Strange game designer

What is a person? What is a ghost?

At this moment, Gao Ming couldn't tell the difference. He was afraid of both humans and ghosts, fearing that the other would think he was a stranger.

In the past, Gao Ming only regarded the shadow world's invasion of reality as a disaster and thought that the game he made would destroy the city, but now he has other ideas in his heart.

Zhao Xi came back, and all the neighbors in the building were scared, cursing, crying, and asking for help; Congratulations also came back, but grandma was waiting for him. Even if she was confused and couldn't recognize him, she would still wait for him.

"Who's wrong?"

Congratulations let go of the old lady's hand and began to sort out the photos in the house: "We have to move faster, the building manager may come again at any time."

"Are you moving to another floor?"

"No, go hide in the room with the white lantern first. The building management there doesn't even dare to go in." Congratulations dragged out a big box and carefully put away the photos and various items: "Do you want to come together? You just said If you have a conflict with the building manager, he will most likely come to cause trouble for you."

"Then go hide first." Gao Ming had seen many rooms with red lanterns in Surabaya apartments, but he had never seen one with white lanterns.

After everything was packed up, Gongxi picked up his grandma and dragged a big box out of the room.

He looked around and saw that there was no one in the corridor, and waved to Gao Ming: "Quick! Don't let anyone see us entering the white house."

Several people quickly ran to the other side of the corridor, grabbed a large handful of paper money from the box and lit it, and then walked back and forth in the corridor with Gao Ming.

The ashes of the paper money were scattered in the shadows. When we turned back for the fourth time, a white lantern was hung in front of the door of a rental house in the middle of the corridor.

"Get in quickly!"

Pushing open the door, the biting Yin Qi seeped into his body, and Gao Ming's hair stood on end as he took in a breath of cold air.

"This seems to be the room where the murder occurred!" Zhu Miaomiao grabbed the fire ax and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Yes, it's the room where the murder occurred." Congratulations' expression became a little scary. After he entered the room, he felt much less alive and his face became pale.

Putting the box flat on the ground, he took out various tributes and placed them at the door of the bedroom. He knelt on the ground and recited very respectfully: "This house has an owner. I would like to warn everyone that you should leave when you need to, and come and go when you need to." The god of the house has returned to his place, and the idle things have been avoided, and the grains and grains have been provided for generations to come.”

After kowtowing a few times, he took out a wooden sign of congratulations and placed it in the center of the tribute.

"What are you doing in a daze? Let's worship together." Congratulations and lit a few candles: "Every household in the Surabaya apartment worshiped gods, but later they were only allowed to worship flesh and blood gods. If you dare to worship other gods in the apartment building, you will definitely suffer disaster. "

"You don't seem to be worshiping the Flesh Immortal now, right?" Zhu Miaomiao saw the name "House God" written on the wooden sign.

"The Yin House with the white lanterns is an exception. They are all families that suffered disaster because they did not worship the Flesh Fairy, so they have to worship other gods here." Before the congratulations were finished, cracks appeared on the wooden sign, and then in front of everyone His face was shattered.

The candles were extinguished, the cold wind was blowing, and the thick black cloth curtain between the living room and the bedroom slowly swayed, and a paper doll poked its head out.

When Congratulations saw this, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

The black cloth curtain fell, and there was an Eight Immortals table in the bedroom. Around the table were seven paper figures of different ages, with a bowl of red rice in front of them.

In the dark room, the paper man slowly turned his head.

It is said that paper figures have eyes but not eyes, and paper horses stand without raising their manes. Many paper makers will use needles to poke holes to replace the eyes of the paper figures, but every paper figure in this room has human eyes.

"Are we disturbing other people's dinner party?" Gao Ming moved back. He could feel that the eyes of the eight paper figures were on him!

The girl staggered out of the bedroom. She came to Gao Ming's side, put her hand into Gao Ming's pocket, and took out Bai Xiao's black ring and the amulet given by Uncle Wu.

Gao Ming didn't dare to stop him. He watched the girl take apart the amulet and shake off the fragments of photos wrapped inside.

Those torn photos seemed to be torn from a family portrait. It seemed that it was precisely because of the existence of these photos that the ordinary-looking talisman paper had a special effect.

"Is this a photo of you?" Gao Ming raised his head, and seven paper figures in the room appeared in front of him at some point, standing together like a family. There was blood-red rice stuck to the corners of their mouths, with strange expressions on their faces.

Gao Ming, who had seen many horrific scenes, felt very uncomfortable now. He felt terrified when he saw the paper man.

Throwing the amulet into the fire pot, the girl took Gao Ming's hand and entered the bedroom. There was an old man in a ragged coat hiding in the corner.

"Uncle Wu?" Gao Ming recognized the other person at a glance: "You can survive being involved in a level four abnormal event. Uncle, you really hide your secrets."

Uncle Wu wanted to pretend that he didn't know Gao Ming. The amulet he sold to Gao Ming was made by himself, and it seemed to use a photo of the deceased: "Ahem, cough, cough, you are really looking for death, and you actually ran in."

"Isn't this to save more people?" Gao Ming pulled Uncle Wu up: "You didn't tell me the truth before."

"Everything I said is true. These paper figures are the innocent souls of the family extermination case. I worship them every year, and they are also protecting me." Uncle Wu pushed Gao Ming aside: "If a dog bites Lu Dongbin, no matter what. Understand people's hearts, you guys are all lunatics who don't listen to advice."

"Have you met anyone else in the bureau?"

"He ate the meat and may have died." Uncle Wu walked to the door. There was a small altar behind him. Every year he seemed to go to the haunted house to worship the deceased. He originally did this just for peace of mind, but he didn't expect that it would save his own life after the ghost stories invaded reality.

"What is going on in this apartment building? How come some residents have deformed flesh and blood, some have turned into ghosts, and some unfaithful investigators have been treated as human sacrifices and taken to the butcher shop?" Gao Ming finally found someone who could communicate with him. He would not let Uncle Wu leave today no matter what.

"I'm unlucky to meet you." Uncle Wu wrapped himself in his shabby coat. It was very cold in the room, so he was the thickest wearing: "Come and watch this video."

He took out an old-fashioned DV from under the altar. A family of four was having a birthday party, and his father was holding a DV video. As soon as they lit the candles, there was a knock on the door.

My mother went to open the door, and then there were screams and running sounds, and the DV in my father's hand fell to the ground.

Blood flowed in the house, and a family of four fell in a pool of blood. The neighbor heard the noise and wanted to check, but the murderer ran into the neighbor's house again.

Eight members of the two families died unjustly in the apartment.

After doing all this, the frantic murderer did not flee the scene. Instead, he drew strange symbols in the house and finally committed suicide.

"The murder case? How come you have this video?" As a person who works in a prison for serious offenders, Gao Ming felt horrified when he saw the video.

"I... was patrolling that night, and when the murderer came upstairs, he happened to walk past me." Uncle Wu's eyes were full of guilt: "If I could have noticed something was wrong earlier, maybe the tragedy would not have happened."

"Then why didn't you hand this video to the police?" Gao Ming was confused.

"Keep watching." The DV was still playing. After the tragedy, the first people to arrive were not the police, but people from the Charity Federation.

As if they had predicted something like this would happen, they entered the house and took something off the murderer's body.

"This matter is related to the Charity Federation, but there is no direct evidence." Uncle Wu was very scared: "The murderer is dead and the case cannot be investigated further. If I don't take away the DV, this video will probably disappear inexplicably. You Never underestimate the influence of Hanhai Charity Federation. They have built many schools, hospitals and welfare facilities, which are the hope of countless poor people."

"The Hanhai Charity Federation did do things for the poor in the past, but that's not necessarily the case now." Gao Ming was not targeting the Charity Federation, he was targeting Situ An.

"Ever since the Surabaya apartment was repaired, the Charity Federation has been moving things inside, but most of those things are prepared for the dead." Uncle Wu was not stupid at all. He kept everything in mind. He put two red wax sticks in his heart. and four pieces of white wax placed in front of him: "The people from the Hanhai Charity Federation are raising ghosts with a purpose, and they have succeeded. The two most dangerous ghosts in this building, one is the murderer who caused the massacre, and it killed It is extremely sexual and has a heart of flesh and blood; there is also a statue of a flesh and blood fairy worshiped by the residents in the building. The clay statue has been channeled and has grown a heart made of thoughts.

"Except for those two, the residents in the building can be roughly divided into four categories." Uncle Wu took out four sticks of white wax: "The appearance is born from the heart. Under the influence of the Flesh Fairy, these four categories of residents have shown different characteristics respectively. The signs of life, death, desire, and evil.”

"The appearance of life is like you and me, outsiders who remain human; the appearance of desire is the intermediary salesman. The desires in their hearts are aroused, and their flesh and blood are different from ours. They can never leave here and can only become immortals of flesh and blood. Believers; the sign of death is that of people who are not long dead, their whole body is shrouded in shadows, and their bodies are covered with black letters. They can only survive by eating the meat on the table of the flesh and blood fairy; the last is the sign of evil, where the ghosts of many victims in the building are Trapped here, they have nowhere to go, are full of resentment, and are considered ominous.”

Uncle Wu carefully pushed Bai Wa away: "The residents of the Four Phases are not scary. I think as long as we kill the two most terrifying ghosts, we should be able to escape."

"Old man, you may have overlooked a force." Gao Ming took another piece of red wax and said, "Situ An, the vice president of Hanhai Charity Federation, is also in the building."