Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 586 Principle
The wedding temple collapsed, and the roar of the flesh and blood ghosts resounded throughout the night of Zhemeng Town, causing a large number of memory fragments to stimulate Gao Ming to go crazy, and he fell into a layer covered with wedding invitations. The red thread and the fragments of the Paradise Sea scroll merged into him and the flesh and blood ghosts.

"Gao Ming! Wake up!"

Even though Fu Shu on his back screamed, Gao Ming was unable to open his eyes. The red threads pierced his eyelids, sewed his eyes shut, blocked his ears and nose, and made his will sink into nightmares.

"Groom! Wake up! It's already so late, why are you still sleeping?"

A strange voice came into his ears, Gao Ming opened his eyes, and saw himself lying on the bed, with a middle-aged man dressed as a butler running around in a panic.

"you are?"

The carved wooden door opened, and two sweet-looking maids came in holding wedding robes and skillfully helped Gao Ming change his clothes.

"The wedding night and passing the imperial examination are the three greatest joys in life, and you have achieved two of them at once. You must control your temper in the future and don't be as dissolute as before." The housekeeper grumbled, and the maid giggled beside him.

At noon, Gao Ming, neatly dressed, was riding a tall horse, with the wedding procession following behind him. Everyone around him looked at him with envy.

Gao Ming was very proud and satisfied, his horse's hooves trampled the fallen flowers, but he was not very happy.

"No, something feels wrong."

The wedding procession arrived at Tang's residence. Before seeing the bride, Gao Ming suddenly discovered that the two stone lions in front of the residence were very strange. They had four faces.

He got off his horse. The housekeeper and guards came to stop him, but Gao Ming rushed towards the stone lion like a madman. The moment his hand touched the stone lion, the stone skin turned into flesh and blood, and the lion's head turned into the face of a ghost. The street and the Tang Mansion were all shattered. Gao Ming felt his body sinking, and he suddenly opened his eyes...

"I promise you." A shy voice sounded, and a girl with a faint fragrance on her body threw herself into Gao Ming's arms. She was wearing a white long dress, like a wedding dress.

His fingers were held up, and Gao Ming looked down. It was a beautiful face that looked a little childish.

"Is it pretty?" The girl leaned closer: "My parents don't agree, but I want it. This is my wedding dress."

"You'd better go back and discuss it with them. Don't be blinded by temporary love." Gao Ming gently pushed the girl away. He looked around. This was a loft built on a sea of ​​flowers. The walls were covered with various paintings, most of which were of flowers and girls.

"I've thought it through completely. I can't live without you. I really can't live without you." The girl pounced on him again and grabbed Gao Ming's clothes.

"Get out of the way." Gao Ming was very anxious and worried, but he didn't know where this uneasiness came from.

Perhaps she pushed too hard unconsciously and the girl knocked over the drawing boards piled up in the corner. Under the paintings of flowers and girls were a large number of ropes and terrible torture instruments.

Contrary to Gao Ming's expectation, the girl was not afraid. She picked up the hemp rope, and the rough rope cut into her delicate skin: "This is my shackles, your salvation. During the month I was imprisoned by you, you were all my terror and all my dependence. I don't know why I became like this, and I don't know why I like the pain."

"Stockholm syndrome?" Gao Ming threw the rope aside. There were only him and the girl in the attic, surrounded by an endless sea of ​​flowers. This was not his garden, but he was like the owner here and could do whatever he wanted to all the flowers.

Picking up the fallen drawing board, the girl placed it in front of Gao Ming, and stood in Gao Ming's sight with a rope. She didn't know whether she was afraid or excited, her body was shaking slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes dodged as if she was forced to look at Gao Ming.

"You can paint for each flower." Facing the girl's invitation, Gao Ming just frowned. He was sure that he was not such a person and had no interest in controlling the fate of others.

Gao Ming picked up the paintbrush at some point, closed his eyes and sketched according to his feelings. After a moment, a "special" flower appeared on the drawing board.

The carving knife pierced into the chest, and a flower of flesh and blood bloomed.

“Is this the flower I’m chasing?”

Gao Ming stabbed himself in the heart with a knife. Amid the girl's screams, he suddenly opened his eyes...

"Congratulations, congratulations, both mother and child are safe." The doctor entered the room with a few photos. Gao Ming found himself tied to the bed in a blue and white hospital gown. "You are recovering very well. Keep taking the medicine. You should be able to reunite with your wife and child in a week."

The haze that shrouded his head slowly dissipated. Looking at the newborn life, Gao Ming felt as if the knot in his heart had untied. His appearance seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power, which made his heavy and broken heart beat again.

Turning his head, Gao Ming saw the jagged scratches on his arm. There was no pain in his eyes, only confusion: "Why am I here?"

"We are also worried that you will continue to hurt yourself, so we transferred you to the closed area." The doctor obviously did not understand Gao Ming's meaning. He placed the photo of the child next to Gao Ming's bed and said: "Capgras syndrome is a rare mental illness. Patients will believe that their relatives or friends have been replaced by imposters. In your cognition, the wife who loves you may have become another person."

"What are you talking about?" Gao Ming's hands and feet were tied and he couldn't leave.

"A fake person? An alien? An underground person? Or anyone else?" The doctor took out a lot of information and tried to help Gao Ming correct his perception while he was awake. "But no matter from which angle you analyze it, she is still your wife. She has not been replaced. It is the doubt in your heart that has created a person. It is the person in your heart who wants to replace her."

The conversation lasted until midnight, and Gao Mingzheng was gradually convinced by the doctor. All his confusion and doubts were answered by the doctor. The doctor told him a completely logical truth, which was that his brain was sick.

Fortunately, he is recovering and will soon be able to return to his family and hold his newborn baby.

At night, the lights in the ward dimmed and the corridor gradually became quiet. The photo on the bedside accompanied Gao Ming. His wife and newborn seemed to be looking at him and encouraging him.

"That's not your wife, and he's not your child."

A rustling sound of electric current was heard, and Gao Ming was very sure that this was the sound coming from the bottom of his heart. The doctor had explained this situation before, and it was all his delusion and auditory hallucination.

Gao Ming's arms were deformed and he was unable to break free. He raised his neck with all his strength to look at his chest. The rustling sound of electricity did not come from his heart, but from a strange old-fashioned walkie-talkie.

It was stained with blood, and there seemed to be a person hiding behind each channel.

"No communication equipment can be brought into the closed ward. What is this intercom?"

His heart was pounding and Gao Ming felt like something was about to pierce his skin. It seemed to be what the doctor called "suspicion".

"There is a monster living in my heart. It is the cause of my illness. It may be due to too much work pressure or emotional breakdown. It has no entity. It is just something I imagined and does not exist." Gao Ming's mind flashed with the doctor's words, but the next moment, he saw with his own eyes a bloody branch of flesh coming out of his heart, and the smell of meat filled the entire ward.

(End of this chapter)