Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 352 Life is a Countless Different Rooms

Fan Shi was not interested in the investigation bureau's big screening. He came here because his savior Gao Ming asked him to come here, that's all.

His heart was pounding. Ever since he entered Xiangshengyong Apartment, he had felt the call of the Blood and Flesh Immortal. He was very anxious, as if Gao Ming was in trouble.

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

Xiangshengyong Apartment is not big, but what puzzled Fanli was that he got lost while running.

"I seem to have been to this floor before..." The shadows were approaching like a tide, and Fan Ban felt that something very dangerous was approaching. His mind told him that if he didn't hide in the room immediately, he would probably die; but emotionally speaking, he felt that finding Gao Ming was more important.

Holding his pounding heart, Fan Li looked back and saw that the corridor where all kinds of debris were piled was shrouded in darkness, and the voice-controlled lights that were on just now were all off.

There were intermittent voices coming from the intercom. Doctor Li and Ouyang Susu seemed to be calling his name. After a few seconds, the voices of the two teammates became distorted and completely inaudible.

Fanli turned off the intercom and no longer paid attention to his surroundings. He did not enter any room and focused his whole body and soul on sensing the Flesh and Blood Immortal.

In this chaotic city, trust is more precious than diamonds. If other people came here, they would more or less consider themselves. Fan is indeed an exception.

Many things in his mind were disappearing, and 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 were getting heavy, but Fanli felt that he was very close to the Flesh and Blood Immortal.

He ran upstairs desperately, stepped over the stairs, and after entering a new floor, the call of the Flesh and Blood Immortal became chaotic and intense.

"Gao Ming should be on this floor!"

Looking up at the house number, Fan Li was slightly stunned. 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 on them, some have been replaced with metal security doors, some have newspaper boxes nailed next to them and milk placed at the door. The strangest room is at the end of the corridor, and the door is covered with talismans.

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

No one answered, so he fled down the corridor until he tried the doorknob of the fourth room and unexpectedly discovered that the door was not locked.

Without hesitation, Fan stepped into the house and closed the door.

He leaned against the door, gasping for breath. Before he could come to his senses, his face had turned pale with fright.

"High destiny?!"

In the middle of the very tidy living room, tangled electric wires hung from the roof, strangling Gao Ming's neck and hanging him in the room while he was wearing a high school uniform.

Rushing forward quickly, Fan Li hugged Gao Ming's legs and pushed him up, but unfortunately Gao Ming's body had lost all temperature and was like an ice cube.

The dead are so heavy...

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

"Am I too late?" Fanli tried to give Gao Ming first aid, but it was useless. There was a corpse in the living room. Gao Ming had been dead for some time. "He was the founder of the Dead Water Forum and the strongest ghost story player. How could he die like this? This must be my hallucination, a fake death?" Fanli calmed himself down. He observed carefully and found that the dead Gao Ming was not the same as the Gao Ming he remembered. This corpse was very young. It was wearing a high school uniform, and its physical condition and facial features were completely that of a high school student.

"High life in high school?"

With his eyes wide open and his tongue stuck in his mouth, Gao Ming's expression was a little terrifying.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Fan Li closed Gao Ming's eyelids. He also found other scars on Gao Ming's body, most of which were superficial injuries: "Hanging himself? I have the impression that Gao Ming would never do such a thing! Did I miss something?"

Walking around the living room, Fan Shi found a divorce certificate thrown into the trash can and a torn mental illness report. Gao Ming's father suffered from a hereditary mental illness, and would become violent and irritable after being stimulated, and sometimes extremely fragile and collapsed. Gao Ming himself also had such a problem, but it was not obvious yet.

"His parents are divorced? Both of them don't care about him. Is he the only one in the family?"

Entering the bedroom, Fanli saw neatly arranged bookshelves. All items were neatly placed and the floor was very clean. It seemed that Gao Ming had obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia when he was in high school.

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

Continuing to search, Fan Li found a torn diary in Gao Ming's schoolbag that was cut by a knife, and also found a muddy school uniform under the bed.

"Bullying?" Every page of the diary was cruel, and Fanli clenched his fists as he read it: "Is there no one in their class who speaks up for him?"

Flipping through the pages, until July 14, when Gao Ming and his class were preparing to take a bus to attend some group activity the next day, Gao Ming could no longer bear it.

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

"Is this Gao Ming's high school life? He spent every day in agony, and home was no longer a haven, but another nest of despair." Fanli put the diary into his pocket: "If this is Gao Ming's memory, then he should have died in high school. What I saw in the power supply family compound before... was it a ghost? Gao Ming is a ghost?"

Walking out of the bedroom, Fan Li suddenly found the corpse on the living room floor with eyes wide open, as if he died with his eyes open.

"Didn't I just close it for him?"

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

"The house number of all the rooms on this floor is 0715. What special meaning does this house number have? The call of the Flesh and Blood Immortal seems to be constantly coming from other rooms." Fan Li didn't dare to stay in this room for too long. He waited until it became quiet outside and quietly opened the door.

"That monster should have left." Fanli walked into the corridor and knocked 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 Li was completely confused and he looked at the other person in a daze.

Gao Ming, wearing school uniform, stood at the door and looked at Fan Li with a puzzled look.

"There's a Gao Ming in every room? But why are they all him from high school?"

(End of this chapter)