Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 493 Red
The three bottles of medicine represent three different dreams, and the hint on the box makes Gao Ming feel that he can only use one of them.

Unlike other tourists, Gao Ming did not even look at the white potion in the middle. He held the black potion, which symbolized a desperate dream, in his left hand, and the blood-red potion, which represented the truth, in his right hand.

"After the car accident, I had a long and terrifying dream. That should be the most desperate experience for me. If I drink the black potion, can I dream of my lost memories again?" Gao Ming is very tempted by the black potion.

"But the red potion is also very important to me. Compared to investigating past experiences and figuring out the cause and effect, getting the truth seems to be a higher priority."

While Gao Ming was struggling, Donggua behind her was also very busy. She bent over and crawled on the ground, frantically sending messages to the central control, and quickly calling other people to come and help. She couldn't get Gao Ming away by herself.

The central control was also extremely anxious. The tourists who were paralyzed by the high level of fear needed to be comforted, and problems also occurred in the unopened areas. The most critical thing was that they discovered that someone seemed to have tampered with their haunted house. The dream potion that was supposed to be placed in the dean's office had been replaced, and the potions in the hidden area were also different from what they had prepared. In their impression, there were only black potions and white potions in the Magic City Lunatic Asylum, and there was no option of red potions at all.

The central control in the Bluetooth headset told Donggua to hold on first. Donggua turned her head and looked at the hesitant Gao Ming. She was stunned. She witnessed Gao Ming opening the bottle of red potion and drinking it all in one gulp!

"Wait!" Donggua's reminder was too late. The new haunted house actor reached out his hand but grabbed nothing. Gao Ming had participated in the brain test of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. He lay down in the test chamber more skillfully than Donggua and put his head into the black square box without fear.

"Oh my god!" Donggua, as a staff member, was very scared when entering the unfamiliar environment. She didn't understand how Gao Ming could not be so fearful at all. That black square box didn't look like a good thing, so how could he dare to put his head directly in it?

A faint smell of blood lingered between his lips and teeth. Gao Ming finally chose the red potion that represented the truth. It was only after he drank it that he discovered that the so-called potion seemed to be some kind of mixed blood, and its taste was much worse than artificial plasma.

His head felt dizzy and sleepy. Before Gao Ming closed his eyes, he saw Donggua banging on the test cabin, as if he was saying something. Then the black square box slowly closed, like a shrine closing its door, or as if an evil ghost had closed its eyes.

He felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, which was the same feeling Gao Ming had experienced on the Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals brain game bus.

The sound of chains breaking rang in Gao Ming's ears. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still lying in the test chamber, and nothing seemed to have changed around him.

"Failed? Didn't enter the dream?"

Pushing open the door of the test chamber, Gao Ming saw wrinkles on the wall that looked like the skin of a human brain, but there were fewer strange lines. "No, the staff member who liked to crawl on the ground is gone. I must have entered a dream, but the scene in the dream is the haunted house itself."

Walking out of the test cabin, Gao Ming stepped on the sunken ground.

Shadows flashed outside the window from time to time. The wrinkles on the wall were filled with extremely real blood vessels. If you reached out and touched them, you could feel them beating slightly.

The haunted house before entering the dream could not bring Gao Ming any feeling of fear. Even if he tried very hard, his body and will could not be afraid at all, probably because he had fought too many tough battles.

But it was completely different after entering the dream. From the moment he left the test chamber, Gao Ming felt deeply uneasy. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and his heart beat very fast, as if there was something very dangerous hidden in this place.

Pushing open the door, the mottled walls of the Magic City Lunatic Asylum became clean and tidy, like translucent glass. Gao Ming could clearly see the floating child specimens and various alienated humanoid beings in the wall. They were full of tubes and the expressions on each of their faces were very painful. "Where is the truth hidden?" Gao Ming still remembered what happened in the bathroom on the second floor. He moved forward according to the route he remembered.

The second floor of the haunted house has expanded countless times. It seems to be a special care hospital. The Magic City Lunatic Asylum seems to have been built in imitation of that hospital. Gao Ming now only sees the real appearance of the hospital in his dream.

"Here, here, hush! Come quietly, don't wake that thing up!"

A familiar voice came from the crack of the door not far away. Gao Ming slowed down, stopped running, and slowly walked to the corner.

“Is this the toilet?”

Pushing open the wooden door, Gao Ming discovered that the fourth cubicle in the toilet was open. He looked inside and saw a middle-aged man wearing slippers and suffering from severe hair loss sitting on the toilet. Beside him were many newspapers reporting murder cases.

"Toilet doctor?" Gao Ming asked tentatively.

"You finally came to find me! This place is so scary. The boss, that unreliable bastard, threw me here and asked me to get information. All I do is drink tea and read newspapers. I have never done such a thing!" The toilet doctor's identity is mysterious, just like a ghost who died suddenly in the toilet cubicle. His legs are unwilling to leave the toilet at all.

"The boss of Hanjiang Haunted House asked you to drink a drug that would make you sleep? And then he left?" Gao Ming was quite interested in the business war between the two haunted houses.

"Bullshit! Those who are too strong can't get in... Only special people can come here, so I was chosen." The toilet doctor closed the cubicle door and whispered to Gao Ming: "Since you know the scene behind the door, you must be one of us. I won't hide it from you. This haunted house does hide a big secret. It is related to the taboo incident that happened in Xinhu many years ago!"

"Taboo event?" Gao Ming was highly focused.

"Many years ago, there was a game called Perfect Life in Xinhu. An unspeakable existence used the game to build a stable channel to the world behind the door. For some purpose, he entered the deepest part of that world with all the unspeakable things. In the fourth year after he lost contact, a big change happened in Xinhu. The channel was destroyed, all information related to him was listed as taboo, millions of people were forced to undergo brain surgery, and the game was banned for various reasons." The toilet doctor had a low voice and casually said something very secret.

"It's just a game, how can it have such a big impact?"

"What if that game can connect dreams, blur reality, and span life and death?" The toilet doctor tore off a piece of newspaper and handed it to Gao Ming, motioning Gao Ming to sit "casually" on it. "Our boss is from Hanjiang and has no idea about Xinhu, but he gradually discovered that there was something wrong with the world behind Xinhu, and his solution was easily misunderstood, so he began to gather information from many sources."

"Your boss is quite cautious."

"I have to be cautious, because the boss's way of dealing with problems is relatively simple. Basically, there is only one word - kill." The toilet doctor's newspaper seemed to be dripping with blood: "Kill until the endless night sky is dyed red, and kill until the blood city collapses."

(End of this chapter)