Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 639: Afang in Reality
"Kill you?"

Gao Ming seemed to have heard a similar request somewhere else, but he couldn't remember it clearly.

The patient on the hospital bed was clearly a living person, yet he was no more alive than a weed on the roadside. Gao Ming held the other's hand, feeling her innermost desire.

She had no expectations for her husband, nor any attachment to the world. Apart from her worry about Afang, all she had left was a desire to die.

The illness tormented her all the time, and Yongsheng Pharmaceutical used the most advanced medical methods to keep her in a state where she could neither die nor live well.

"Do you think that if you die, Afang will suffer less?"

The woman couldn't speak clearly. She looked at the bloody blocks on the ground with tears in her eyes, like a prey trapped in a trap.

"There aren't any ghosts in Xinhu, so why are there still people living in such pain? And there are still people who want to die?" Gao Ming squatted beside the bed: "So the disasters and misfortunes are brought by ghosts?"

Afang's mother did not ask for help from strangers, but just prayed for death. When she saw Gao Ming was about to leave, she became emotional, sobbing, and her eyes bulged. She tried her best, but she couldn't even raise her arms.

"After I find Afang, I will find a way to cure you." Gao Ming let go of the woman's hand, picked up the bloody building block, and felt the remaining breath on it.

There was no need for him to search, the Blood City Ghost Pattern on Gao Ming's body had already reacted.

"Afang is the youngest among the thirteen candidates, and is also the simplest and easiest to control. The Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals made him a candidate, and that must be because he was given something very important." Gao Ming had also seen Afang in Hanhai. The remaining will of the Blood City was hidden in him.

Under the guidance of the Blood City Tattoo, Gao Ming came all the way to the fourth floor below ground of the hospital, which was not open to the public. He successfully arrived after breaking three door locks by force and causing many nurses to fall into nightmares.

"Just like what the salesgirl marked on the map, this private hospital is actually a laboratory of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical." While most of the candidates were still confused, the purpose of this hospital's existence was to observe Afang and Xia Yang. To be more specific, this hospital could be said to have been built just for Afang. The underground laboratory recorded every word Afang had said, every house he built with building blocks, and even every emotional fluctuation had a special analysis report.

The hospital is Afang's testing ground. He is forced to live according to a script designed by the researchers of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. Yongsheng Pharmaceutical wants to train Afang into the person they want, provided that Afang can be considered a human being.

Gao Ming broke in alone without any signs beforehand, but he still encountered unexpected resistance. Those security personnel were fearless and equipped with various weapons. The most important thing was that Gao Ming clearly felt that the power of the Flesh and Blood Immortal had weakened a little underground, and it seemed that Yongsheng Pharmaceutical had really developed some devices to deal with ghosts and gods.

As the last researcher fell into a deep sleep, Gao Ming followed the small footprints on the ground and came to the fifth underground floor which was blocked by layers of blockade.

There are no guards here, just a lot of empty rooms, each with a lot of doors installed.

There are all kinds of doors, like a maze of doors.

Gao Ming didn’t have a map, but the Blood City Tattoo had been guiding him towards Afang.

He opened door after door, and when Gao Ming was about to lose his patience, a blood-red door appeared in front of him.

The door panel was scarlet and full of cracks, giving off an ominous aura. Such a door had only been seen in nightmares.

"The bloody gate that exists in reality? Where does it lead to?"

It was visible to the naked eye that the cracks in the door were increasing. When Gao Ming approached, he heard a strange chewing sound. "The guide to the Blood City Tattoo is here. Could it be that Afang is behind the door?"

Gao Ming raised his hand and was about to touch it, but the cracked door panel seemed to have reached its limit and shattered in front of Gao Ming's eyes. The next scene made Gao Ming feel creepy.

He saw that the world behind the door was filled with broken fragments of the Blood Gate and black mist surging. Fingers like centipede legs hooked onto Afang's body, tearing its mouth to its maximum size and forcing it to continuously swallow the fragments.

Each bloody door is an unforgettable memory and an obsession that is difficult to resolve. Their fragments are comparable to the sharpest knives in the world, and every time you swallow them, you have to endure unimaginable hatred and resentment.

Afang's eyes were closed, his little face full of pain and resistance. His lower body had been completely deformed, as fat as a mountain, and strange lines were carved on his skin by those fingers.

The bloody door was shattered for only a moment, and as the door shattered, the scene behind the door also disappeared. It was as if the bloody door had never appeared. Gao Ming only saw Afang as if sleepwalking, with his eyes closed, lying on the ground like a stray dog, gnawing on wood chips, dirt, and used fluid tubes in his mouth.

"Those guys are feeding you with blood gates. What are they going to turn you into?" If Gao Ming hadn't come by chance, it would have been difficult for him to guess what Yongsheng Pharmaceutical had done to the child.

Gao Ming narrowed his eyes. What made him feel even more dangerous were the fingers in the black fog. They seemed to belong to the same ghost. He couldn't perceive the opponent's strength clearly, and Gao Ming could only see a very small part of its body.

"There is nothing unusual in reality. All the ghosts in Xinhu are behind the door, in dreams and in people's hearts."

Gao Ming picked up Afang and carefully helped him clean the foreign object in his mouth. During this time, Afang woke up from his dream. He seemed to have gotten used to this. Sleepwalking happened every night. The only difference was that this time he saw Gao Ming.

There were so many holes in his mouth. Gao Ming now understood why Afang didn't like to talk. It would be very painful for him from his mouth to his stomach. The little guy knew that his mother's illness put a heavy burden on the family, so he never thought about treatment and just tried not to open his mouth.

"Do you want to go to a place without disease and pain?" Gao Ming hugged Afang and looked at her cute face, but all that appeared in his mind was Afang's huge, terrifying and ugly body behind the door.

With his mouth closed, Afang nodded vigorously. After a moment, he opened his bleeding mouth again and said timidly, "Can I take my mother with me?"

"it is good."

At first Gao Ming was still hesitant about whether to send Afang to the torture chamber as well. However, after seeing how Afang was treated by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, he changed his mind.

Afang is a key link in the Hanhai plan. If he takes Afang and the seriously ill woman away, he will definitely face the most crazy revenge from Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. By then, there will be no safe place in the whole Xinhu, and Gao Ming will not be at ease no matter who he entrusts to.

"Come on, I'll take you to find your mother."

Holding Afang in his arms, Gao Ming walked out of the laboratory on the fifth underground floor. The child opened his eyes wide and looked around. He always came here in a sleepwalking state and had no idea what the underground part of the hospital looked like. Every time he woke up, he was still in the place where he slept.

When he accompanied his mother in the hospital before, he felt that some uncles and aunts were very nice and took good care of him, but now he just feels scared.

Everything was fake and everyone was lying to him.

(End of this chapter)