Strange Game Designer Chapter 300

Chapter 300 Do it!

“A bunch of bastards.”

The investigator from the Lishan Investigation Bureau stared at the back of the fourth security team and cursed in a low voice: "You don't want to work together to deal with the ghosts at this time, and you still want to steal our things?"

"Many people are indeed worse than ghosts. When the disaster completely breaks out, you will see more ugly things." Chen Yuntian gently patted Bai Xiao's shoulder and said very seriously: "But I hope you will never Lose yourself and understand what you are living for.”

Chen Yuntian knew that those security personnel were the bureau's trump cards, and they were so strong that they hardly looked like human beings. If they really broke up with each other, it would be his own investigators who would suffer.

“Director, thank you for speaking for me just now.” Bai Xiao put away the long knife. He seemed to sense something and turned to look at the far corner.

“The Investigation Bureau was originally established to protect the citizens of Hanhai, but if we can't protect ourselves, how can we protect others?” Chen Yuntian walked towards the corridor: “I have always treated you as my own children.”

In the corridor, four groups of security personnel formed a formation and followed the paper dolls. Their combination was very strange.

“Team leader?”

The leader of the fourth group took out a stick of incense from his sleeve, lit it and placed it directly north of the elevator car.

"Did that guy escape here?" Before the old man could react, he saw that the damaged wall had been restored. This corridor seemed to have no end. More and more ghosts appeared in the ghost market. Some of them were residents of the building, and some of them were residents of the building. Some were wearing hospital gowns from Lishan Hospital. What made him even more uneasy was that some highly alienated evil spirits and clay sculptures were also walking in the corridors.

Couplets are posted on the old blue-gray elevator door. The faded words "happy" sway in the wind. The lighting above the head seems to have poor contact, flickering on and off.

The soul of a child seemed to be hidden in the sieve of bones. After hitting the ground, it actually rolled upstairs.

After speaking, he threw the sieve into the corridor.

“They are seeking death themselves. You can't blame me for being cruel.”

There was a sudden pain in his heart, as if he had been pricked by a needle. The leader of the fourth group stopped and took out a piece of turbid jade carving from his chest.

"This ghost is so cruel. I have already thought of how he will die." Xia Yang's voice reached his ears. He and Gao Ming walked into the fire. The elevator started and the fire light faded, but there was an extra thing on the elevator car. A burning painting.

Hold down with five fingers and slam down, a prairie fire poured into the elevator. Several figures were struggling in pain in the dancing firelight.

Arriving on the eleventh floor, the sound of hawking suddenly reached the ears of the four security teams. The corridor was no longer dark, and red lanterns were hung on the door frames. Residents on this floor set up stalls at the door, selling various daily necessities, including most of them. Most items were stained with blood.

Generally few people would engrave their names on jade, but the old man's own name was engraved on that piece of white jade.

The old man who opened the road had paper figures tied in his hands. He was pedantic and old-fashioned, as if he was still living in the last era.

Hands raised lightly, the white bone sieves in the spiritual tablets rolled to the ground, colliding with each other, and did not stop until they reached the elevator entrance.

A few minutes after they went upstairs, Gao Ming, who had changed his clothes, appeared in the corridor.

There are various advertisements posted in the small car, and there are also many abusive words.

Swinging the copper hammer, the wall was torn apart. The resident selling things turned out to be just a painting on the wall.

"Don't panic, these things were drawn by some evil spirit and are not real. We just need to escape from the illusion." The old man cut his palm and smeared blood on his eyelids: "It's even connected to Lishan Hospital. Even if it dares to draw clay sculptures, doesn't it know that there is a certain probability that dead gods will be attached to its portraits and clay sculptures?”

Standing in front of the fire, the leader of the fourth group looked grim. He looked at the twisted figures in the firelight and picked up the bone sieve on the ground. He threw three bones into the fire casually, and he held the last bone through the sieve and said, "Lead the way."

“Eat well, ready for the journey.”

The indicator light turned on, and the blood-red numbers looked like blood-red eyes, staring at everyone.

“Lead the way.”

“Would you like to take the elevator?” The members of the four groups were boosted by high power as soon as they arrived at Hanhai and started the highest difficulty dungeon. Now after leaving the hospital, they have become cautious.

"Of course I know." The resident who had been destroyed by the old man appeared again, and Xia Yang's voice came from his mouth: "But I just want you to die."

“You dare to accept money from the King of Hell?”

The old man grabbed the spiritual tablet with the child's photo on it, glared angrily, and uttered the truth. The spiritual tablet in his hand shattered, and the child's cry came from it.

At this time, a small crack appeared on the white jade, without any bump. The crack started from the center of the jade.

Security Team Four was trapped by Xia Yang. In order to cooperate with Xia Yang, several residents of the Surabaya Apartment also ran out of the black and white photos. The ghosts in the ghost city were not all fake.

Grabbed a handful of paper money and scattered it. When all the paper money on the surface was scattered, the old man took out the fire fold hidden underneath.

“It's fake to be real, is this ghost market painted?” The old man immediately remembered Xia Yang they met in Lishan Hospital. Xia Yang, who was good at painting, stopped all the security teams by himself, delaying it for a long time.

"Ghost market." The old man took out the copper hammer and drew the talisman with one hand. He took another sip of strong wine and sprayed it on the talisman.

The team members following the old man were armed with guns and ammunition, wearing night vision goggles and various props produced by the Mystery Research Institute.

The paper money that the old man scattered just now was ignited, and all the ghosts who took the old man's paper money let out extremely miserable wails.

With his back to the light of the fire, the old man led the team behind the sieve.

Smoke curled up, and a human silhouette appeared vaguely in the smoke. They crowded in the elevator and all looked at the old man.

The elevator door opened slowly, a little laggy, like a tape that had a problem.

The gunfire rang out, and the people from the fourth security team wanted to kill Xia Yang, but all they got was Xia Yang's laughter: "Can you still catch me this time?"

The residents of the apartment burned by the fire pushed a faceless old man into the furnace.

Fire burned on the talisman paper, and the old man posted the talisman on the porch. The shouts began to be distorted, and the bodies of the residents in the building who were close to the fourth security team became stiff.

Opening the lid of the box, it was filled with paper money.

“It's okay, keep going up.” Following the beating of the white bone sieve, the fourth security team had already distanced itself from Bai Xiao and the others.

“Don't worry about this world after you die. I'll take you where you need to go.” The old man waved back, and a team member placed the box he was carrying in front of the old man.

“Team leader, don't you worry about the life and death of those investigators? There is a lot of gloom in this building, and there should be more than one big ghost hiding there.”

After confirming that there was no problem here, Gao Ming carried the large bag of toys and entered the elevator again.

The numbers on the display screen kept changing, and he took out a color photo of Afang's body.

(End of this chapter)

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