Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 631: The One Who Releases the Ban
While washing vegetables and cooking, Liu Yi kept asking questions, but Gao Ming was quietly enjoying this last ordinary and warm time.

The gift that fate had bestowed upon him was so wonderful that he did not dare to accept it easily, for fear of being trapped in it and unwilling to leave.

The TV was playing Liu Yi's favorite variety show, the dining table was filled with steaming porridge and delicious dishes, and Fa Cai, tired from playing, was lying on his back in the cat's bed.

Picking up the bowl and chopsticks, Gao Ming savored each dish carefully, as if he was chewing on the memories between himself and Liu Yi.

"After dinner, I may have to go out for a while. Don't worry, just stay home." Gao Ming glanced out the window: "Recently, Xinhu may not be safe at night."

Xinhu becomes unsafe because if he is desperate, he will choose to do something terrible.

"I'll go with you." The porridge in Liu Yi's bowl remained untouched. She always felt that she would lose something very important tonight, so she had no appetite.

Shaking his head, Gao Ming looked at the photo of him and Liu Yi on the wall. If Liu Yi had always been in reality and had not participated in any brain tests or experiments, then who was the Liu Yi he met in the vast sea?

After waking up from the dream, all the students in Class 13 except Liu Yi disappeared, as if the entire class except Liu Yi was just a figment of his imagination.

Which side is true? Which side is false?
Who is crazy?

"There will be an answer soon. You wait for my good news at home."

After dinner, Gao Ming got up and cleaned up with Liu Yi, cleaning the house thoroughly and returning everything to the way it was before he arrived.

After doing all this, he picked up his bag and left, boarding the train to the smart city.

In order to contact Hanhai before Yongsheng Pharmaceuticals noticed the problem, Gao Ming began to devote himself to his plan.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Gao Ming arrived at the Magic City Lunatic Asylum. He entered it again to experience it. With a record time of six minutes and eleven seconds, he opened the second-floor single line and entered the so-called "inner dream".

Chased by the four actors from the Magic City Lunatic Asylum, he once again came to the classroom where he got the intercom. He tried to communicate with Number Two, using psychics, divine words, and curses, and finally sacrificed his own blood. Number Two still did not respond, but instead scared the staff in the monitoring room half to death, thinking they had encountered a real evil spirit.

"The Magic City Lunatic Asylum was built by Tang Ling. Was her purpose in building this place to help you? Or did she use you as bait to capture all those who wanted to help you as experimental materials?" Gao Ming stood on the podium, looking at the more than 30 desks below, his eyes sweeping over the scratches and children's graffiti: "She said before that she had helped you find many people with the spiritual will to meet the requirements, and everyone fought against the Eternal Life Pharmaceutical together, but I didn't see any of them. Instead, I found countless people with obsessions in Zhemeng Town who were used as sacrifices and offered to the ghosts and gods."

"Does your mind know this?"

"Is the intercom a trap, or is it your clue?"

Gao Ming seemed to be crazy, talking to himself. There was no other sound in the classroom, and those children did not appear again.

"Since I woke up in the hospital, was everything I experienced planned in advance? Everything at home? I happened to see a job posting for a brain game test while looking for a job, and the person who received me happened to be Tang Ling's brother Tang Qing." "It seemed like there was a pair of eyes staring at me in the dark, trying to get something from me. Unfortunately, they didn't know what I went through in that nightmare, and they underestimated how dangerous I was from the beginning."

His heart was beating fast. Gao Ming did not feel any ominous atmosphere in the Demon City Lunatic Asylum. This dark and terrifying secret room had more positive energy than some temples.

"After the fish bit the hook, the bait was directly withdrawn? Or did the remaining consciousness of No. 2 also realize that something was wrong?" Gao Ming completed the Magic City Madhouse, and Donggua excitedly wanted to give him a reward for completing the game, but he went straight into the elevator and went to the Ninth Sensory Experience Hall downstairs.

The elevator door opened, and Gao Ming looked at the ordinary front desk of the experience center, as if he saw the gate of hell filled with gloomy aura.

"It turns out that you are the one who is truly extraordinary." Gao Ming walked to the entrance of the experience hall, but found that he could not enter. A deep malice locked him in. As long as he continued to move forward, it seemed that something bad would happen: "Why are you stopping me? I am at least an employee here."

A fashionable young lady walked out of the dark corridor. She had a tattoo on her neck that looked like a stitching pattern, and held an unlit ladies' cigarette in her hand.

"So this cigarette is used to maintain sanity. Are those tobacco shreds taken from the dream at the door?" Something flashed faintly in Gao Ming's eyes. He held the backpack in one hand and spoke lightly.

"It seems like there is a big dirty thing hidden in your body!" The salesgirl changed her previous lazy look and looked sharp.

"Don't scold yourself like that." Gao Ming looked very casual, but his words made the clerk frown.

"I am different from the guy in your mind. The red-clothed one is the purest of all evil spirits." The color of his eyes changed, and the light around the female clerk was distorted. She had no shadow: "You were not like this a few days ago. What happened to you?"

"Aren't you looking for me right now?" Gao Ming ignored the warning and strode towards the female clerk. As he walked, he took out his cell phone and called the owner of the haunted house: "After I woke up from the nightmare, three forces attracted me: the brain game test of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, your strange haunted house in Hanjiang, and a death live broadcast that I saw inexplicably. I'm very curious, are you paying so much attention to me because when I came out of the tunnel, it was the ghosts behind you who blocked me?"

Most of the job postings Gao Ming saw were only visible to him, and some of them appeared repeatedly. He did not notice anything wrong at the time and thought that the big data thought he was abnormal, so it kept pushing abnormal positions.

"You are so narcissistic. We never target any one person. All psychic tourists are potential candidates for our store clerks and can see our recruitment." The female clerk lit a cigarette and moved a chair to sit down: "Are you talking to the boss on the phone?"

"I have some questions for him."

"I'm not trying to spoil the fun." The female clerk didn't smoke either, she just looked at the smoke: "Given how dangerous you are, it's not enough for the boss to rush back from behind the door, and he won't answer your call."

Almost at the moment the female clerk finished speaking, the screen of the mobile phone in Gao Ming's palm gradually turned a thick blood red, with strands of black hair crawling in it, and the call was connected.

The distance between the two was too far. Even though the number carried an astonishing resentment, it still couldn't transmit the other party's voice. In the end, only a line of hideous blood words was formed - come behind my door.

(End of this chapter)