Strange game designer

Warm light shone on his face, and Gao Ming sat up from the bed in the special care unit.

There were all kinds of medical equipment he didn't recognize stacked up in the ward, and the corridor outside the door was guarded so that not even a mosquito could fly in.

"Your physical condition is very bad. There are dozens of large and small wounds. They have cleverly avoided your vital points. But the most important thing now is that you have irreversible lesions in your internal organs. We have tried our best. Various methods can only help you delay the arrival of death."

Doctors and nurses are on call 24 hours a day, and they usually stay in the room next to Gao Ming.

"Where is this?"

"The hospital of the Eastern District Investigation Bureau is specially used to treat investigators and security personnel injured in abnormal incidents." The doctor pressed the pager beside the bed, and a few minutes later, Chen Yuntian and several other senior officials of the Investigation Bureau entered the ward.

The doctors and nurses around him wisely left the ward and closed the door when they left.

"The investigation results of the abnormal incident in the Surabaya Apartment have come out. You should be the first to take the lead. However, I hope you can keep Situ An's matter a secret." Chen Yuntian sat next to Gao Ming: "The investigation bureau is seriously injured, and ordinary investigators If we knew that we had been used by Situ An, we might be heartbroken, and we cannot withstand internal strife."

"If you have any needs, you can tell us. During the last period of your life, we will try our best to meet all your requirements." The new director of the Eastern District has not yet been elected, and the Eastern District Investigation Bureau is temporarily supervised by people from the Hanhai General Bureau of Investigation. , the person speaking now is one of the heads of the General Bureau of Investigation.

"Approximately how long can I live?" Gao Ming looked at his arm. All those horrific wounds had been treated, but the black words drilled out of the wounds remained on his skin forever, ugly, terrifying, and like curse.

"Three days." Chen Yuntian was a little painful. He recruited Gao Ming into the investigation bureau, but now he can't do anything.

"The Shumi researchers from Xinhu may come over in the afternoon. They want to test something on you. If you allow..." the person in charge of the General Administration placed a document in front of Gao Ming: "Everything is According to your wishes."

Without touching the document, Gao Ming looked out the window: "I want to go to a place to see, I hope you won't stop me."

"Okay, you can go wherever you want. Your things are on the bed next to you." Several senior officials from the Investigation Bureau said some more words and then left.

Gao Ming himself was the only one left in the ward, and he looked out the window at the vast East District.

This is the most prosperous area in Hanhai, with tall buildings, shining neon lights, and never-ending traffic on the road, but none of this seems to have anything to do with him.

Picking up the backpack placed on the bed next to him, Gao Ming looked at the photos of the deceased. The Investigation Bureau must have studied them all, and the photos may not be a secret in the future.

Turning on his phone, Gao Ming felt that his phone was being monitored, but he didn't care and dialed his home number directly.

He looked at the photos of his parents that were full of them. The family members in the photo did not look back this time. It seemed to be just an ordinary photo, except that the cracks on the photo were a bit glaring.

"No one heard……"

After hanging up the phone, Gao Ming stared blankly at his phone. There were more than a dozen missed calls on his phone. During his coma, he was also pulled into several group chats.

By swiping the phone screen, high school classmates formed a new group. Everyone had been preparing to hold a class reunion, but it was postponed due to heavy rain.

Now that the rain has passed and the sky has cleared up, classmates who have not seen each other for a long time are chatting in the group, discussing each other's lives and their past youth.

Some of them became doctors, some got married, some became teachers, and everyone has his own life.

The gap between people is indeed greater than that between people and ghosts. The reality of the difference lies in Gao Ming. He didn't pay attention to the rapidly increasing number of group chats. Not only was there a cell phone screen between him and his classmates, there were also many things that couldn't be changed.

Clicking on the missed call, it was an unknown number. The other party made more than a dozen calls in a row, but Gao Ming had no idea of ​​calling back.

If the doctor's diagnosis is correct, he should only have three days left.

The phone vibrated, and a classmate in the class group initiated a private message to Gao Ming.

Liu Yi: "Gao Ming, I want to meet you alone."

Liu Yi: "I've played your game, and a lot of strange things have started to happen."

Without even looking at the phone, Gao Ming threw it on the hospital bed and put on the clothes sent by the investigation bureau.

The injury to his body was so serious that any movement would stretch the wound, and the severe pain caused blood to soak under the bandage.

The phone was vibrating, and Gao Ming had turned around. In the last period of his life, there was a place he had to go.

"The further I delay, the worse my health will become. The wounds in my abdomen will not heal, and my heart will beat hard."

Ever since he woke up, there seemed to be an idea in his mind urging him to enter the tunnel, and he himself was full of curiosity about that tunnel.

After walking out of the ward, Gao Ming left the hospital accompanied by the security personnel of the Investigation Bureau.

He got on the investigation bureau's special car and headed straight to the tunnel at the junction of the three cities.

If he never took another look at that tunnel, he would probably die with his eyes open.

The scenery outside the car window receded rapidly, and Gao Ming held his hands together. When he heard that he only had three days left to live, he did not feel pain or panic.

He was not thinking about death, he was just thinking about a question: "If I die, will the next person be chosen to replace me in the shadow world?"

The road to the tunnel was long, and Gao Ming had never felt that time was moving so slowly. Maybe this was also a way of retaining him from the world.

When it was getting dark, the investigation bureau's car took Gao Ming to the place, and several security personnel got out of the car.

"You want to go in with me?" Gao Ming stood at the entrance of the tunnel. The dark tunnel looked like a sea monster with its mouth open. There were too many unknowns hidden in the deep darkness.

"I also hope you can understand that the tunnel is not open to traffic yet, and we are worried that you may be in danger." The security personnel followed closely behind Gao Ming: "We will not disturb you, let alone interfere with you."

"As you wish."

Carrying his bag, Gao Ming walked forward slowly. He didn't walk very fast, but the security personnel behind him seemed unable to keep up with him.

"The temperature is starting to drop."

Breathing out a breath of cold air, Gao Ming slowed down and touched the tunnel wall with his hand, recalling little by little what happened to him on the night of the Ghost Festival.

When he left the tunnel and was rescued by Xuan Wen and returned home, he forgot something very crucial. Xuan Wen said that he saw a scene that was too terrifying, so his brain forced him to lose his memory in order to protect itself.

Later, the Flesh Fairy's desire to see him clearly occupied his eyes and heart. At that moment, with the help of the Flesh Fairy's power, he finally saw part of the forgotten scene.

"Almost there, it seems to be right in front."

The sun has set and darkness has fallen. There is no light in the tunnel and there is no exit in sight.

Water drops fell on his sleeves, and there was a voice in Gao Ming's head that kept telling him to move forward. It seemed that he was destined to return to this tunnel again.

"It feels very strange, who is calling me?"

He didn't know how long he had been walking. Normally, he should have walked out of the tunnel, but it was still pitch black ahead.

All roads have their own end, unless this road does not lead to the future.

Gao Ming turned around, but the footsteps behind him had long since disappeared, and the security personnel who followed him in had disappeared at some point.

He was alone in front and behind, but Gao Ming didn't feel scared at all. He seemed to be used to this.

The voice in his mind became clearer and clearer. Gao Ming closed his remaining eyes. He put down all his guard and followed the guidance of the voice wholeheartedly, moving forward in the darkness.

The road under his feet was no longer smooth, and he vaguely heard more sounds.

Continuing to move forward, Gao Ming suddenly felt a drop of water touching his palm.

That's right, the water drops don't fall from a high place, they seem to rise from the ground.

He pressed his fingers against the wall and waved slowly. The touch of flesh and blood came from his fingertips, as if he had touched a human face.

Opening his eyes, Gao Ming saw corpses embedded in the tunnel walls, and the faces were all those of himself who died tragically!