Strange game designer

Chapter 352 Life is like countless different rooms



His heart was beating fast. Ever since he entered Xiangshengyong's apartment, he had felt the call of the Flesh Fairy. He was very anxious, as if Gao Ming was in trouble.

"Gao Ming needs me now, but even he can't solve the problem. Can I help?" Fan Yan knew that he was far less powerful than Gao Ming, but he didn't think too much and ran resolutely in the corridor.

Xiang Shengyong’s apartment was not big, but what puzzled Fan Fan was that he actually got lost while running.

"I seem to have been on this floor..." The shadows were approaching like a tide, and Fan Fan felt that something very dangerous was approaching. Reason told him that if he didn't hide in the room immediately, he would probably die; but emotionally, he felt Finding a high life is more important.

Hutching his racing heart, Fan Bian glanced back. The corridor filled with various debris was shrouded in darkness, and all the voice-activated lights that were on just now were turned off.

Intermittent voices came from the walkie-talkie. Dr. Li and Ouyang Susu seemed to be calling his name. After a few seconds, the voices of the two teammates were distorted and completely inaudible.

The example turned off the intercom, and no longer paid attention to the surroundings. He did not enter any room, and he felt the flesh and fleshy fairy.

 In this chaotic city, trust is more precious than diamonds. If other people come here, they will more or less think about themselves. Example is indeed an exception.

Many things in his mind were disappearing, and Shi Fan left everything to the voice in his flesh and blood. He didn’t know how long he had been running. There was no one around him, and all the sounds had disappeared.

 The shadow behind him was getting closer and closer, and his legs became heavy, but Shi Fan felt that he was already very close to the flesh and blood fairy.

He ran up with all his strength and crossed the steps. After entering the new floor, the call of the Flesh Fairy became confusing and intense.

“Gao Ming should be on this floor!”

Looking up at the house number, Fan Fan was slightly startled. All the room doors on this floor had the same house number - 0715.

The house numbers are the same, but the door panels are different. Some have small advertisements posted, some have been replaced with metal security doors, some have newspaper boxes nailed next to them and milk placed at the door. The most bizarre room at the end of the corridor has that door. It was densely covered with charms.

 The thing hiding in the shadows behind him was about to come over. Under the pressure of death, Fan Fan didn't care about anything else. He knocked on the door and shouted Gaoming's name.

No one answered, and he fled in the corridor until he shook the door handle of the fourth room and accidentally discovered that the door was unlocked.

Without hesitation, Shi Yan stepped into the house and closed the door.

He leaned against the door panel, gasping for air. Before he could recover, his entire face was so frightened that the color turned pale.

 “High life?!”

In the center of the neatly tidied living room, wires were entangled and hanging from the roof. They strangled Gao Ming's neck in circles and hung him in the room wearing a high school uniform.

Hurrying forward quickly, Banshi hugged Gao Ming's legs and pushed him up. Unfortunately, Gao Ming's body had lost all temperature and was like an ice cube.

 It turns out that the dead are so heavy...

 Find a kitchen knife, cut the wires, and laid Gaoming's body flat on the ground. He was so panicked and frightened that he didn't even have time to feel sad.

 “Am I late?” Fan tried to give Gao Ming first aid, but to no avail. There was a corpse in the living room, and Gao Ming had been dead for some time. "He is the founder of the Dead Water Forum and the strongest ghost story player. How could he die like this? This should be my hallucination, a suspended animation?" Fan Xian calmed himself down. He observed carefully and found that the dead Gao Ming was the same as in his impression. Gao Ming was different. This corpse was very young. It was wearing a high school uniform, and its body and face were exactly that of a high school student.

 “High life in high school?”

His eyes were wide open, his tongue was stuck in his mouth, and Gao Ming's expression was a bit scary.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Fan Yan closed Gao Ming's eyelids. He also found other scars on Gao Ming's body, most of which were skin injuries: "Suicide by hanging? In my impression, Gao Ming would never do such a thing. Something! Did I miss something?”

Walking around the living room, Fan Fan found a divorce certificate thrown in the trash can and a torn mental illness appraisal report. Gao Ming's father suffered from a hereditary mental illness and would become violent and irritable when stimulated. Sometimes it will be extremely fragile and collapse. Gao Ming himself also has such a problem, but it's not obvious yet.

“His parents are divorced? Neither party cares about him. Is he the only one in the family?”

 Entering the bedroom, Fan Fan saw neat bookshelves, all items were neatly placed, and the floor was very clean. Gao Ming, who was in high school, seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia.

 Opening the drawer, Fan Fan took out Gao Ming's previous certificates and the results of several recent mock exams: "The test scores have been declining. Did something happen to him?"

 Continuing to rummage, Fan Fan found a torn diary in Gao Ming's schoolbag that had been slashed with a knife, and found a muddy school uniform under the bed.

"Bullying?" Every page in the diary was cruel, making Example clenched his fists when he read it: "No one in his class can speak up for him?"

　　Reading page after page, until July 14th, Gao Ming and his class were preparing to take the bus to participate in some group activities the next day, but Gao Ming couldn't bear it anymore.

 He did not die from bullying, but because he could not find any reason to live and left without even writing a suicide note.

"Is this Gao Ming's high school life? Spending every day in pain, home is no longer a harbor, but another nest of despair." Fan Fan put the diary into his pocket: "If this is Gao Ming's memory, Then he should have died in high school. What I saw at the electric power supply house... was it a ghost? "

Stepping out of the bedroom, Fan suddenly found the corpse on the living room floor with eyes wide open, as if he was still staring at death.

 “Didn’t I close it for him just now?”

 I’m not afraid of being alone with a corpse. The problem is that the corpse seems to be looking at me.

"The house numbers of all the rooms on this floor are 0715. What is the special meaning of this house number? The call of the Flesh Fairy seems to be coming from other rooms." Fan did not dare to stay in this room for too long. He waited When it gets quiet outside, quietly open the door.

"The monster should have left." Xian entered the corridor and tried to knock on the door of the room opposite: "Is anyone home?"

After a long time, footsteps were heard in the house, and the door was opened a crack from the inside.

 “Who are you looking for?”

Hearing that familiar voice, Fan Fan was completely confused. He looked at the other party in a daze.

Gao Ming, wearing school uniform, stood at the door, looking at the example with the same puzzlement.

“There is a high-profile person in every room? But why is he always in high school?”

 (End of this chapter)