Strange Game Designer
/ Strange Game Designer Chapter 94
Chapter 94 Me and my corpse
Xia Yang in the red mural is sitting on the sofa and looking back; Gao Ming in the real living room is standing next to the sofa, facing the wall.
They looked at each other, and the flowing red and distorted darkness divided the picture.
In the painting, Xia Yang seems to have become a part of the painting. He is smiling as usual, and his eyes gradually move from Gao Ming to his hands.
The hands were not painted with paint, but with blood, and each finger was soaked in the blood of the victim.
Gently holding a finger in his mouth, Xia Yang closed his eyes, as if he was recalling a certain feeling.
He seemed to have a sudden inspiration, turned around and walked upstairs.
“How was this done?” Gao Ming knew that Zhai Shui had obtained a very special black and white photo of his body, but he had never seen that photo in detail.
How could the owner of the garden get angry with the flowers in the garden?
The walls of the real living room are covered with blood-colored murals. In the murals, there are several blurry paintings hanging on the walls of the living room.
The more Gao Ming wanted to see clearly, the blurrier the paintings became. He kept getting closer and moving forward, as if he was attracted by something.
The third painting is more complicated. An old man stands in front of the God of Death. He looks back and sees that the path he came from is paved with his younger self. There is a newborn baby on the first step. Coincidentally, it is that Death placed the baby on the steps. “Can these three paintings be taken out?”
Gao Ming stepped on the steps and reached the second floor. He heard the sound of the brush sliding on the paper.
In the second painting, there is a baby boy with the appearance of an adult. His hands and feet are about the same size. His body is curled up, as if he has returned to his mother's belly and is in the stage of being conceived again.
He lives a casual life and never gets angry. Perhaps deep down in his heart, he does not regard people as human beings at all.
"When I saw that person chatting with the administrator this morning, I roughly guessed that person was you." Xia Yang's voice was unhurried: "Because the game you made became a reality, and all those horrible things happened. It seems like you can really see the future.”
Going to the sofa again, Gao Ming stepped on the blood-red floor, approached the wall, and looked at the paintings hanging there.
"Since you found out a long time ago, why did you go to the art exhibition and throw the painting into the trash can? With your skills, you can continue to pretend." Gao Ming couldn't guess what Xia Yang was thinking. This kind of madness was extreme. The way people think about problems is different from normal people.
"Not necessarily. There are too many murderers of mine, and fate will force you to go in a certain direction." Gao Ming's words were very free and easy, but only he knew how painful these words were.
"The Backwater Forum was set up just 23 hours ago. Only four people know the various code words I wrote, myself, the Backwater administrator, and two murdered horror game players. But this morning, there was one person who was not only proficient in all the code words, but also Conversing with the administrator skillfully, as if he was deliberately testing something." Xia Yang's painting movements did not pause at all, as if he was saying a very ordinary thing: "Dead people cannot speak, and the administrator himself has not fully mastered the code words. The most outrageous thing was that I hadn't even finalized some of the code words yet, but that person actually helped me perfect them, as if he had seen the future.”
"So you are here now just to kill me in advance?" The smile on Xia Yang's face became even warmer, which did not match the **** room at all: "You want to kill all the murderers who may kill you in the future in advance. ? Even if they haven't killed anyone yet, your justice doesn't seem to be justice, does it?
After working together for several years, Gao Ming only now has a real understanding of Xia Yang.
Gao Ming indeed ignored this point when he used the secret code of the Surabaya forum in the morning, because he did not know when Backwater established the forum and the specific steps it had taken.
Walking through the scraps of manuscripts all over the floor, Gao Ming stopped in front of the master bedroom door.
Approaching the mural, Gao Ming discovered that there were some differences between this huge painting and reality.
"The future is not static. I have only seen one ending." Gao Ming touched his heart gently: "You have become the top player in Hanhai. Your reputation as a backwater has made even the investigation bureau find it difficult. You have a very strong position among the players. With the appeal, you carefully planned and cooperated with more than a dozen players to hunt me down and cut me into pieces.”
In this living room that is completely wrapped in blood, the three paintings on the wall look different. They each have different colors. It feels like... the colorful Gao Ming in the black and white photos.
As soon as this idea came to his mind, a drop of red paint fell on Gao Ming's face, and the skin covered by the paint seemed to slowly turn into blood color.
"In this case, is it true that the future you saw will never happen?" Xia Yang is not afraid of death, he seems to just want to talk to Gao Ming.
No one can get into Xia Yang's heart. He treats everyone tenderly and despises everyone equally.
Looking around, he saw that the living room in reality had disappeared, and he seemed to be trapped in the painting.
“What you said makes sense, so I won't disclose all the information casually this time.”
By the time he reacted, everything around him had turned red, and he had walked into the painting at some point.
“Xia Yang just went upstairs.”
"Because I'm also curious, what will be my ending in the future?" Xia Yang finished the last stroke, and turned around, revealing his almost hollowed chest.
The first painting is full of handsome men and women. Their body proportions are perfect. They are simply masterpieces of nature. However, in the painting, they have lost their hands or feet, and their symmetry has been forcibly broken.
Xia Yang, who was covered in blood, cut open his heart, held a paintbrush, and created a life-size self-portrait on a huge canvas with the blood in his heart.
“I haven't felt the existence of shadows. Could it be that the interior of this painting, like my torture house, is a space independent of the shadow world and reality?”
"For the benefit of all players, you disclosed the game's clearance guide. Everyone knows that you obtained the guide in advance, and they think you must have something good, so they chose to hunt you as a target." Xia Yang threw away the paintbrush in his hand: "I Before I finished the painting, the brush was an indispensable part of me, but when I finished the last work, everything that was once indispensable can be thrown away.”
"I have disclosed the clearance strategy for the subsequent game, but the original clearance strategy was only known to you, me and Wei Dayou." Gao Ming did not lie. He now feels like he is having a conversation with the fate of a certain part of the future.
“You knew I would come to find you?” Gao Ming's journey was smooth and the door to the villa was open.
"Why would I kill you? What's the reason?" Xia Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips.
"Here you come? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Xia Yang did not look back and was still creating. The life-size self-portrait seemed to be all his efforts.
“Mr. The world has passed ten thousand times, now I just want to save myself once.”
"I will not stop you from killing me. Death is something that is bound to happen. Living is a demand, and dying is a gift." Xia Yang opened his arms and stood in front of the self-portrait: "It's just that I don't think you should have Opportunity kills me."
(End of this chapter)
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