Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 360 Painter Gao Ming?

"Grandma's target is me, you can't lead her away." Bloody Gao Ming was covered in prayer words, he grabbed his schoolbag tightly: "You guys hide aside first, I'll lead her into the house, you guys run first."

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

"Hey!" The two high-ranking officials didn't expect Liu Yi to be so agile. Before they could react, Liu Yi had already grabbed the bed sheet and started to move down. She kicked the window downstairs: "It seems that I can't open it?"

"Gao Ming! Go home! Come home with me!" Grandma's voice became more and more shrill, as if a knife was scraping against the heart, making people shudder.

The door panel was slapped again and again, and it might be broken open at any time.

While several people in the room were running around in a hurry, the deep corridor was exceptionally quiet. Gao Ming in other rooms seemed to be paying attention to the situation here through the door.

"The old guy has been attracted over there. The last room should be empty." A slight sound was heard from the door diagonally opposite the last room, and the door was opened silently.

There was a strong smell of paint coming out of the room 0715. A Gao Ming in school uniform was standing in the crack of the door, observing the outside.

His schoolbag was stuffed with paintbrushes and paints, and his originally clean school uniform was covered with colors and absurd and weird paintings.

With a gentle smile on his face, Gao Ming's eyes slowly narrowed. He was extremely happy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising: "We really merged together! So am I Gao Ming now? Or am I Xia Yang? Hahahaha!"

The painter Gao Ming pushed open the door little by little. His room was fundamentally different from the other rooms. Two different decoration styles were forcibly spliced ​​together, and the walls, floors and ceilings were covered with strange human portraits.

"That clay sculpture divides Gao Ming's past and memories, and counts me as one of them. How can I let go of this rare opportunity? This time, I may be able to become a real Gao Ming!" Painter Gao Ming narrowed his eyes and suppressed his restless heart. He looked at the last room: "The clay sculpture alone suppressed something. What secrets are hidden in that room?"

Grandma had left the room. Painter Gao Ming put on his schoolbag and quietly walked into the last room.

Compared with other high-ranking beings, it’s not a question of whether he’s brave or not, he’s a complete madman.

Stepping on the broken talisman papers on the ground, the painter Gao Ming walked quickly through the living room. He took a quick glance, then locked his target and went straight to the bedroom.

There were clear footprints and handprints in the white rice on the ground. The red rope above the head would shake as long as you got close to it, making the bell make a sound.

The painter Gao Ming was extremely decisive. He rushed into the bedroom without stopping.

"Let me see what you are hiding!"

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

"Both of his hearts are trapped, and the Flesh and Blood Immortal has been stripped out! Doesn't this mean that I also have a chance to possess the Flesh and Blood Immortal!" The painter Gao Ming's eyes turned red, and he turned around and went back into his grandmother's bedroom.

The chair fell to the ground, and the ground was covered with broken ropes. The painter Gao Ming looked around, and finally his eyes stopped on the altar: "It's that clay sculpture! The clay sculpture that suppressed Gao Ming and forced him to worship and pray day and night!"

Rushing to the altar at the fastest speed, the painter Gao Ming grabbed the clay sculpture, but what he didn't expect was that countless blood threads flowed out from under the clay sculpture, and those blood threads penetrated into the wall and connected to the entire apartment building. "Blood-red threads of faith? It seems that you have killed a lot to fight for faith." Painter Gao Ming heard the grandmother's violent scream outside the corridor, and suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed that as long as he touched the clay sculpture, the grandmother would feel it.

"Oh no!" The painter Gao Ming raised his brush and dipped it into the "paint" he had prepared in advance. He used the brush in his hand as a knife to cut off the sticky bloody thread. "I have been greatly affected and my abilities have been restricted. Who is this god?"

Picking up the clay sculpture, painter Gao Ming ignored everything and rushed to the living room at full speed.

The grandma in the corridor went completely crazy. She was covered with corpse spots and wearing bright red clothes. She ran towards the end of the corridor like a wild beast.

When the painter Gao Ming rushed out of the room, his grandmother was only a few meters away from him.

"It's so difficult!"

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

He continued to go down, the floors began to change, shadows sometimes gathered and sometimes dissipated, and the clay sculpture in his hand seemed to help him break the rules and restrictions in the building!
Grandma's angry roar echoed far away in the dilapidated corridor, and the ghost story players and investigation bureau members who had entered the rooms earlier were also alarmed.

When the painter Gao Ming and his grandmother were passing by a corridor on the sixth floor, all the rules of a certain area collapsed, the walls and corridors slowly returned to normal, and a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of an Investigation Bureau security officer opened the door. He had a square face and eyes as deep as the stars.

"Gao Ming?" Wan Jie was the first among all the security personnel to leave the room. He could feel his memory fading away with time. If this continued, he would forget everything and be trapped in this abnormal incident forever.

In order to avoid the worst situation, he put away his "gift", began to study the rules of the building, and searched for various clues, but who would have thought that the painter Gao Ming would appear at this time.

"Xiangshengyong Apartment is shrouded by some kind of rules. There are walls and floors that loop endlessly. The rooms can be moved at will. It is arranged like a maze and there is no way to escape..." Characters appeared in Wanjie's eyes: "Why can he move freely? And he can always find the right way?"

Wanjie was not in a hurry to meet up with his men, and followed his grandmother carefully.

As more and more people moved into the apartment, crisis and chaos came with it.

At the door of Room 0715, Bloody Gao Ming and "Bad" Gao Ming quietly opened the door. After seeing grandma leave, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's scary, how come you live in the same room with her?" Buliang Gaoming also carried his schoolbag.

"A high-ranking official risked his life to help us lead grandma away." The high-ranking official looked at Liu Yi and Fan Li 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!"

"You're not going?" Fan was a little surprised.

"My grandmother can sense my location. After she kills that Gao Ming, she will come back sooner or later." The Flesh and Blood Gao Ming thought very clearly: "I will take another route and help you lead her away."

(End of this chapter)