Strange Game Designer Chapter 122

Chapter 122 The only survivor and the only dead person

"The rules left by the dormitory aunt clearly stated that if the person checking the dormitory for the second time is laughing, please leave the dormitory as soon as possible." Wang Jie waited for the student union to leave, then tied his shoelaces and sat on the edge of the bed: "We You have to find a way out for yourself.”

“It's very dangerous in school at night, so staying in the dormitory is the only way to survive,” Yuan Hui insisted.

None of them spoke. Wang Jie picked up his cell phone and sent a message in the group chat: Yuan Hui is a ghost. We seem to have offended the student union again. Zhuo Jun's identity is unknown. We can't stay in this dormitory at all. In fifteen minutes, we will be three We go to the toilet together.

Yishan: Got it, my brother, you are my angel.

Gao Ming: The rule of thumb is that you are not allowed to use mobile phones after midnight. You two prepare the necessary tools under the mosquito net. After leaving the dormitory, don't stay too far away from me.

The classmate wanted to leave the dormitory for refuge, while Gao Ming wanted to enter the principal's office after midnight.

The mosquito net was opened, something was crawling inside, the quilt became damp, and the soaked clothes clung to Gao Ming's body.

Judging from this piece of memory alone, the fifty-first student does not seem to be a bad person. The only pity is...

There are only two things Gao Ming worries about. The first is that after death in this school, his soul will be imprisoned and become a new "student"; the second is that after he returns to the tunnel, he will be seen by the person who killed him. It turns out that he retains his memory.

After swallowing Situ An into the torture chamber, suicide can even become an option for a high life.

“But if that's the case, then why are all of us who got on the bus alive and well, but no one remembers the transfer student who didn't get on the bus?”

He walked up to the podium a little shyly and said in a voice that was very familiar to Gao Ming: "Hello everyone, I am a new transfer student. I like painting and singing. I hope you can give me some advice."

The voice was right in front of Gao Ming. He could see clearly when he opened his eyes. However, the rules stated by the dormitory aunt clearly stated that he must not open his eyes to see.

“Is this the truth ten years ago?”

The owner of the memory is suspected to be the 51st student of Class 13. He seems to be the only one who did not get on the bus to participate in the event.

“Gaoming, can you hear my voice? I want to come to you, can you stay with me?”

"Gaoming, can you hear my voice? I'm shaking with cold, can I lie on your bed?"

Missing? die? A more cruel and desperate encounter?

There is no answer in the nightmare, and the brief memory only lasts a few seconds.

Someone was singing in a low voice in the corridor of the dormitory. The voice was extremely familiar to Gao Ming. The owner of the song seemed to have lived with them for a long time.

“Come on, let's not separate this time.” Thick arms hugged the voice. The blood threads hidden under the skin were tightly entangled, and Gao Ming's chest seemed to have turned into a mouth swallowing nightmares.

The owner of the memory opened the door of Class 13 and looked at him with clear and simple faces.

Lying on the pillow, Gao Ming stretched out his hands on the thin quilt, and the sound of rain outside the window faded away.

A pair of cold, muddy hands gently placed on Gao Ming's face, as if he had just crawled out of a tomb on a rainy day. The fingertips slid down Gao Ming's skin, as if a poisonous snake was crawling across it.

“Gaoming…”

Questions pop up one after another. The more I think about them, the more tired and sleepy I feel.

“This is only the first night…”

"Gao Ming, I may not be able to come to class starting tomorrow. I have to transfer to another school."

The memory fragments ended here. Gao Ming, who was lying on the bed in the dormitory, slowly opened his eyes. The mosquito net was torn, the bed was covered with mud, and there were traces of struggle on the wall.

“Could it be that he sacrificed himself to save everyone?”

When he first entered the school ten years ago, he seemed to have been lying on the bed in the dormitory like this, listening to the rain ten years ago.

There are countless groups created in a dormitory for six people. Gao Ming never underestimates the malice in human nature. When his life is in danger, these roommates will sell him out without hesitation.

The flesh and blood touch, the other party did not expect Gao Ming to be so enthusiastic.

When they were in high school, there were nine classes in that class, namely Classes 1 to 8, and their Class 13.

"Gao Ming, can I sit next to you? No one is bullying me, I just want to follow you..."

The time on the mobile phone always feels very slow. After packing their things, Wang Jie and Xishan hid their schoolbags under the quilt. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

Unwilling to sit still and wait for death, Gao Ming raised his hands as if sleepwalking, and hugged the owner of the voice with all his strength.

Gao Ming's Adam's apple rolled. The strange sound sounded in the dormitory this time. The owner of the sound seemed to be standing in the middle of the dormitory, facing Gao Ming's bed.

Zhou Sisi enthusiastically told everything to the memory owner, but the memory owner missed the event because the procedures were not completed.

“Ten years ago, my classmates took a bus to Linshi to participate in an event. Everyone who got on the bus died. Only the one who didn't get on the bus transferred to another school and lived? Is he the only survivor?”

Pressing his arms down, the voice was forcefully pressed into Gao Ming's heart.

Everyone pretended to be lying on the bed to rest and closed the mosquito net. In fact, everyone was making preparations secretly.

“That extra student from Class 13 is outside?”

The sound stopped at the door of dormitory 1314, and the door was knocked again and again.

“Gaoming, can you hear my voice? Can I stay in the same room with you?”

The rain washed away the window glass, and every minute of lying in the darkness was extremely difficult.

"Gao Ming, look at me, okay? It's me, I'm back, I'm back to find you."

The body became heavier and heavier. Gao Ming was obviously lying on the bed, but he felt that his body was slowly sinking. This feeling was very similar to falling into the underground of a supermarket full of water ghosts.

In fact, Gao Ming is also very strange. Why is their Class 9 not called Class 9, but Class 13? The number Thirteen seems to have a special meaning to them. Of course, it may also be all the students from Classes 9 to 12. problem occurs.

He heard strange noises and pretended to be asleep, but Gao Ming did not move.

Memory fragments are unfolded from the perspective of the memory owner, so Gao Ming cannot see the memory owner's face.

“Why were we chosen? Was the bus full of students ten years ago?”

One morning, Xinsheng reported that the wind blew the curtains and the sky became gloomy.

The owner of the memory was arranged by the teacher to sit next to Zhou Sisi. At that time, everyone was discussing the upcoming event in Linshi.

A memory fragment that did not belong to Gao Ming exploded in his chest, and Gao Ming saw a hazy morning.

Gao Ming gradually closed his eyes. While half asleep, he heard a strange sound in the corridor.

Gao Ming wiped the mud off the bed. Originally, the sound might have reminded all the classmates, but here he was eaten by him.

“There should be a lot of memory fragments, and eating one should not affect the overall situation.”

(End of this chapter)

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