Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 376 The Car That Passed By
The team leader spat out a large mouthful of blood. Most of his hair had turned white, the wrinkles on his face had deepened a lot, and the ghost lines on his skin were so light that they were almost invisible.

"What did you encounter behind the door?" Liu Yi wanted to know the answer.

"What appears behind the door seems to vary from person to person. When I first entered, I saw corridors that collapsed and turned into offices." A team leader tried to explain, "Those corridors were hung with parts drawings and honors for model workers. These scenes should be generated based on Lao Sun's memory and represent his past. The office that appeared behind it belongs to my past."

"Did you find the exit inside?" The ghost story players around were more concerned about this.

"I didn't have time to look for them. People in every office were calling my name. They needed me to do all kinds of things. Those were all the things that disgusted and annoyed me the most in the past." The team leader wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I played the forbidden game because I was fed up with the oppressive and painful life in the past! That's why I became the disgusting person I am now!"

The past is not necessarily full of despair, but the past behind this door in the building seems to be full of pain.

"You are more trustworthy and reliable than most investigators." Shanda Gaoming supported the team leader. He had not yet distinguished the difference between security personnel and investigators: "I have never found you annoying."

After being tortured by the past, a team leader suddenly heard these words from the kind-hearted Gao Ming, and a trace of warmth flowed through his heart, but the positions of both sides were destined to be hostile.

"At the end of all the offices, there is something very important calling me, but if I want to get it, I have to go into every office along the way." The team leader pointed to the wrinkles on his face: "Those offices are filled with our past memories. When I pick up those desperate memories, I will also lose part of my current body. Because I have special means, I can borrow my future lifespan, but I still can't reach the end even if I keep overdrawing my life. I am lucky to be able to escape."

"What if he doesn't come out?" The young ghost story player ran over and said, "Didn't you see my uncle in there?"

"If you can't bear the past, you will stay in that room forever and become a part of the past." The team leader leaned against the wall and reached out to grab the graying hair: "The danger behind this door has nothing to do with strength. You need to find some people who don't have a painful past to try to enter."

"Then I'll do it!" The young ghost story player ran straight to the door, but was grabbed by the kind-hearted Gao Ming.

"Your uncle is trapped behind the door, and you have just experienced pain." The kind-hearted Gao Ming stopped the young man, and then he looked at the door himself.

If we don't escape quickly, another monster might come and many people will die.

Gao Ming is kind-hearted and wants to save people, but there is a hint of pain hidden deep in his eyes. Only he knows that his kind character is not a gift from God, but after experiencing some things, he wants to be a kind person.

"How about... I do it." Tong Ping Gao Ming nervously held the water bottle in his hand: "My past is ordinary, nothing too painful has happened to me, nor has anything too happy happened to me."

Ordinary Gao Ming had always been hiding behind, and he never thought that he would take the initiative to stand up. Perhaps it was because the appearance of the kind Gao Ming made him see another way of living and brought him some inspiration.

"Are you sure?" The kindhearted high-ranking man turned around, his tone full of surprise. He had always regarded ordinary high-ranking men as those who needed to be taken care of: "But we don't have any gifts!"

"I can lend you the gift." The ghost story player who was stopped by the kind-hearted Gao Ming took out a tattered passbook from his pocket: "This is the gift I got in the building. It contains the tuition fees my uncle gives me every year."

"Thank you." Tongfu Gaoming accepted the passbook. He stopped beside the door he had entered before. People who had entered before were either missing or seriously injured. This was probably the most dangerous thing he had ever done in his memory.

Following behind, the kindhearted high-life was also worried about the ordinary high-life. He could see the timidity of the ordinary high-life, but because of this, he felt that the ordinary high-life might not be so ordinary. There is no innate fearlessness in this world, only the courage to stand up.

"I'll go." After handing the passbook into the door, Tongfu Gaoming grabbed the door handle. He pulled the door hard. The densely packed divine patterns on the door panel seemed to sense something and swarmed towards his arms like poisonous snakes.

His consciousness became blurred, and he saw a pair of hands reaching out from the door and grabbing him.

At the same time that the ordinary Gao Ming was pulled into the door to the "past", the kind-hearted Gao Ming hiding under the Investigation Bureau uniform was also affected. His consciousness and soul seemed to be pulled out of his body, and he fell softly to the ground.

"Plop!" "Plop!"

The flesh-and-blood high-life following behind the example and the bad high-life hiding in the room in the distance also fell down. Although they represented high-lifes who had made different life choices, they still seemed to share the same soul.

Inside the elevator on the ninth floor, painter Gao Ming was setting a trap. He painted the elevator car into a ghost's nest, but before he could put the last stroke on it, his head hit the operating panel and he lost consciousness.

……

The cold wind blew into his ears, and Tong Pu Gaoming opened his eyes. He entered the door he had entered in the past, but he did not see any rooms or corridors. He found himself sitting on a bus.

The electronic clock in the car was ticking backwards. It was pitch black outside the window, with a blurry building occasionally flashing by.

He turned his head to look at the other seats in the car, his eyes slowly widened, and he saw familiar faces.

"you……"

Hearing the noise, all the other passengers in the car seemed to be awakened from their dreams. They stood up from their seats and looked at each other in surprise.

In addition to the driver, this car has a total of 51 seats, and there is a high-ranking official sitting in each seat.

"Why did I get in too?" Shanliang Gao Ming was sitting in the first row. He was wearing a school uniform and his schoolbag was filled with snacks, as if he was preparing for an outing.

"Hello, is there any kind person who can help me change my seat? I really can't stand it anymore!" Gao Ming, a very timid man, was sitting in the last row of the bus. He stood in the aisle in panic and fear, pointing at the seat next to him.

On the last seat of the car was a hanged corpse of a high-ranking official, with his hands clasped across his chest and a strange black-and-white photo pressed against his heart.

"The corpse Gao Ming also came in? Is it because of the fragments of the portrait sent into its mind by the security personnel?" The kindhearted Gao Ming stood up and clapped his hands: "Don't panic, everyone. It seems that we entered the door of the 'past' at the same time because we are a whole. This car heading to the past may just help us recall some things."

(End of this chapter)