Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 637 The Real Xia Yang

Every candidate sent into the vast sea has his or her own separate "operating room", and it was here that Gao Ming underwent the first step of "treatment".

Xuan Wen's slender fingers touched the rough table surface. She seemed to see the flowing red blood in a trance. She believed that she had absolute rationality and would not be shaken by any external things, but her fingertips inadvertently touched the control panel on the side.

The secret door inside the operating table opened, revealing a deep passage. On the walls on both sides of the passage were placed badly damaged dream-entering instruments.

Judging from the exaggerated number of scrapped devices, users have violated regulations and done very dangerous things in nightmares countless times.

Xuan Wen entered holding the operating table and opened the password box at the end of the corridor. Inside, there were countless memory chips neatly arranged.

"If it's so easy to forget, why would I ask you to make such a promise?"

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In Ward 7009, Gao Ming stood in the mess. He knew that neither he nor Xuan Wen would be swayed by emotions, let alone being in love. They were rational and calm, but they had experienced "life and death" too many times, so they were a little out of control this time.

Gao Ming clasped his five fingers together and left the moonlight in front of the window.

"At least for her, I shouldn't be a nightmare, right?"

Walking out of Ward 7009, Gao Ming heard the sound of a scuffle coming from upstairs, as well as Xia Yang's shrill laughter.

The usually gentle Teacher Xia seems to be in trouble. As the head of a "family", how can Gao Ming watch his "tenant" being bullied?

"I want to see how Xuan Wen treats patients?"

Perhaps in order to find a reason to catch up with Xuan Wen, Gao Ming strode upstairs.

There was a no-entry sign on the half-open door, but Gao Ming simply ignored it. After entering, he found that the eighth floor was not the convalescent ward marked on the map. All the wards were equipped with metal guardrails, and they looked more like solitary confinement rooms.

Glancing around, Gao Ming saw that the wards were filled with all kinds of complicated instruments, which he had never seen in other hospitals. Rather than a place to cure illnesses and save lives, it was more like a research institute that used patients for experiments.

Xia Yang's laughter became more and more distorted, mixed with unclear roars. It didn't sound like it came from a human at all, but more like a beast trapped in a cage tearing at its wounds.

Taking a step forward, Gao Ming entered the corridor on the eighth floor. The lights above his head and on the walls suddenly changed color, as if he had accidentally triggered the alarm.

The doors in the corridor closed and locked automatically, and all the surveillance cameras in the corners were like red eyeballs, all looking at Gao Ming.

Two strong nurses walked out of the nurses' station. They had kind expressions and politely asked Gao Ming if he was lost, but in their hands they were holding tools used on seriously ill mental patients.

"There is a light mark on the wrist, which should be caused by wearing the black ring for a long time. Are these caregivers also testers?" Gao Ming was still walking forward, and the two caregivers also raised the tools in their hands with a smile.

At the moment when the two bodies intertwined, the surveillance did not capture how Gao Ming made the move. The two nurses fell into a deep sleep with their eyes closed, their faces full of fear, as if they were trapped in a nightmare. A few minutes later, Gao Ming opened the door of Xia Yang's ward. The pungent smell of medicine filled the room, and splashes of medicine could be seen everywhere on the ground.

There were no beds here, only a huge operating table. Xia Yang was tied up on it, his body bound with restraints, and his hands and feet were hooked up to IV drips. He seemed to refuse to eat, and the hospital could only maintain his life in this way.

The muscles were atrophied, the pale skin was covered with wounds, the delicate facial features were destroyed, and half of the face skin was scraped off.

It is hard to imagine that Teacher Xia, who has always been elegant and gentle in Gao Ming's impression, would become like this now.

"Hahahaha, keep going, keep going!"

Hysterical sounds came out from the damaged vocal tract, blood soaked his lips. Xia Yang had an anti-bite device installed in his mouth, so his voice changed a lot.

"Why can't I fall asleep? All the instruments are functioning normally. They were all shipped in from the head office today." The three doctors were operating a certain instrument and observing the charts, puzzled.

"The higher-ups are very dissatisfied with us now. All thirteen candidates have problems. What happened to Situ An must not happen again! We must find out what Xia Yang experienced in his nightmare and crack his memory within three days!"

"Shi Bo, we have tried all kinds of methods. This guy will wake up on his own once he enters a dream. It seems that he has set up some kind of reminder device in his self-consciousness." The relatively young doctor sighed, "We have taken nightmares out of so many patients, but we didn't expect to fall into his hands. Should we ask our superiors to dig out his brain and bring it back to the Level 5 laboratory for an experiment?"

"No! The candidates' bodies are an indispensable part of the Hanhai Project. If they want to intervene in the dead city, they, the candidates, must be alive!" The elderly doctor named Shi Bo inserted tubes into the back of Xia Yang's head. In order to facilitate the experiment, they directly opened a hole in Xia Yang's head.

Xia Yang remained awake throughout the entire experiment. His twisted laughter was filled with sarcasm and mockery. But after more than ten seconds, Xia Yang's laughter suddenly stopped. He slowly narrowed his eyes and looked behind Shi Bo.

"Why is it so quiet all of a sudden? Could this madman be dead?" The young doctor raised his bloodstained hands and looked at Shi Bo. His brain seemed to freeze for a second: "Shi Bo! There is someone behind you!"

The bloody tattoo spread to the back of Shi Bo's neck like a hungry red dragon, and the aroma of meat filled the air. Gao Ming's cold voice rang in the ears of the people in the room: "How could you treat my colleague like this?"

Except for Xia Yang, everyone else seemed to fall into darkness in an instant, their five senses were deprived, and their souls sank into a nightmare.

The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Because Xia Yang's head was fixed in a certain position, Xia Yang could see him without any effort after Gao Ming went around to the other side.

The bright expression in the memory was torn apart. The Xia Yang on the hospital bed and the Xia Yang in the vast sea were like two different people. One maintained his arrogance and elegance until his death, while the other was like an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

Gao Ming's figure appeared in his pupils. After a few seconds, Xia Yang forced an ugly smile: "Aren't we roommates? When did we become colleagues?"

"Do you still remember what happened in the vast sea?" Behind Gao Ming seemed to be filled with dead souls, like an endless black ocean, pressing towards Xia Yang.

"Have you made all the ghost stories I told you come true?" There was no fear in Xia Yang's eyes, he just smiled excitedly, like a child who finally got his favorite toy.

(End of this chapter)