Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 377 The Platform of Memory

The kind-hearted Gao Ming took great pains to explain clearly so that all the Gao Mings in the car had a general understanding of their current situation.

Knowing that they were in a desperate situation, every high-ranking person in the car reacted differently, and their past experiences shaped their different personalities.

"In fact, there is no need to be overly nervous. According to the information I have obtained, our original bodies were plotted against by 'God'. It imprisoned us in different rooms, preventing us from meeting. Normally, it is almost impossible for us to gather together. It was this bravest high-life who created an opportunity for us." The kind-hearted high-life saw that someone was dissatisfied with the ordinary high-life, and quickly spoke up.

The most ordinary Gao Ming didn't say much, but just lowered his head and smiled bitterly. He knew that he was not the bravest Gao Ming at all. He was just the most ordinary one among all people. He was not as good as anyone else and was useless.

"Don't waste time on useless things." Painter Gao Ming seemed a little out of place among a group of Gao Mings. He clutched his paintbrush, his eyes swept over the faces of all the Gao Mings, and finally looked towards the driver's cabin.

"The bus heading over there is full of Gao Mings. It seems that we are the only ones on this bus, but..." The painter Gao Ming suddenly walked towards the driver's cabin and slammed the glass door of the driver's cabin: "Who is driving this bus? Is he Gao Ming? But why is he driving this bus?"

Everyone was attracted by the painter's words. Everyone looked towards the driver's cabin. No matter how they adjusted the angle, they could not see the driver's face. They could only see the driver's back.

Judging from the back alone, the driver is wearing a high school uniform, which is consistent with Gao Ming's back, so the driver should also be Gao Ming.

"Why isn't this Gao Ming a passenger?"

The painter Gao Ming pounded hard on the driver's cab, hoping that the other party would stop the car, but the man showed no intention of slowing down.

The kindhearted Gao Ming also walked over with a strange expression. The driver was also a Gao Ming? But why was he able to be a driver? Why was he able to control the past?
None of the other Gao Mings understood, only the most ordinary Gao Ming had some fragmented images flashing through his mind. He vaguely saw himself entering a tunnel again and again, and being killed from behind again and again, but he had never seen the murderer's face, only a blurry back.

"Is it him? Is he... the murderer?"

The night wind blew in through the car window, and the chill made Tongfan Gaoming shiver. He sat in his seat, lost in thought.

The time on the electronic watch in the car kept decreasing, and the outline of a building outside the window became clear. After more than ten seconds, the bus stopped in front of the building.

"Has the train stopped?" The passengers leaned out to look. The warm lights shone on the platform. The name of the platform was strange. It was called - I Once Felt Warmth.

Behind the platform is a residential building that is completely different from the Xiangshengyong Apartment. It makes all the high-ranking officials feel familiar and friendly.

"We're home? Isn't this the home we've lived in for more than ten years?"

The figures of the family appeared at the window. They had prepared a large table of food and were waiting for Gao Ming to come home.

The warmest light in the world is the lamp at home, and the dim light now paves a path.

"If no one gets off, the bus won't start." Shanliang Gaoming stared at the electronic clock on the bus that was still ticking backwards. "I think I understand! This bus is like the corridor that a team leader sees. Every platform where the bus stops is like an office full of desperate memories for a team leader. Only when we get off the bus, pick up all the desperate memories, and carry our own past, can we go to the next platform."

Painter Gao Ming narrowed his eyes: "In other words, if I want to end all this, I must pick up the memories on each platform and reach the end?"

"I don't care what you guys are saying, I'm getting off the bus." Gao Ming, who was the most timid, felt like the corpse next to him was looking at him, but what was more frightening than the corpse was all the Gao Mings around him. It was too weird and scary to be alone on a night bus. Gao Ming, who was the most timid, couldn't stay there for a moment, especially after seeing the lights of his home.

Rushing off the bus, the most courageous Gao Ming walked across the platform and ran on the lighted road. He couldn't wait to knock on the door of his home.

The passengers in the car saw clearly that the door was open, but the figures of the family members became extremely terrifying. However, Gao Ming seemed to be completely unaware of it. He was left in that house until the lights went out and the door was closed again.

The vehicle started, and Gao Ming, the most timid one, was left here forever, as if he had become a part of this, but he also successfully helped everyone get through the first platform.

"If you want to reach the end, you can't indulge in beautiful fantasies and always consider things from the worst angle." Painter Gao Ming shook his head, he returned to his seat, picked up the paintbrush and started painting on the car.

A high-ranking person just disappeared like that, and his vacant seat seemed a little glaring at this moment.

Before everyone could get over their previous emotions, the bus stopped again.

The door of the train opened and Shanliang Gaoming looked towards the platform. The name of this station was - I Once Liked Someone.

It seemed like it was drizzling outside the window, the car window and the memory became hazy, the passengers looked at each other, and no one dared to get off directly.

The rain got heavier, and a figure suddenly ran towards the platform in the darkness. She was wearing the same school uniform as Gao Ming and was holding a book in her arms.

"Liu Yi?"

The girl's hair was wet, and water drops slid down her face along the hair. Maybe she was not the most beautiful in the world, but for many people in Class 13, they would still remember her smile many years later.

The platform shrouded in darkness seemed to welcome a beam of moonlight. The ordinary night became an unforgettable memory because of the appearance of one person.

Gao Ming, who had been silent in the second to last row of the bus, stood up. He looked a little haggard, and the look he gave Liu Yi was different from that of other Gao Mings: there was hesitation, guilt, and helplessness in his eyes.

"The clock inside the car hasn't stopped. If we don't reach the destination within the fixed time, we may never get there." Painter Gao Ming couldn't open the door of the driver's cabin. He gave up trying to control the car and looked at Gao Ming who had just stood up: "If you want to get off, you'd better hurry up. If you miss this stop, you'll never see it again."

Water gradually accumulated between the bus and the platform. Gao Ming silently held the handrail and stood in the bus looking at Liu Yi.

Boom!

Thunder sounded and a red umbrella appeared outside the platform.

With her high heels stepping into the water, a woman with an extremely delicate appearance was silently gazing at the platform.

Gao Ming in the car had no memory of that woman, but when she looked at him with disappointment, Gao Ming felt very painful.

(End of this chapter)