Strange game designer

The corridor of the hospital seemed to have no end, and missing persons notices were played repeatedly on the radio. This scene made Gao Ming feel a little dazed.

Someone got lost in the hospital?

The window on the door of ward 7003 reflected Gao Ming's own face. They seemed to see each other at a certain moment, but they were separated by transparent glass on one side and a cold mask on the other.

Pushing open the ward door, Gao Ming heard the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the wall. A young man wearing glasses stood by the wall with a focused expression, as if he was measuring something.

He was thin, but his lower body was tied up with restraints and he couldn't move too far from the bed.

His hands were shackled, a rope was attached to his neck, and there were blood-red danger signs on his hospital gown.

The young man was very surprised when he noticed someone entering the room. He turned his head and looked at Gao Ming, as if he was asking, but also seemed to be talking to himself: "A doctor doing rounds? A patient visiting? Or another fish caught in the net?" "

Patient 7003 was under intensive care at Lishan Hospital, but he did not look sick.

After observing for a moment, Gao Ming followed his blurry shadow on the floor tiles and entered the house.

"Don't touch things on the wall, and don't step on the words on the ground." The pen in the young man's hand was out of ink, and he used the sharp tip of his pen to carve strange symbols on the white wall.

"What are you calculating?"

"This world is too fake. It's like a ridiculous dream. I'm looking for a way to wake up." The young man didn't look back: "You won't believe it if I tell you. Even if you believe it, you won't understand."

The wall near the hospital bed was full of words and symbols. Gao Ming couldn't understand it, but he felt like he was trapped in a dream: "Do you have a clue now? I have to wake up as soon as possible."

Gao Ming's tone was very serious, not a joke.

Seeing that Gao Ming agreed with his opinion so much, the young man stopped what he was doing: "Dreams deprive us of the control of our body and will. How can we wake up so easily? Everything we do now is designed in advance. We must Only by figuring out the loopholes of the creator can you have a chance to wake up.”

"Perhaps I am that loophole." Gao Ming suffered endless reincarnations on the bus. He was the "dead spot" that fate did not see: "In fact, I came here more than half a year later, and I am not who I am now."

"Ah?" The young man turned around slowly, frowned and glanced at Gao Ming. He first wanted to confirm whether Gao Ming was really sick: "You came here half a year later?"

"Um."

"Then what are you doing now?" The young man was a little curious.

"He's right here." Gao Ming pointed to the figure reflected on the floor tiles. The two Gao Ming were indeed different.

The young man seemed to have discovered a shocking secret. He squatted on the ground and observed repeatedly. He asked Gao Ming several questions. Unexpectedly, he found that Gao Ming's answers were almost completely consistent with his speculation about the future.

"I knew that this hospital was collecting special patients, and I was willing to stay in it for research. Unexpectedly, I made a discovery." The young man looked at Gao Ming with a different look, fiery and scary: "I once I have used many names, and the name registered on the case list now is..."

The man struggled to take out his medical record, but his name was blank, just a question mark.

"It's called a question mark."

"What a good name." Gao Ming replied perfunctorily: "I can cooperate with you in making calculations, but I must wake up as soon as possible."

"Since you dreamed about the present half a year later, there is nothing to worry about. If you die now, there will be no you half a year later. This is a paradox." The young man touched the hand in his hand. Pen: "Usually when we are dreaming, we will be frightened awake when we fall from a height, or when we are close to death."

"You want me to die?"

"This is the key to waking up from the dream. The person who created this dream arranged a fate for you that you will not die, and you successfully survived until half a year later. If you die, you will be out of the control of the dream; if you will not Death, what else do you care about here?" The young man who called himself Question Mark walked to the bedside: "There are all kinds of patients living on the seventh floor. New patients come in every day, but no one is discharged. All The patients seemed to be taken further into the corridor in the end."

He bent down and took out a hand-drawn map from the gap in the bed board: "I don't know how to wake up from the dream, but I heard the doctor said that you need a medicine to leave the hospital, and the medicine is hidden in the room at the end of the corridor. If you can bring us the pills, I swear I will spend the rest of my life helping you wake up."

The young man wanted to leave the hospital, but he took a long detour before revealing his purpose.

Gao Ming was a little hesitant in his heart. He couldn't trust the other party yet. After all, the two parties had just met.

Ten seconds later, before Gao Ming could make a decision, the shadow reflected on the floor tiles turned and walked deeper into the corridor.

In the past, he wanted to try, but Gao Ming could only follow suit.

"More than half a year ago, I was just an ordinary person. If the depths of the corridor were as dangerous as Patient 7003 said, there was no way I could survive."

Gao Ming knew very well how terrifying abnormal events were. The danger level of Lishan Hospital was even higher than that of Hendricks Private College. If it was not handled well, it could even turn into a level five abnormal event.

The person who was lost in the hospital on the radio was still not found, and Gao Ming and the shadow on the floor tiles stepped into darkness step by step.

"I should have talked to patient 7003 more than half a year ago. How did he convince me at that time?"

What is happening now is not important, what is important is the choice Gao Ming made half a year ago.

There were no unusual monsters around, but the flesh fairy in Gao Ming's heart kept roaring, and its eight arms grabbed the chains in the torture chamber, making both Hong Yuyi and Situ An realize something was wrong.

"Congratulations have never been so exciting. It's not like he sensed the danger."

The patients in the wards on both sides were awakened by Gao Ming's footsteps, lying on the door panel and looking directly at him.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he ran towards the depths of the corridor. He vaguely saw someone else in front of him. The person was wearing a white hospital coat and seemed to be deliberately guiding him.

The key was inserted into the keyhole, the snap spring popped open, the gears turned, the metal fence was knocked, and a pair of hands stretched out from the ward window.

"The doctor opened the locked ward door?"

The closer to the ward at the end of the corridor, the more dangerous the patients were. The doctor seemed to be preparing to release all the patients to have a carnival in order to welcome the arrival of a high death.

All kinds of madmen, with hysterical faces, the seventh floor seems to be a corridor forgotten by the creator. This road is not an exit at all, but leads to a place more terrifying than death.

"I experienced these things half a year ago?"