen seems to be used up."

"Then go chop some new ones!"

Gao Ming hurried out of the house, but before he reached the first floor, the sound of chopping wood came from the kitchen, which was very loud and could not be hidden at all. Fortunately, the owner was squatting on the snowman and did not leave room 2009.

"Does that guy want to take this opportunity to kill the snowman completely?" The owner's hunting rifle is very special. The ghosts and monsters hit by him seem to be shattered, but he should not have many bullets.

In just a dozen seconds, Gao Ming ran to the kitchen. Wood chips flew in the room. Zhi Ge took off his coat and swung the axe with both hands. His muscles swelled twice as much, and the sweat on his body evaporated into water vapor, as if he was covered by a layer of white mist; the fool next to him was like a stick, but his strength was not inferior to Zhi Ge at all, and his body was filled with a dangerous Yin Qi.

The two worked together and chopped the wooden door open in less than half a minute.

"Don't go in yet!" Gao Ming imitated the owner of the house and put the lit kerosene lamp into the cellar. The flame went out instantly, and the dark cellar seemed to be hiding a beast that devoured people.

After trying several times, the oil lamp finally started to burn normally, and Gao Ming and Qian Jin jumped in one after another.

The cellar was in an "L" shape, much larger than everyone imagined. Pickled cabbage and radish were placed on the periphery, and large jars emitted a strange smell.

The temperature dropped as they went deeper. Gao Ming was fine, but Qian Jin obviously felt dizzy and panicked, and had waves of nausea.

"Hurry up!" Rao Rao urged from the top of the cellar. Qian Jin walked in front of Gao Ming with gritted teeth. He touched the waterproof wall of the cave, and walked a few meters forward with the help of the light emitted by the oil lamp.

The cellar dug out the manor from below, and the smell at the deepest part was a bit strange.

"The fermented rice and pickled vegetables seem to be used to cover up the smell inside." Qian Jin raised the oil lamp and opened the large vat placed in the innermost part. A faint stench rushed into his nose.

He saw a twisted dead sheep in the vat. The mutton was cut and marinated with a lot of salt and spices.

"Can meat be stored in the cellar?" Qian Jin had never heard of it before. With doubt, he opened several other large vats. The stench in the cellar became stronger and stronger. Just as he was covering his nose and preparing to retreat, Gao Ming opened the last large vat.

The air suddenly became a little cooler. Gao Ming and Qian Jin looked into the vat and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

What was marinated in the large vat was not beef or mutton, but a headless male corpse. He was thin and pitiful, not tall, and should be about twenty years old.

Judging from the physical characteristics alone, it was exactly the same as the nightmare owner lying on the bed in the underground laboratory of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical before Gao Ming and others entered the nightmare!

"He is the master of the nightmare!"

In the last middle-level nightmare, the little girl was trapped in the house. The master of this middle-level nightmare was in a more miserable situation. Gao Ming has not seen the other person's face so far.

"Is this the corpse that the snowman wants to find?" Gao Ming saw a turbid face in the ice cone. The face was similar to the younger brother in the photo. He had a bold guess in his heart: "The younger brother's body was separated, the body was hidden in the cellar, and the head was pressed on the snowman. Is this the truth?"

"What should we do now?" Qian Jin was a little disappointed. The three-person team opened the door to find a passage to leave the nightmare. They didn't care what happened in the nightmare at all. They just wanted to ask Yongsheng Pharmaceutical for money after leaving. They were professional nightmare hunters.

Reaching into the big vat, Gao Ming was not afraid of dirtying his clothes. He directly carried the headless corpse out: "You find a piece of cloth to cover it, and we will move it to another place."

"Are you crazy!" Qian Jin looked at Gao Ming carrying the corpse in disbelief. For Gao Ming, carrying a corpse seemed to be a common thing.

"Don't waste time!"

The two worked together to carry the headless corpse out of the cellar. Gao Ming also had some smell on him. He couldn't go to deliver the brazier to the owner of the house.

"Raorao, the owner of the house is waiting for the snowman in 2009. He needs a brazier and dry firewood. Please help me deliver them." Gao Ming didn't give Raorao a chance to refuse: "I have the smell of a corpse on me. The owner of the house can easily find that everyone has entered the cellar."

Raorao reluctantly picked up the brazier and walked to the second floor, while the fool picked up the wrapped body and prepared to send it out through the main door. What everyone didn't expect was that the owner of the house suddenly appeared on the second floor corridor at this time. He looked cold and seemed to be looking for Gao Ming's figure.

"The brazier and firewood are here." Raorao looked at the owner of the house with some disgust.

"Where is your partner?" The black muzzle of the owner's gun seemed like a devil who would choose anyone to bite.

"Hide in the room on the first floor."

"Really? Come into the room with me and light the brazier. I took you in and treated you to a big meal. Now it's your turn to repay me." The owner of the house pushed Raorao into 2009. He glanced at the dark hall on the first floor with a terrible look in his eyes. I don't know what he is planning.

The brazier was lit, and Raorao stood next to the fire. The owner of the house forced her to change into her adoptive mother's clothes and asked her to sing a strange ballad.

A special melody echoed in the manor, and a lot of water stains began to appear on the cracked wall of Room 2009, and a human figure was vaguely visible.

The song spread into the winter night, and something happened on the fourth floor where no one was close. The metal fence was hit by some force, and two skinny arms were waving outward in the darkness. The red skirt dragged on the dusty ground, and the twisted and deformed body was stained with blood, as if it was being squeezed out of the fence bit by bit.