Strange Game Designer
/ Strange Game Designer Chapter 169
Chapter 169 What is a best friend?
The gap between the beautiful and cold Liu Yi in his imagination and the actual scene was too big. Qian Junran's heart seemed to have forgotten to beat. For the first time, he saw a dog shrouded in darkness like a night.
“A lot of dogs?”
The huge mouth swallowed Qian Junran and his student ID card together. The **** dog got down on all fours, its long black hair fluttering in the blood.
The students who surrounded Gao Ming all stood on the same spot, their legs seemed to be filled with lead, their shoes seemed to be stuck to the ground, and they could not even move their bodies.
“Since you think I am the 51st student, how can you possibly resist me who controls the rules?”
Gao Ming stroked Xia Yang's graffiti on the wall. The **** dog swallowed Qian Jun and then disappeared into the shadows. The next moment, he gracefully walked out of the shadow behind Gao Ming.
With black hair flying behind him, the big dog spit out his student ID card and Saeki's knife from his mouth.
“Is your dream to become a game designer? No! I still hope you will treat me as a doctor in the future...”
"Good luck! Answer the phone! Answer the phone! Tell me whether I should go there or not!"
Everything seemed to correspond to each other, and the 51st classmate seemed to want to tell him something in this way.
"It would be great if that were the case." Gao Ming dropped his blood on his student ID card. The Flesh Fairy didn't react at all, which was enough to show that Gao Ming was not the fifty-first student: "I'm not him, but he seems to be interested in I understand it very well and even know my cards.”
Entering the classroom where Youliang once studied, Gao Ming sat quietly in the last row: "What kind of ending can be regarded as a future that has never happened?"
"Gao Ming, calm down! We don't mean any harm, we just want to find out your identity!" Cao Song stepped back, his voice trembling.
"not here."
Gao Ming unfolded his voting paper, and the profession written on it was neither a murderer nor a psychological counselor, but a game designer.
Walking around the campus and looking at the energetic students, Gao Ming himself seemed to be affected and felt much younger.
"The Hende Scholarly School used to be a bright haven. Even in the nightmare, he tried his best to beautify every memory of the campus." Another reason why Gao Ming was driven out of the nightmare last time may be that he and Xia Yang played too much and almost destroyed the school. Xia Yang's graffiti still remains on the outer walls.
Gao Ming was different from all his classmates. He did not think about the life and death crisis, nor did he think about how to escape from the school. He simply held the student ID card full of memories and felt the colorful memories.
“Gao Ming, you and I are best friends. I hope you can answer me honestly, why am I less lovable than you?”
"I need to hurry up and get into the underground of the experimental building. The flood is coming tonight. It will be very troublesome to go underground then." Gao Ming has decided to break up. Ji Zhe is outside to attract the attention of the school rules and Situ An's rules. He must seize this opportunity.
"Are you reading again? Why don't you become a psychological counselor in the future, specializing in treating mental illness for us."
Other students began to **** for survival in the nightmare, while Gao Ming turned around and entered the nightmare of Hande Scholar College. “Everything Youliang values is here.”
"Besides these places, where else would he go?" The memory fragments in Gao Ming's heart collided with each other, crushing the memory that did not belong to him: "The answer may be hidden in our memories and his."
Gao Ming's words made all the students present feel stupid. Only Du Bai could barely follow Gao Ming's train of thought: "An ending that has never happened?"
Du Bai and other students were in a state of high tension. They couldn't concentrate on thinking about Gao Ming's words, and they were all thinking about how to get out.
Recalling the contents of the diary, Gao Ming went to the library, canteen and study room successively, but the 51st classmate was nowhere to be found.
Du Bai seemed to have thought of a possibility: "Didn't you send a message? Your mobile phone received messages from all our classmates! You know the position of each of us!"
Gao Ming picked up the student ID card and touched the face on the ID card with his fingertips: "I actually wonder if I am the 51st student. After all, I only have memories of my own deaths, and I have forgotten many happy and warm pasts. Maybe I once knew sacrifice and dedication, maybe I was abandoned by you once."
“I want to give Zhou Sisi an apple on Christmas Eve. Will she be happy? Is it too abrupt?”
"It seems useless to tell you this. Forget it, you just need to know that I am not the 51st student." Gao Ming did not go on a killing spree. He didn't like killing: "I won't kill you, money." Junran was just swallowed, he is still alive."
"If I can persuade Youliang to stand on my side, no matter what rules he has, they will be ruined." Gao Ming did not waste time with his classmates. He wrote down all the experiences of Youliang's life: "I want Youliang to be on my side." There's no point in showing up to kill Malice, we can only start with what Youliang cherishes.”
This social practice class was full of weirdness. Gao Ming tried to shout for Youliang, but he didn't get any response.
“Other people's voting papers do not have these rules and restrictions on the back. Am I being treated differently?”
Standing up, Gao Ming looked around: "Youliang's nightmare is also in the school! The school in the nightmare is also a school! Could it be that the 51st student has been hiding in the school in the nightmare, so Situ An and the investigation bureau can't find him? ?”
“Zhou Sisi said that you were her deskmate before, and I'm sorry that I sat in your seat…”
"I just resigned from Henshan Prison a few days ago and became a freelance game designer. No one knows about this except me." Gao Ming decided to be a ghost game designer, and he slightly beautified himself After a moment: "And my life mission is also quite special. I need to control all of you and use your profession and personality to create a game ending that has never happened before."
Some shallow pictures came to mind, and gradually Gao Ming heard some voices.
"Gao Ming, everyone in the class is sending me messages! Some want me to go to the tunnel bus to find you, and some tell me not to go. What happened to you? I am very scared and worried now. Can you tell me Am I telling the truth?”
Seeing that his classmates were still where they were, Gao Ming stood up and walked away. He put away his student ID card and took out his voting paper.
“Is it because Xia Yang and I entered the nightmare last time and killed all the evil spirits that Youliang added a few rules to me this time?”
Opening the textbook, Gao Ming looked at the grade list on the wall. He suddenly remembered something: "The voice in the office building told Qian Junran that the 51st student was in the school, but they searched all over the school and only found Some memory fragments were found, but the 51st student was not found.”
Compared with others, Gao Ming's voting paper had a few more notes on the back—it was forbidden to kill any of his classmates, and it was forbidden to use any means such as poisoning, cursing, and verbal bewitching to indirectly force classmates to death.
The school in the nightmare is not much different from the school outside, except that it is called Hande Scholarly Academy.
After the leader Qian Junran was eaten, everyone's unity became loose and ridiculous.
"My understanding is that many people in this school have taken social practice classes. The nightmare run by everyone will have various endings. I need to use you to create an unprecedented future." Gao Ming still has half a sentence. The words were not spoken, but he was doing the same thing in reality.
Looking at the voting paper again, Gao Ming stood up suddenly. He ran to the top of the teaching building and opened the door to the rooftop.
"If you just want to find out your identity, do you need to bring a knife?" Gao Ming held Saeki's knife in his backhand: "Do you want to know what message I sent to the 51st student?"
“You said people who are not mentally ill would be happy every day, just like Zhou Sisi.”
Fragments of memory pieced together a vague face. Gao Ming did not look for it deliberately. He just followed the bits and pieces in his memory and finally stopped in the corridor outside the door of Class 13.
“Tell me what I saw. Can I save all of you with my life?”
When he looked up at the class, an ordinary student walked past him.
There is nothing special about this student. He is in a panic, as if he can't find his student ID card.
(End of this chapter)
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