Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 372 Cursed Wizards
"Impossible! Gao Ming should be dead! This corpse is attracting Gao Ming's portrait. This corpse is Gao Ming's!" Yuan Hui blurted out loudly. It was not that he could not control his emotions, but the scene before him was too unbelievable.

The God Jingtuo and the Investigation Bureau explained clearly that only corpses with high destiny can attract the posthumous portrait. What went wrong?
"What are you shouting for?" Painter Gao Ming didn't know what Yuan Hui had done. He just felt that Yuan Hui was standing in the middle, blocking him from talking to Zhuo Jun.

His arrogant and completely contemptuous attitude was seen by everyone around him.

"Gao Ming is not dead? Is the body fake?"

"I knew that the Deadwater Forum was a very deep place. None of those guys in Class 13 are easy to deal with."

"How did such a thing sneak into the security department of the Investigation Bureau? It seems that they have connections everywhere."

The discussion became noticeably louder. After the appearance of Gao Ming, the ghost story players seemed to have found their backbone and were no longer afraid of the Investigation Bureau.

"Gao Ming is dead, you are not Gao Ming! Tell me! Who are you?" Yuan Hui couldn't accept this fact. He recalled what he had just said and his face turned red. How much he enjoyed it before, how much he felt uncomfortable now.

The painter Gao Ming is different from other Gao Mings. His inner self is indeed not Gao Ming but Xia Yang, but only he knows this secret.

Hearing Yuan Hui's sure question, the painter Gao Ming narrowed his eyes, and murderous intent emerged from the depths of his pupils, but the smile on his face became gentler: "I'm not Gao Ming, are you?"

Stepping forward, the painter Gao Ming's ability was also suppressed by the clay sculpture. He could not draw Yuan Hui's complete appearance, but only part of his body.

Just as the painter Gao Ming was thinking about which organ of Yuan Hui to paint, a ghost story player in the crowd took off his hat and mask. He took out a white student union armband from his schoolbag, put it on, and walked to the center of the corridor hall holding a lamp.

The first bird to stick its head out gets shot, and everyone is hiding in the corners. The actions of this ghost story player instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The voice-controlled light went out at this time, and the lamp in the hands of the ghost story player became the only source of light.

"Time is limited, so we won't wait for others." The ghost story player slowly raised his drooping head. His face made the people around him gasp. There were a lot of traces of stitching on that face, as if it was made up of many faces pieced together.

His eyes, with completely different pupil colors, scanned everyone. His crooked lips trembled and opened: "I am Gao Yun, but this body does not belong to me. It is just a bait used to fish for the 'past'."

The sound coming out of the weirdo's mouth was exactly the same as the sound on the radio in the building, but his appearance was too scary and people dared not look directly at him.

"The core of this abnormal incident is two clay sculptures. One is called the past, and its ability is related to memory; the other is called the future, and its ability is related to time. The two work together to create the current situation."

"Everyone is trapped inside the building, and their memories and abilities are constantly being taken away, until they forget themselves in the end."

Gao Yun's words made people despair, but some people did not believe it. Fan Li raised his hand and asked, "If God is omnipotent, they will not be killed. There should be a way to deal with them, right?" "Memory and time have betrayed us and stood on the side of God. However, if those two clay sculptures want to use their abilities continuously, it will also consume a lot of faith. The first thing we have to do is to curse the gods and not pray for God's forgiveness because of fear and terror." As soon as Gao Yun's voice fell, the painter Gao Ming laughed.

"If you don't know what 'God' looks like, I can help you." With paint and blood stains on the ground, painter Gao Ming painted the clay sculpture on the wall of the corridor.

"All disasters are caused by it. Curse it with your most evil thoughts and abilities."

There was no need for Gao Yun and the painter Gao Ming to say anything more, as the surrounding ghost story players and investigators had already begun to take action. They were filled with resentment and had no place to vent it. Verbal curses were only the most basic means. Everyone had unique insights on how to bring down others, and they used their best abilities to pollute the faith in clay sculptures.

The clay sculptures on the walls gradually turned black, the pigments were rotting and stinking, and the evil and hatred in the hearts of the people seemed to have really had an impact on the "God".

Gao Yun glanced at the painter Gao Ming a few more times, and only continued speaking after confirming some things.

"Cut off the faith is the first step. Then we have to kill the incarnation of God's mind." A piece of skin on Gao Yun's face broke off. He didn't care at all. He just covered his face with his hands. "There are two monsters in the building. One is called the past, and the other is called the future."

"What happened in the past cannot be changed. Those who were eaten by it will never come back, but it cannot expel those who have been eaten." Gao Yun covered the sutures on his face that were about to break. "The way to kill the past is very simple. I need you to lure it over here and let it eat my body."

Let it eat you?

Such an outrageous request left everyone present at a loss, and Gao Yun seemed to have been prepared for it in advance.

"This body is stitched with all the bad things I've seen in the past. The resentment and despair have turned into soul poison." Gao Yun didn't continue to explain: "As for the future, I haven't found a way to kill it. But I hope you remember, what is the future? As long as you don't believe in it, the future will never come."

"The past is real, the future is illusory. If everyone of you is not afraid of the future and does not have a sense of terror, the future will not lead you to death."

The abnormal events in Xiangshengyong Apartment cannot be ended by individual efforts, because everyone in the building may be used by the "clay sculpture", and at least half of the residents must be united to have a chance of escaping.

"Killing the two incarnations of 'God' of the past and the future is equivalent to blinding the eyes of 'God'. We need to find the real exit before the new past and future appear." Gao Yun has told everyone the plan. Most of the ghost story players are willing to cooperate, but there are also voices of opposition.

"After all this talk, you still don't know where the real exit is?" Zhuo Jun took out a strange-shaped knife from his clothes. "This is the first time for everyone to enter this abnormal incident. I'm curious how you know this information? Why should we believe you? What if you are a trap set by God?"

"Before the General Administration's screening began, Gao Ming, the founder of the Dead Water Forum, found me. He and the student union members entered here last night." Gao Yun stared at Zhuo Jun silently: "I won't force you to follow my advice. Anyway, even if you leave alive, I will kill you in reality. After all, you put in a lot of effort to trick me back to the death bus."

(End of this chapter)