Strange game designer

Chapter 360 The painter has a good life?

"Grandma's target is me, you can't lure her away." Xuerou Gaoming had prayer words all over his body, and he grabbed his school bag: "You hide aside first, I will lure her into the house, you run away first."

 Opening the window, Liu Yi found a sheet and tied it to the window frame as quickly as possible: "I'll try to see if I can enter other rooms this way."

"Hey!" Neither Gaoming nor Liu Yi expected Liu Yi to be so powerful. Before they could react, Liu Yi had already grabbed the sheets and started to pull them down. She kicked the window downstairs: "It seems like it can't be opened. ?”

"Good luck! I'm home! Come home with me!" Grandma's voice became more and more shrill, as if a knife was scratching her heart, which made people's hair stand on end.

 The door panel was flapped again and again, and it might be forced open at any time.

While several people in the room were rushing around anxiously, it was extremely quiet deep in the corridor. Gao Ming in other rooms seemed to be paying attention to the situation here through the door panel.

"The old thing was attracted. The last room should be empty." There was a slight sound from the door diagonally opposite to the last room, and the door was quietly opened.

 There was a strong smell of paint in room 0715. A man in school uniform, Gao Ming, stood at the crack of the door, observing the outside.

His schoolbag is stuffed with brushes and paints, and his originally clean school uniform is full of colors and absurd and weird paintings.

With a gentle smile on his face, Gaoming's eyes slowly narrowed. He was extremely happy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise: "They really blended together! So am I Gaoming now? Or is it Xia Yang? ?Ha ha ha ha!"

The painter pushed open the door panel little by little. His room was essentially different from other rooms. Two different decoration styles were forcibly spliced ​​together. The walls, floor and ceiling were covered with weird portraits.

"That clay sculpture divided Gao Ming's past and memory, and counted me as one of them. How could I let go of this rare opportunity? Maybe I can become the real Gao Ming this time!" Eyes narrowed, the painter Gao Holding back his restless heart, he looked at the last room: "The clay sculpture alone suppressed something. What secrets are hidden in that room?"

Grandma has left the room. The painter Gao Ming put on his schoolbag and quietly walked into the last room.

 Compared with other high-profile people, it is no longer a question of whether he is brave or not, he is a complete madman.

Stepping on the broken talisman paper on the ground, the painter walked quickly through the living room. He glanced briefly, then locked the target and went straight to the bedroom.

There are clear footprints and handprints in the white rice on the ground, and the red rope above the head will vibrate whenever you get close to it, making the bell ring.

The painter Gao Ming was extremely decisive and rushed to the bedroom without stopping.

 “Show me what you’re hiding!”

 Pushing open the doors of the two bedrooms, Gao Ming’s bedroom was occupied by huge eyes and erect ears, and the scarred flesh and blood heart was on the ground.

“Both of his hearts were trapped, and the Flesh Fairy was ripped out! Doesn’t this mean that I also have a chance to possess the Flesh Fairy!” The painter Gao Ming’s eyes turned red, and he turned around and entered his grandma’s bedroom again.

The chair fell to the ground, and there were broken ropes all over the ground. The painter Gao Ming looked around, and his eyes finally stopped on the altar table: "It's that clay sculpture! The clay sculpture that suppressed Gao Ming and forced him to worship and pray for blessings day and night!"

He rushed to the altar table as fast as he could, and grabbed the clay sculpture with all his might. But what he didn't expect was that countless bloodshot threads gushed out from under the clay sculpture. Those bloodshot threads penetrated into the wall and were connected to the entire apartment building. "A blood-red thread of faith? It seems that you have been killing many people to fight for faith." The painter Gao Ming heard his grandma's violent scream outside the corridor and felt something bad. It seemed that as long as he touched the clay sculpture, his grandma would feel something. .

"Oops!" The painter raised his brush. The painter Gao Ming dipped the "paint" prepared in advance and used the pen in his hand as a knife to cut off the sticky blood-colored thread: "It has been too affected. My His abilities are also limited. What is the origin of this god? "

Hold up the clay sculpture, Gao Ming, the painter, didn't care about anything else and rushed towards the living room at full speed.

 Grandma in the corridor went completely crazy. She was covered in corpse spots, dressed in bright red clothes, and ran towards the end of the corridor like a wild animal.

 When the painter Gaoming rushed out of the room, his grandma was only a few meters away from him.

 “It’s really difficult!”

Turning around and rushing into the corridor, the painter Gao Ming stuffed the clay sculpture into his schoolbag and rushed downstairs.

As he kept going down, the floors began to change, and the shadows sometimes gathered and sometimes dissipated. The clay sculpture in his hand seemed to be able to help him break through the rules and restrictions in the building!

Grandma’s angry roar could be heard far away in the dilapidated corridor, and the Kaitan players and members of the Investigation Bureau who had previously entered various rooms were also alerted.

When the painter Gao Ming and his grandmother passed by a certain corridor on the sixth floor, all the rules in a certain area collapsed, and the walls and corridors slowly returned to normal. A middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a security officer from the Bureau of Investigation opened the door. A face with Chinese characters and eyes as deep as the stars.

"Good luck?" Wan Jie was the first of all the security personnel to leave the room. He could feel that his memory was passing by with time. If this continues, he would forget everything and be left behind by this abnormal incident forever. among.

In order to avoid the worst situation, he kept his "gift" and began to study the rules of the building and explore various clues. But who would have thought that the painter Gao Ming would appear at this moment.

"Xiangshengyong apartment is shrouded in certain rules. Ghosts break the walls and the floors circulate endlessly. Each room can be moved at will. It is arranged like a maze. There is no way to escape..." Characters appeared in Wan Jie's eyes: "Why can he Move freely? Still find the right way?”

Wan Jie was not in a hurry to join his men and followed his grandma cautiously.

 As more and more people enter the apartments, so does crisis and chaos.

At the door of room 0715, Flesh Gao Ming and "Bad" Gao Ming quietly opened the door. After seeing grandma leaving, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s so scary. How did you live in the same house with her?” Bad Gao Ming also carried his schoolbag.

"There is a Gao Ming who sacrificed his life to help us lure grandma away." The flesh and blood Gao Ming looked at Liu Yihe behind him and said: "We can't waste the opportunity he created with his life. You should go to the station as soon as possible!"

 “Aren’t you going?” Example was a little surprised.

"Grandma can sense my position. After she kills that high life, she will come back sooner or later." The flesh and blood high life thought very clearly: "I will take another road to help you lure her away."

 (End of this chapter)