Strange Game Designer Chapter 54

Chapter 54 Nineteen Minutes

After repeated observations, Gao Ming was able to confirm that there was no one else in this room hidden underground except him and the investigator.

“The evil spirit is not on my side? But why doesn't the investigator run away? He is sitting on a chair, and his hands and feet are not tied by ropes. He can leave the chair by himself!”

The chair the investigator was sitting on was made of metal and leather, and the back and cushions were stained with large amounts of blood.

"Help me! Help!" The investigator sat motionless on the chair, shouting loudly, but did not even dare to tilt his body. He seemed to be deliberately luring Gao Ming over, but seeing the cold sweat on his face, he It's not like he's lying.

"What are you afraid of? What is hidden in the house?" This is obviously a trap. How dare Gao Ming go directly to it?

The investigator shook his head slightly and sweatdropped. It wasn't that he didn't know, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Is there a ghost that I can't see in the house?" Gao Ming asked tentatively. The investigator shook his head again and looked to the side, as if he wanted Gao Ming to be careful about the torture instruments around him.

Different blades will leave different wounds and cause different pain.

Everything seems to be deliberately arranged by evil spirits. Even if the victims escape, what greets them is not hope, but deeper despair.

Hands clenched, Gao Ming's already injured left eye started to bleed again.

The torture instruments became "excited". They temporarily abandoned their lives and disappeared into the darkness, and they all flocked to the next door.

Just when he made this move, he saw that the very ordinary chair suddenly locked the investigator's hands, and the torture instruments around him started to move on their own.

Compared with Gao Ming, Situ An's heart cracked earlier.

His face was pale, his body was soaked with cold sweat, and his teeth were almost broken. Gao Ming tightly grasped the chains that bound him with both hands.

Some things are easy to say but extremely difficult to do. Death is sometimes much easier than living.

Time passes too slowly, and death comes too slowly.

His fingers and legs were all covered in blood. Gao Ming began to feel dazed. He could no longer tell whether the cut on his chest was his clothes or his skin.

In just five minutes, the investigator who had eaten his flesh and blood was completely killed. His body disappeared, leaving only a beating heart covered in black letters on the seat.

Someone painted a smiling face on the big lock on the iron door, which seemed to be mocking all the people who were struggling.

Various knives are neatly placed on the table - boning knives, slicing knives, chopping knives, sashimi knives, peeling knives, V-shaped stab knives, U-shaped stab knives, scoring knives, ring-picking knives, round knives, etc. Hole poke knife, ball digging knife...

Timidity will make evil spirits see loopholes, fear will trigger a chain reaction, and despair must not appear. You must control every nerve of yours to survive!

There are no ghosts in the torture chamber, but they are more terrifying than any ghosts Gao Ming has encountered before.

The birds trapped in the dungeon were unable to open their wings, their feathers were plucked out one by one, their beaks were pried open, and their claws were broken.

Under that almost crazy torture, the cracks in Situ An's will began to expand, and screams rang out.

The red line was stretched straight, and the knife on the table seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. The sharp blade slowly came closer and stuck to the skin.

There are all kinds of scary things in this room, and what's even more frightening is that I will soon be dragged onto those instruments of torture.

The only thing he can feel now is that his heart is still beating, that he is still alive, and that he still has hope.

The sound of metal colliding rang in my ears, and chains crawled on the ground like snakes. The past of the deceased was written on those chains. They twisted humbly and allowed themselves to be driven.

The area of the underground torture chamber was not small, but it was not too big either. Gao Ming's body was soon entangled with thin blood-colored threads, and he was forcibly fixed to the chair.

The rough chains had worn out his skin, and Gao Ming was tied to the chair. He still remembered what Situ An said outside. The evil ghost likes to torture its victims. The more determined the person is, the more reluctant it is to kill directly. It will take one step Step by step to destroy the opponent.

"Can't wait any longer!" Gao Ming took advantage of all the torture tools to torture Situ An and broke free from the blood line. He wanted to run to the secret passage, but as soon as his feet stepped on the ground, he fell down and was injured. It was too serious, and now he had no ability to climb out of the secret passage that was inclined at nearly 90 degrees.

The way we came was impassable and the instruments of torture were all next door. Now there is only the passage behind the chair.

Blood soaked his legs, the tip of the knife touched the bones, and the wounds increased, even forming a cruel painting.

Gao Ming didn't know when someone would come to save him, maybe never. He didn't dare to think deeply, so he could only keep giving himself psychological hints. One second, two seconds…

　　Heart-piercing, the scene in front of him made Gao Ming unable to bear to look at it.

Time has never been so slow. The speed of the blade cutting through the skin seems to coincide with the speed of the second hand. All kinds of terrifying laughter are slowly approaching.

Eighteen minutes passed, and at the 19th minute, Situ An's suppressed voice came from the room next to Gao Ming.

This is a paradise built by evil spirits for themselves, and pain and harm do exist.

Gao Ming was actually at his limit. He knew very well that if he hadn't come in, there would have been another investigator on the chair. The death of the investigator bought him some time, and maybe he was the one who couldn't resist now.

The investigator's body was bent at will. He ate flesh and blood, and the skin and bones were connected, but the pain did not diminish.

“Save me! Save me!”

Climbing behind the chair, Gao Ming saw a dark iron door at the end of the passage. He beat it hard, but the iron door didn't move at all.

Each knife has its own function. They are kitchen utensils used by chefs to process ingredients, and they are also tools used by evil spirits to torture their prey.

During the torture just now, Gao Ming did not give up and paid attention to his surroundings.

run? Where can I run to?

“After torturing Situ An to death, those instruments of torture will come back to deal with me. Now is the best chance to leave!”

“If you want to live, you must not give up hope.”

Blood drops dripped to the ground, and the torture instruments in the corner looked like hungry wolves, licking up the fishy smell and gathering towards the chair.

The clock on the wall is the only thing in the house that has nothing to do with punishment, but it also seems extremely cruel at this time, because time has become a unit of measurement of pain and an accomplice of despair.

"There are three or two passages in this killing chamber. One is the secret passage I was thrown into just now. It is tilted at almost 90 degrees and is covered with sharp glass fragments; one leads to Situ An's room next door; and there is another passage under the chair. later…"

“Hold it, hold it!”

“Can't go back, absolutely can't go back!”

The partition in the middle of the chair was pulled open, the investigator's heart fell into the chair, and then the chair slowly moved towards Gaoming in the darkness.

The evil ghost's body is not here, these instruments of torture seem to be just a part of its "body".

The blood-red wooden table moved in the darkness. After Gao Ming saw the things placed on the table, the pupils in his remaining eyes suddenly narrowed.

As the screams sounded, all the torture instruments in the room seemed like sharks smelling blood. They were connected by red threads and swarmed towards the investigator in the middle of the seat!

Turning his head, Gao Ming saw the huge chair moving slowly behind him. It also followed the passage, seeming to "bite" Gao Ming on the seat again.

What the evil spirit wants is not that the bird will never be able to fly again; what it wants is that the bird will never have the thought of flying again. It likes to look at those birds with wings, crying and begging to cut off their wings!

The blood on the iron door had not dried yet. Gao Ming opened his backpack and grabbed a photo of himself and his parents. His blood-stained hand dialed his family's phone number.

A busy tone sounds. In an abnormal event that is completely isolated from the outside world, only a high-end mobile phone can make a call.

Every time the beeping sound sounded, the surrounding shadows became thicker. The father and mother in the photo seemed to hear the voice of Gao Ming. Their faces with strange smiles turned slightly and looked outside the photo. The high life!

(End of this chapter)

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