Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 403 Dad and Mom’s Perspective
The door was slowly pushed open, and the sound of the second hand moving rang in his ears. Luo Dong held onto the door frame, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

The small room is filled with various clocks. Each dial looks like a human face, or to be more precise, each clock seems to represent a person.

Luo Dong didn't dare to go in directly. He grabbed the door frame and looked back and around.

From the outside, this door looks no different from other doors, except that there is no house number around it. Having lived in Changcheng Community for so long, Luo Dong certainly knows that each house number corresponds to a date, a date that is most important to the owner of the house. For example, the house number of his own room is the day he met his wife.

"Where am I now? The end of the future?"

The physical pain could no longer destroy Luo Dong. He gently touched his heart with his hand, then went into the house and closed the door.

In the room full of clocks, time is no longer counted silently by the gods. Tick-tick, tick-tick, every time the pointer on the dial moves, fate will tilt towards the abyss. Everyone's life is thus manifested in front of Luo Dong.

"Did I find this place by myself? Or was it the voice in my heart that led me here?" Luo Dong had met Gao Ming two days ago, and the other party said some strange things to him. He couldn't understand it at the time, but as long as it was a request from Gao Ming, he would try his best to complete it unconditionally, because Gao Ming had saved him and his family.

Walking forward slowly, Luo Dong tried hard to listen to the call in his heart. Slowly, only a ticking sound remained in his ears.

Closing his eyes, Luo Dong ignored all distractions and chased the passing time.

The bedroom is usually the most private room for the owner of the house, and guests are not allowed to enter normally. At this time, Luo Dong stopped in the corner of the bedroom.

He opened his eyes. Among the countless clocks in the room, the one in front of him looked ordinary and common, with nothing unusual to see.

"Is that it calling me?"

There are hidden floors in Xiangshengyong Apartment, and the same is true in Changcheng Community. Luo Dong squatted on the ground, as if he had stayed here for too long. Footsteps were heard outside the door: "Is the owner of the house back?"

Luo Dong no longer hesitated and opened the watch cover. His original intention was to hide the watch or destroy it, but as soon as his fingers touched the pointer, invisible thin lines wrapped around his body.

At the same time, Luo Dong's heart began to beat at a fixed frequency. It seemed that his fate had been entangled with the things inside the clock a few days ago and could no longer be separated.

The pointer slid downwards, and the next moment the door was opened, Luo Dong was dragged into the clock by countless threads of fate and time, and the clock, which was originally running normally, also stopped at this moment.

A large number of memories that did not belong to Luo Dong flashed before his eyes. He seemed to see an anxious couple. Like himself, they once had a happy life, but with the outbreak of abnormal events, their children disappeared.

The thread of fate became tighter and tighter, and Luo Dong's heart almost exploded. He felt all the pain and despair, until his fate was completely integrated with the other party.

With his eyes open, Luo Dong was still in shock and gasping for breath.

"I remember that I seemed to be sucked into the clock. Is this the hidden passage behind the clock? Just now, a lot of other people's memories appeared in my mind. They were all related to a couple. They tried their best to raise their child. They didn't ask the child to achieve anything great. They just hoped that the child would be safe and ordinary. But in the end, the child disappeared..."

As a parent himself, Luo Dong could understand the couple's pain very well.

Luo Dong's nose twitched as he smelled the faint musty smell in the air. He looked around and said, "Isn't this Changcheng Community?"

The dilapidated old building has almost become a dangerous building. Bugs occasionally crawl on the rusty handrails. All kinds of smelly clothes are hung out to dry in the already narrow corridor. Forget about laying tiles on the ground, the bumpy concrete floor is full of filth.

"Where have I run to?" A cold wind blew, and the clothes hanging in the corridor fluttered gently, looking like resentful ghosts coming back to life.

Luo Dong gently lifted the clothes that were blocking his way, and he found that there was a faint light in a room in the corridor, shining through the crack of the door.

"Want to go over there?"

A circular corridor was built inside the old residential building. The terrain was not complicated, but there were too many debris, which affected Luodong's speed.

Halfway through the walk, Luo Dong suddenly stopped as he heard footsteps in the corridor.

To be on the safe side, he chose to hide behind a pile of debris and covered his head with a piece of clothes hanging out to dry.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Luo Dong turned his head and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. The person coming up from downstairs was Gao Ming!
His mouth opened, but Luo Dong did not call out to the other party directly. He found that Gao Ming was a little strange. He looked childish, carried a schoolbag on his back, held an empty gift box in his hand, and was even wearing a high school uniform.

"very strange."

Hiding in the dark and observing, Gao Ming, who was wearing a school uniform, walked to a door and called out softly. After a while, the door was opened from the inside.

The corridor returned to silence, and no sound came out of the room. Luo Dong frowned: "Is Gao Ming's memory blocked in the clock? Someone stripped his memory? But I always feel something is wrong..."

Half an hour later, familiar footsteps were heard in the corridor again. Luo Dong, who was searching the corridor, quickly hid behind a piece of clothing.

Holding his breath and staring at the corridor, when the owner of the footsteps appeared, Luo Dong's pupils suddenly shrank.

A young face, school uniform, school bag, empty gift box, a Gao Ming who looked exactly like him walked over, started knocking on the door, and then entered the room.

"Oh!"

The sound of a door closing was heard, and Luo Dong stood there in a daze. The room in the corridor seemed like a ferocious beast that specialized in devouring high-lives.

"Why are there two high lives?"

Luo Dong walked to the door. The door number was July 16, which was the day after the Ghost Festival.

"For the owner of the house, the second day of the Ghost Festival is his most unforgettable day. What happened on this day? Is this really Gao Ming's memory? But if it is not his memory, why did he appear? Could it be..." Luo Dong pursed his lips and recalled the memories that popped up in his mind when he entered here: "Is this his parents' memory? Did his biological parents really enter the abnormal event to find him?"

After hesitating for a while, Luo Dong knocked on the door gently.

The door hinge turned, and the shabby door panel was opened from the inside. The person who opened the door for Luo Dong was a middle-aged man in a raincoat. There seemed to be someone busy in the kitchen, because Luo Dong heard the sound of chopping meat.

His Adam's apple rolled and Luo Dong's expression became a little unnatural. Everything about the room in front of him was abnormal.

(End of this chapter)