Strange game designer

Chapter 351 Something terrible happened outside

Sitting on the sofa in Room 1801 of Changcheng Community, Wang Jie's expression was gloomy and scary. His pupils were beating slightly, hiding the fear and nervousness deep in his eyes.

This room is fully equipped with luxury accessories. The world's top brands can only be regarded as the basics. Many ornaments are designed by masters and handmade and cannot be copied.

Being able to live in a house like this is a lifelong dream for many people, but the owner of this house is holding his hands together, and his nails are digging the backs of his hands into blood.

 “Who discovered it?”

On the coffee table in front of Wang Jie was an opened gift box. In the box was a sharp knife with a broken tip.

The blade is long and slender, and there are muddy dirt and black water plants remaining on the handle. When you get closer, you can still smell a fishy smell.

"He found my murder weapon, but why did he send it to me? What else does he know? He saw the process of my murder!"

Wang Jie grabbed his hair with five fingers, and his handsome face was a little distorted.

“I can’t remember. I can’t remember many things. How could this happen?”

Wang Jie let go of his hair, slowly reached out for the knife, and held it again.

The memory that was deepest in his heart and least willing to face surfaced. That was his first murder. After a careful plan, he killed an unnoticed homeless man.

The knife penetrated the opponent's body, but it was completely different from the practice. He was too nervous, the knife hit the bone, and even accidentally hurt himself.

 This knife not only has the blood of the deceased, but also his blood, so it must not be discovered!

The clenched teeth gradually loosened, and Wang Jie stared at the knife in his hand, panting, as if he was recalling the feeling at that moment.

At that time, I felt that it was completely different from killing rats, cats and dogs.

"Find the person who gave the gift, and then... shut him up forever." Hiding the knife in his clothes, Wang Jie looked around.

This home was very luxuriously decorated, but in his mind it was not his own house. But the longer he stayed here, the more familiar everything around him felt, as if this was his home and he had lived here since he was a child. All his memories are based on this room.

“My name is Wang Jie, and I still have very clear memories of my first murder in my senior year of high school. So what exactly did I forget?”

The only clue in Wang Jie's hand is the gift box. The person who sent the gift box must know everything.

 Checking the room, Wang Jie turned on the computer in the house and checked the living room surveillance.

The video shows that he opened the door a few minutes ago, lowered his head, walked into the house with the gift box in his arms, and placed the gift box on the coffee table.

"Did I bring it in from outside?" Wang Jie couldn't remember clearly, but the surveillance camera shouldn't be deceptive: "It seems like I have to go to the doorman and the security room to find out who sent this gift box."

Memories in the mind seem to be passing by with time, but no one knows what they have forgotten.

Hide the gift box in the cabinet, Wang Jie opens the living room door, and the sensor light in the corridor outside the door lights up instantly.

"The lights are a bit dim, this corridor..." Wang Jie felt that the corridor was very quiet, so quiet that it made him very uncomfortable.

 After hesitating for a moment, he walked out of the room and walked to the elevator.

With a soft ding, the numbers on the elevator display began to change. At this moment, the door of Wang Jie's neighbor's house was suddenly opened. A young man with white hair opened the door and said coldly: "I advise you not to go in. , and don’t bring things to this level.”

“Who are you?” Wang Jie had no impression of that young man at all.

"My name is Situ Cheng." Apart from his name, the young man did not reveal any other information about himself: "Something terrible happened outside. If you don't want to die, it's best not to stand out." "What happened?"

"Can't you see for yourself? The old city and the East District are dark. Only the power supply of Xiangshengyong Apartment and Changcheng Community has not been cut off. There must be a disaster that we don't know about in the city!" Situ Cheng's expression was gloomy. He seemed to be alive. He was very unhappy, but he seemed to have a reason to live: "You can look down at the old city from the window. There is chaos over there at Xiangshengyong Apartment. I heard someone screaming and someone was being chased."

“Disaster...what threatens us?”

 “I don’t know.” Situ Cheng shook his head.

Far away from the elevator, Wang Jie glanced at Situ Cheng up and down. After hesitating for a moment, he asked in a low voice: "Did you receive that red gift box today?"

Without retorting, Situ Cheng nodded: "Everyone who lives here seems to receive a special gift. This gift may be more important than ourselves."

The two were talking, and the numbers on the elevator display suddenly seemed to bleed and became bright.

That number is like an eyeball, trying to remember the looks of Wang Jie and Situ Cheng.

"Is there anything coming up?" Situ Cheng immediately closed the door and hid back home. After Wang Jie stayed there for a while, he did not choose to go home. Instead, he held the knife and walked towards the stairs.

 He hid behind the safety door, his eyes glued to the crack in the door, staring at the corridor.

 Wang Jie’s character has been shaped by his childhood living environment. He has a strong psychological quality and likes to use strong stimulation to satisfy his empty heart.

  The number on the elevator display kept changing. When it turned to 18, all the lights on Wang Jie's floor went out.

"Ding!"

The elevator door opened to both sides. What made Wang Jie frown was that instead of the normal white light inside the elevator, it was dark red.

For the first time, he wanted to describe the light as sticky. The stench surged and something came out.

 Click, click, click…

 A vague outline could be seen vaguely in the corridor. It looked like a human figure, but it gave Wang Jie a completely different feeling from that of a human being.

“I am a murderer myself, I am a hunter, there is an essential difference between that thing and a perverted murderer…”

The head slowly turned, and the thing stopped at the door of Wang Jie's house. Its face was pressed against the peephole of the security door, and its entire head seemed to be squeezing inward.

  The sound of the door panel deforming was particularly clear in the darkness. Wang Jie held his breath. It seemed that his home was not necessarily safe!

“What is that?! What happened to the neighborhood where I live?”

 …

Example looked down at his key, which had a number label on it—4441.

“You two go to this room first.” Fan Shi handed the key to Dr. Li Chengcai.

"how about you?"

 “I’m looking for Gao Ming.” Fan Fan could feel a certain call in the flesh and blood. He drank the heart blood of the flesh and blood fairy, and there was some kind of special connection with Gao Ming.

Before entering Xiang Shengyong's apartment, he looked everywhere for Gao Ming's figure, but he had no clue. What he didn't expect was that after entering the apartment building, a call from flesh and blood suddenly appeared. This could only mean one thing - Gao Ming had entered Xiangshengyong's apartment in advance before the investigation bureau arrived.

 (End of this chapter)