Strange Game Designer Chapter 377

Chapter 377 The Platform of Memory

The kind-hearted Gao Ming took a lot of effort to explain clearly, so that all the Gao Ming in the car had a general understanding of their current situation.

Knowing that they are in a desperate situation, every fatality in the car has a different reaction. Their past experiences have shaped different characters.

"Actually, you don't need to be overly nervous. According to the information I obtained, our bodies were plotted by 'God'. It imprisoned us in different rooms, making it impossible for us to meet. Normally, it is almost impossible for us to get together. Together, it was the bravest Gao Ming who created an opportunity for us." Seeing that someone was dissatisfied with ordinary Gao Ming, the kind-hearted Gao Ming quickly spoke.

The most ordinary Gao Ming didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and smiled bitterly. He knew that he was not the bravest Gao Ming at all. He was just the most ordinary one among all the people. He was inferior to anyone and was worthless.

"Don't waste time on useless things." The painter Gao Ming seemed a little out of place among the "nest" of Gao Ming. He clutched his brush and glanced at all the Gao Ming's faces, and finally looked at the driver. room.

"The people in this bus heading past are all Gao Ming. It seems that we are the only ones on this bus, but..." The painter Gao Ming suddenly walked to the driver's cab and smashed the glass door of the driver's cab hard: "This Who is driving? He is also high, but why is he driving this car? "

Everyone was attracted by the painter's words. Everyone looked towards the driver's cab. No matter how they adjusted the angle, they could not see the driver's face, only the driver's back.

Judging from the back view, the driver was wearing a high school uniform, which was consistent with Gao Ming's back. The driver should also be a Gao Ming.

"Why is this high life not a passenger?"

The painter hit the driver's cabin hard, hoping that the other person would stop, but the person had no intention of slowing down.

The kind-hearted Gao Ming also walked over with a strange expression. Was the driver also a Gao Ming? But why can he become a driver? Why can we master the past?

None of the other Gaomings understood it. Only the most ordinary Gaoming had some broken scenes flashing through his mind. He vaguely saw himself entering a certain tunnel again and again and being killed from behind again and again, but he never saw it. The murderer's face was only seen in a blur from his back.

"Is it him? Is...the murderer?"

The night wind blew through the car window, and the chill made Gao Ming shiver. He sat in his seat and fell into deep thought.

The time on the electronic watch in the car continued to decrease, and the outline of a certain building outside the window became clear. Ten seconds later, the bus stopped in front of that building.

"The train has stopped?" Passengers looked out and saw warm lights shining on the platform. The platform had a strange name, called - I Have Feeled Warmth.

Behind this platform is a residential building that is completely different from Xiang Shengyong Apartment. It makes all Gaoming feel familiar and cordial.

"Are you home? Isn't this the home we have lived in for more than ten years!"

The figures of the family appeared at the window. They had prepared a large table of meals and were waiting for Gao Xing to return home.

The warmest light in the world is the lamp at home. At this time, the dim light paved a road.

"If no one gets off the bus, the car doesn't seem to start." Kind-hearted Gaoming stared at the electronic watch that was still running backwards on the bus: "I seem to understand! This car is similar to what a group leader saw. In the corridor, every platform where the bus stops is equivalent to a team leader's office filled with desperate memories. Only when we get off the bus and pick up all the desperate memories and carry our own past can we go to the next platform.”

The painter Gao Ming narrowed his eyes: "In other words, if you want to end all this, you have to pick up the memories on each platform and reach the end?"

"I don't care what you are talking about, I'm getting off the car." The timidest Gao Minglao felt that the corpse next to him was looking at him, but what was more frightening than the corpse was all the Gao Ming around him, a group of him sitting in a car On the night train, it was so weird and scary. The timidest Gao Ming couldn't stay for a moment, especially after seeing the lights of his home.

After rushing off the bus, the timid Gao Ming walked across the platform and ran on the road paved with lights. He couldn't wait to knock on the door of his house.

The passengers could see clearly in the car. The door to the house was opened, but the figures of the family members became extremely terrifying. However, Gao Ming did not seem to notice it at all. He was left in that home until the lights went out and the door opened again. closure.

The vehicle started, and the timidest Gao Ming was left here forever, seemingly becoming a part of this, but he also successfully helped everyone get through the first platform.

"If you want to reach the end, you must not be immersed in beautiful fantasies. You must always consider problems from the worst perspective." The painter Gao Ming shook his head. He returned to his seat and picked up a paintbrush to paint on the car.

Gao Ming just disappeared, and his vacant seat seemed a bit dazzling at this time.

Before everyone could get over the emotions just now, the bus stopped again.

The car door opened, and Kind Gaoming looked at the platform. The name of this station was - I once liked someone.

It seemed to be raining lightly outside the window, and the car windows and memories became hazy. The passengers looked at each other, and no one dared to get out directly.

The rain became heavier, and a figure suddenly ran toward the platform in the darkness. She was wearing the same school uniform as Gao Ming, and she was holding a book in her arms.

"Liu Yi?"

The girl's hair was wet, and water dropped down from her face. Maybe she was not the most beautiful in the world, but for many people in Class 13, they would still think of her smile years later.

The platform shrouded in darkness seemed to welcome a beam of moonlight, and the ordinary night turned into an unforgettable memory because of the appearance of one person.

Gao Ming, who had been silent in the second to last row of the bus, stood up. He looked a little haggard, and the look he looked at Liu Yi was different from other Gao Ming's. There was hesitation, guilt, and helplessness.

"The watch in the car didn't stop. If we didn't reach the destination within the fixed time, we probably would never have arrived." Gaoming, the painter, couldn't open the door of the driver's cab. He gave up controlling the vehicle and looked at the man who had just stood up. The fateful one: "If you want to go down, you'd better hurry up. If you miss this stop, you may never see it again."

Water gradually accumulated between the bus and the platform. The silent Gao Ming grabbed the armrest and stood in the car looking at Liu Yi.

Boom!

Thunder sounded, and a red umbrella appeared outside the platform.

Her high heels were treading in the water, and a woman with an extremely delicate appearance was silently staring at the platform.

Gao Ming in the car had no memory of that woman, but when the other woman looked at him with disappointment, Gao Ming felt very painful.

(End of chapter)

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