Strange Game Designer Chapter 405

Chapter 405 He is getting harder and harder to kill

"Everyone who answers the phone has a bad life?" Luo Dong thought about this sentence repeatedly and felt creepy.

"There are even stranger things." The middle-aged man tilted his head slightly and looked at Luo Dong: "The voice on the microphone was originally very strange. Every time we call again, the voice on the other side of the microphone will be more like Gao Mingyifen. It was exactly the same as Gao Ming until the end, but even if the voice was the same, through certain intonations and little habits, I could still be sure that the person answering the phone was not Gao Ming!”

"Is it becoming more and more like Gao Ming?" The feeling of unknown beings slowly replacing loved ones made Luo Dong feel extremely weird, but he was powerless to stop it.

"Yes, that's one of the reasons why we came to him."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Luo Dong fell silent. Even if he knew that there might be ghosts where his children lived, as a parent, he still chose to come here without hesitation.

"I don't know how you got here by mistake. After we made a phone call and went downstairs, we found that the outside world became a little different. We seemed to have entered somewhere by mistake. The lights in the distance became blurry, and there seemed to be shadows. Crawling in the corner. But because we were too worried about our lives, we didn't pay much attention to this and went to find him according to the address in our memory.” The middle-aged man's head slowly dropped, and a trace of blood remained on the neck of the raincoat. "Are you here to see your child too?"

"I was trapped in an abnormal incident. My wife and daughter were in disarray, and my only son was missing in the building." Luo Dong tried his best to control himself not to look at the blood.

"Don't be afraid, this blood... is not human..." The middle-aged man seemed to be stunned, his body trembled slightly, and his pupils slowly narrowed: "In order to get to Gao Ming's rental house as soon as possible, we got into a car In the taxi, the driver told us a lot of very scary stories, including the murders that happened in Hanhai in recent years. He told us in great detail, as if he was at the scene. We initially suspected that he was the murderer, but he told us. This is what those passengers told it personally, and it wants to hear our story.”

"What story did you tell?" Luo Dong asked subconsciously.

"Through the conversation along the way, I noticed two things. The road the driver took was not heading towards Gaoming at all, and the horrific incidents he mentioned have become reality. I suspect that he is responsible for all homicides. The maker of it, so..." The middle-aged man stared at Luo Dong, and after confirming again that Luo Dong was a living person with a "heartbeat", he said word by word: "I told it a story about a taxi on a rainy night. The perverted driver of the night train met two couple passengers suffering from severe mental delusions on a rainy midnight. The perverted driver seemed to show off and told some horrific murders. When he was at his best, he was killed by the couple together. die."

As a listener, Luo Dong could no longer tell whether the man was telling a story or reality, or whether the two were mixed together. He tacitly agreed not to ask.

"Would you like a drink of water?" The middle-aged man's voice was mixed with a slight sound of inhalation. He stared directly into Luo Dong's eyes. The sound of chopping meat in the kitchen now became more harsh.

There were two kettles on the coffee table, one white and one red. The middle-aged man poured Luo Dong a cup of hot water from the red kettle.

"Don't be nervous. You have fallen into this hellish place. It should be clear that the driver is not a living person, and the couple are not lunatics suffering from mental delusions." The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze: "After we finish telling the story , I drove through the night and met all kinds of strange passengers, and it took me a long time to get here."

Silently looking away, Luo Dong tried his best to keep himself calm. He didn't care about why the man drove the car by himself after telling the story. He didn't ask about the whereabouts of the driver, or how he got into the taxi and various other things. Passengers, he didn't want to know where the passengers ended up.

The only thing that is certain now is that Gao Ming's parents went through a lot to get here that night. And only Gao Ming's parents know these things.

"It's really hard for you to find a good life." Luo Dong sighed with emotion, but he didn't expect the middle-aged man to shake his head again.

"We didn't really realize the problem until we got here. Gao Ming was not in the room. We, the husband and wife, seemed to have been misled by something, and it trapped us here." The middle-aged man's eyes moved to the fruit knife under the coffee table. superior.

"You don't know where Gao Ming has gone?" In Luo Dong's mind, Gao Ming is the **** of Kaitan players, creating hope in all the impossible. If Gao Ming is here, then the opponent must be able to break the game. "Gao Ming..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting the middle-aged man's words. He motioned to Luo Dong to hide in the bathroom first.

After Luo Dong hid, the man sprinkled the water from the water cup on his raincoat. As if he had just returned home, he walked to the door and opened it.

Gao Ming, carrying a schoolbag and wearing school uniform, stood at the door. His expression was no longer stiff, and was almost the same as the Gao Ming in Luo Dong's memory.

"Dad, the bus we took for the outing had some problems on the road, so we came back late." Gao Ming carried a strange gift box and entered the house directly as if he had really returned to his own home.

Looking at Gao Ming in school uniform, Luo Dong was a little surprised. This Gao Ming seemed to be trapped in the night at the end of the outing, like a child who had not grown up.

The middle-aged man took it for granted and took the gift box and school bag: "Your mother is cooking. You should take a bath first."

Gao Ming shook his head and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face: "I had a dream on the bus. I dreamed that I was stabbed from behind while taking a shower, and my most precious gift was also stabbed. Ruined."

"Oh, what else did you dream about?"

"It's very scary. I dreamed of all kinds of ways to die, and each of them happened in this apartment, but I just couldn't see who the murderer was." Gao Ming, who was wearing a school uniform, was holding a gift. The thing seemed bigger than him. All lives matter.

"Dreams are all backwards." The middle-aged man took off his raincoat, revealing the dirty shirt underneath: "I just got off work. It's not peaceful outside recently. There are also some disappearances and murders on the news. You Stay at home from now on."

The man picked up the white kettle, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Gao Ming: "Drink more hot water and less drinks."

The smile on Gao Ming's face was a little weird, and he shook his head again: "I'd better drink cold water."

He walked to the coffee table, picked up the red kettle, poured himself a glass of water, drank it in one gulp, and then began to rummage for something in his schoolbag.

(End of chapter)

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