Strange Game Designer Chapter 81

Chapter 81 Smell throughout life (third update)

That hand did not have the warmth of a living person and was covered with calluses and hard scabs.

There is mud left on the fingers, the nails seem to have been bitten with teeth, and there are irregular cracks on the edges.

In the complete darkness and silence, that hand became the only being that could provide Gao Ming information.

“Without hearing and vision, the madman in the dark cellar uses his hands to feel the world, although his world may just be an abandoned cellar.”

The five fingers were suddenly clenched backwards, Gao Ming seemed to be bitten by a wild beast, and a huge force dragged him towards the inside of the black cellar.

Protecting his head, Gao Ming could no longer tell his direction. A few minutes later, he fell into the mud.

He had smelled a similar stench when he entered the dark cellar. He was not disgusted by the stench, and even felt a little comfortable.

“I want to find a way out through smell?”

He couldn't see what was in the darkness, but he could feel the pain.

The smell of mothballs came from a man in a jacket. The three of them seemed to have agreed that the middle-aged couple would give their good lives to the man in the jacket.

“Smell represents memory. After smelling the smell, the corresponding memory scene will reappear. Was the blind madman sold by his parents when he was a child? Is the man in the jacket the one who bought him?”

The collar was grabbed by the man in the jacket. Gao Ming smelled the pungent smell of mothballs and was dragged somewhere.

“This hand not only gives me food, but also wants to teach me how to survive.”

The other party is much taller than me and very strong. The pungent smell of mothballs comes from the other party's clothes.

Slowly, Gao Ming smelled the fragrance of osmanthus again. This fragrance can relieve depression and has certain curative effects on some patients with manic psychosis.

In order to verify this guess, Gao Ming held his head and walked a few steps toward the place where the scent of osmanthus came. After being beaten again, he quickly retreated.

“The inside of the black cellar is hidden underground and is full of mud. The mud here shouldn't smell like this.”

Knowing that he was going to be caught, Gao Ming suddenly turned his head and bumped into the person in front of him. He started to fight back, grabbing the other person's body with both hands and judging by touch.

His idea is very good, let those who beat him in Guihuaxiang stop the "mothballs". It would be better if both sides can fight!

Fleeing backwards from the scent of osmanthus, the beating did not stop until it could no longer be smelled.

There are many reasons for this situation. The individual's emotional changes are very important. When he smells a certain smell, he feels happy, and that smell is an irreplaceable fragrance for him.

“Why do you get beaten when you smell the fragrance of osmanthus? This fragrance represents the memory of being beaten?”

He knelt on the ground and touched the grass and leaves. The smell he smelled seemed to become reality and be received by touch.

“The owner of that hand didn't kill me directly, he might need me to do something.”

“The scent of osmanthus is associated with the scene of being beaten. This may be the memory of the blind madman.”

Standing up, Gao Ming approached Osmanthus fragrans, but before he could reach it, he was kicked to the ground hard and hit with belts, wooden chairs, fists, and various other things.

Just like many people, when they smell the disinfectant water in the hospital, they will think of the memory of getting injections in the hospital when they were children, the memory of being sick, etc.

Returning the way he came, Gao Ming squatted on the ground. After getting used to using sight and hearing to understand the world, he now couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart. This is human nature.

A bowl of steaming rice was delivered to Gao Ming's hand, and that hand gave him a pair of chopsticks.

Gao Ming had never played such a perverted game. After thinking for a moment, he cheered up and said, "I must survive and recommend such a fun game to Situ An."

"Where am I?"

With the cooperation of the smell, the two of them beat the "mothballs" away, and Gao Ming's hand was caught for the third time.

The owner of this stinking conflict with the man in the jacket caused Gao Ming to regain his freedom. Most people would choose to run away at this time, but Gao Ming recalled a very important point.

Osmanthus fragrant represents a stout middle-aged man and a woman in a skirt. One of them is holding a belt and the other is holding a chair. They beat themselves up without mercy.

While doing psychological counseling work for patients, he saw some people with special habits. For those people, the smell that ordinary people feel is a smell to them.

“The lunatic who was beaten to death by the villagers in the dog cellar case was a blind man who was deaf in both ears. Now I am in the same situation as him.”

A few minutes later, a smell that clearly belonged to mothballs appeared, and Gao Ming's hand was held again.

The surroundings were still dark and there was no sound. Gao Ming got up from the ground and walked in a random direction. He walked several steps without touching the stone wall.

“Are these two smells the same thing?”

The pungent smell of mothballs followed closely behind him. Although he could not see or hear him, Gao Ming still gritted his teeth and ran! He seemed to be being oppressed and chased by the whole world!

Soon the scent of osmanthus emerged. Gao Ming covered his head and rushed in. The belt hit him, and the smell of mothballs also followed, but there was no conflict between the two.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the smell of potion began to appear, but at this moment, a smell suddenly approached, and Gao Ming felt that his arm was grabbed by another hand.

Carefully distinguishing various smells, the fresh fragrance of earth slowly disappeared, and the smell of car exhaust and smoke hit his face. He seemed to be standing in the middle of a crowd, being constantly bumped into.

It is not big, and its palms are full of calluses. It seems that it often knits things and does some physical work.

Gao Ming followed the man for a few steps, and he gradually discovered that the smell of mothballs was mixed with a very faint smell of blood. Feeling bad in his heart, Gao Ming bit the hand directly. After breaking free, he ran towards the place where the scent of osmanthus came from in his memory.

Without giving up, Gao Ming grabbed a handful of mud from the ground, rubbed it, and put it under his nose.

The fire burned, and the special smell of smoke wafted away. Gao Ming followed the hand honestly, and soon he smelled the aroma of roasted tofu, sweet potatoes, and fried bacon.

Can't see or hear, but Gao Ming also has the senses of touch and smell.

There is nothing to be seen, only various smells pouring into the nasal cavity, and Gao Ming cannot distinguish them at all.

Gao Ming was shocked when he first got the knife, but then the other party gave him sliced bamboo strips and taught him step by step how to weave a bamboo basket.

He smelled the fresh smell of earth after the rain, and when he smelled the smell, he touched a blade of grass with his fingers.

After thinking about this, Gao Ming made a rather special decision. He grabbed a handful of soil, clenched his fist and swung it towards the "mothballs".

After being beaten for the third time, Gao Ming also tried to escape, but without vision and hearing, it was really difficult.

His taste buds were urging him to die, and he buried himself in eating. It was the most delicious meal he had eaten recently. The aroma was indescribable, as if he was tasting all the beauty of childhood, and also poured in the taste of longing and home.

Compared with vision and hearing, the memory presented by the sense of smell is more realistic and emotional, because when preserving the memory, it bypasses the thalamus, which transmits sensory information, and directly acts on the hippocampus and amygdala.

Different from the previous two times, the hand holding Gao Ming this time was warm.

“It feels like I have returned from the city to my hometown in the countryside when I was a child.”

As a psychological counselor, Gao Ming knows very well that smell can also preserve memories.

After devouring the food, Gao Ming still sat there, and the other hand gave him a knife.

He was beaten so many times just now, and he wants to pay it back.

The smell of smoke, crowded sweat, car exhaust, and the smell of bread and coffee in the air slowly disappeared, replaced by the wind blowing in the face, the faint smell of wheat, and the smell of rice coming from every house.

His body unconsciously moved closer to that hand. In a daze, Gao Ming had forgotten that he wanted to clear the "game". He just instinctively wanted to stay with that hand.

In this silent and dark world, only the hands that appeared at the end could bring him a sense of security.

(End of this chapter)

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