Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 364 I Want to Save All of Myself

"I'm far from perfect." Tong Ping Gao Ming smiled bitterly. His father and mother were very ordinary and they would sometimes quarrel over trivial matters. He himself had average grades and was the type who could neither lie flat nor roll up. He felt that he would remain ordinary all his life.

The kindhearted Gao Ming carried the body of the suicide Gao Ming and walked out of the room.

The feeling of carrying a living person and carrying a dead person are completely different. Those who often carry corpses know that corpses are very heavy, but Shanshan Gaoming did not feel too tired.

"Not only is he smart, but he also has such good physical fitness?" Ordinary Gaoming followed behind with two schoolbags. He had the same facial features as Kind Gaoming, but he felt that the other person was much more handsome than him: "Maybe this is a person with a cleaner magnetic field? I feel inexplicably comfortable staying with him."

"Leave this floor before the voice-activated light goes out, quickly!" Shanshan Gaoming seized the opportunity and began to run wildly with the corpse on his back: "Follow me! I saw how others left through the crack in the door before!"

The kind-hearted Gao Ming was really a good person. He did not hide the secret but ran and shouted in the corridor, telling the Gao Mings in other rooms the escape method that he had secretly seen.

Whether you are willing to leave is one thing, and whether you can leave is another. Kindness and high destiny do not ask for anything in return, and provide everyone with a new choice free of charge.

In thirty seconds, before the voice-activated lights went out again, they ran out of the corridor and into the dilapidated staircase.

The smell in the air changed, and Tongmao felt as if he had swam out of the deep sea, and the uncomfortable feeling that made him feel much less.

Looking up, they saw that the corridor had changed and the floor they were on had disappeared.

"The floor with all rooms 0715 is considered a hidden floor in this apartment." The kind-hearted Gao Ming panted. He never let go of the corpse from beginning to end: "There should be a Gao Ming living in each room. We should be different choices of one person, and we were separated and imprisoned on that floor by the bad guys."

"Why do I feel like you're not afraid at all?" The cold sweat on Tonghu Gaoming's back hadn't dried yet, and he didn't dare to get close to places without lights.

"I'm actually quite scared too, but I think since the bad guy has separated us and imprisoned us, it means he can't deal with us as a whole." Kind Gao Ming was very optimistic: "After we find a way to escape from the apartment, you leave first, and I'll come back later."

"Are you crazy? Why did you come back?" Ordinary high-level people couldn't understand.

"I want to rescue the Gao Ming in other rooms as well." The kind-hearted Gao Ming continued to walk downstairs with the body on his back: "The elevator seems to be out of order. Let's take the stairs."

"There are traces of blood on the ground. The ghost must have left from here..." The kind-hearted Gao Ming slowed down. They were now walking on the escape route of the painter Gao Ming. At this time, Wan Jie was running upstairs with the clay sculpture. The residents and outsiders in the building who had been disturbed by the clay sculpture were also hesitating whether to go out.

After walking down two floors, the ordinary high-life heart beat faster and faster, which even affected his breathing.

"No, let's take another route." He held on to the rusty guardrail and stopped where he was, as if he was afraid of heights.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Shanliang Gao Ming hurried over to check. After the two of them delayed for more than ten seconds, a suppressed roar suddenly came from the room at the corner downstairs.

"It hurts too much. I can't bear it anymore, bastards! I should just kill you all!" The door was scratched by fingernails, and a voice that Gao Ming found familiar came from inside the room.

"Yuan Hui is crying? This is the voice of our squad leader!" The Kind High Fate and the Ordinary High Fate looked at each other. "How about I go and take a look?"

Just as Kind Gao Ming was about to stand up, Ordinary Gao Ming grabbed his hand and said, "I don't know why I'm so panicked! It's very dangerous here. If we continue to stay here, something bad might happen. We have to retreat!"

"The exit is downstairs, how can you go upstairs?" The kind-hearted Gao Ming listened to Yuan Hui's screams and couldn't bear it: "Take the body and find a room to hide first. I'll go check and be back soon."

Seeing that the kind-hearted Gao Ming had made up his mind, the ordinary Gao Ming didn't say anything. He dragged the corpse back and searched for a long time before he found a room with an unlocked door.

"Yuan Hui? Is that you?" The kind-hearted Gao Ming walked slowly in the corridor. The strange thing was that after hearing his voice, Yuan Hui seemed to stop screaming and wailing immediately.

"Sergeant? You are also trapped in the building? Why does your voice sound a little hoarse?" Shanliang Gao Ming also realized that something was wrong, and he stopped three meters away from the door.

crunch...

The door was slowly pushed open, and an arm covered in blood was tightly grasping the door.

"You call me squad leader? You actually still call me squad leader?" Yuan Hui's crazy voice reached the kind-hearted Gao Ming's ears. He seemed to be enduring unspeakable pain and walked out of the house with hatred.

There was a long cut on the bloody arm, and fragments of a posthumous photo were trying hard to drill into Yuan Hui's flesh. Half of his face was full of pits and pits, as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and the original ghost pattern disappeared.

Seeing Yuan Hui like this, Shanda Gao Ming was so scared that he took a step back: "Squad leader, why did you become like this?"

"Why did I become like this?" Yuan Hui stared at Gao Ming fiercely. He stretched out his hand to the wound, scratching the flesh, but he couldn't grab the fragment of the portrait: "I became like this... It's all because of you!"

"I?"

"Stop pretending to be innocent and wearing our high school uniform. Your fake concern makes me want to vomit!" The ghost pattern that Yuan Hui relied on the most was suppressed by the "god" in the apartment building. He now looked more like a crazy murderer than a security guard of the Investigation Bureau: "When I was in school, you were the one I hated the most."

"Calm down, are you possessed by a ghost?" The kind-hearted Gao Ming didn't understand why his classmate and good roommate had become like this.

"Possessed by a ghost?" Yuan Hui, who had just lost his ghost pattern, was hurt again by Gao Ming's words: "We are in the same dormitory, but you always isolate me. Wang Jie's family is rich and powerful, which makes me embarrassed; Xi Shan is pursued by so many girls, and he looks down on me from the bottom of his heart; what about you? You have nothing, and you have a cold face every day, what are you pretending to be!"

"I don't have any bad intentions. If I made you feel uncomfortable, I can apologize." The kind-hearted Gao Ming stepped back again: "We are all in the same dormitory. No matter what, there is no need to hurt others!"

"Don't you think it's necessary?" Yuan Hui raised his bloody arm: "The person I love the most and the person who loves me the most, they were killed because of you, because of you ghost story players!"

"Are you crazy? What are you talking about?" The kind-hearted Yuan Hui in Gao Ming's impression was completely different from the hysterical madman in front of him.

(End of this chapter)