Strange game designer.

Chapter 362 The First Hour

The East District security personnel under the command of Jingtuo God, the security team led by Wanjie who returned from Xinhu, countless ghost story players, as well as Gao Yun’s Student Union and the decomposed Gao Mings, all the "thugs" and "troublemakers" in the vast sea gathered in two communities. Even the "God" was overwhelmed at this time.

You have to know that these security personnel and ghost story players are all elites among elites. They have experienced countless life and death tests and have retained a lot of trump cards. Even if they have lost some of their memories and the abilities granted by ghosts, they are still difficult to deal with.

The two clay statues originally worked together to deal with Gao Ming, and he had no chance to resist, but now a hole was torn in this big net.

More and more people in Xiangshengyong Apartment were alarmed by the painter Gao Ming, but most of them hid in the house and secretly observed through the peephole and door cracks.

As time passed, the memories of the residents in the building began to be affected. The terrifying feeling of gradually forgetting themselves forced them to start looking for ways to save themselves.

The painter Gao Ming's physical strength was not as good as Zhuo Jun's. After running for a few more minutes, he really couldn't hold on any longer.

"If Zhuo Jun catches up with me, not only will I die, but the clay sculpture will also be in danger..." The paintbrush in his hand was like a carving knife. Painter Gao Ming dipped the paint mixed with his own blood and dotted it fiercely on the eyes of the clay sculpture.

At that moment, all the patterns painted on the clay sculpture seemed to come alive, and they drilled into the clay sculpture like crazy.

Spider-web-like fine blood vessels also appeared on the surface of the clay sculpture's skin, and the curse that the painter Gao Ming poured out with all his strength penetrated into the heart of the clay sculpture.

"My paintings are my life and my will. Gao Ming and I are integrated together, and you will also be integrated with me! Hahaha!" The painter Gao Ming laughed crazily. He seemed to have made a decision. When he turned the corner of the next corridor, he threw the clay sculpture covered with patterns at Zhuo Jun's face!
Zhuo Jun subconsciously caught the clay sculpture while running wildly. He felt something was wrong as soon as he paused. He felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone was pressing a knife against him.

Turning his head, grandma's eyes shifted to him.

She had no preference for high-ranking figures. When outsiders touched the clay sculpture, grandma's murderous intent became so strong that it became physical.

Zhuo Jun knew that clay sculpture was important, but now it was a hot potato.

The special portrait in his arm was gnawing at Zhuo Jun's flesh and blood. Compared to the clay sculpture, Gao's life, who was regarded as the primary target by the Investigation Bureau, was more important!
After a few breaths, Zhuo Jun slowed down, swung his arm, and threw the clay sculpture away from himself and Gao Ming.

"The old lady's target is the clay sculpture. I can't keep this thing. I'll use it to attract her attention first. After I kill Gao Ming, I'll gather people to deal with the old lady!"

The clay sculpture flew past grandma like a cannonball. She was so anxious that her eyes were bleeding, fearing that the clay sculpture would be damaged.

Wanjie, who was following at the back, narrowed his pupils at this moment. He did not expect the opportunity to come so suddenly.

The clay sculpture fell to the ground and rolled in his direction.

No longer hiding, Wanjie rushed out of the shadows, picked up the clay sculpture, and shouted to the blood ring: "Everyone gather at my location!"

These investigators who returned from Xinhu have many means of concealment. Internal communications regarding abnormal events have been blocked, but they also have another special communication method that even the General Administration is not aware of.

With his free hand reaching into his pocket, Wanjie smeared his blood on a little man made of hair. Seeing that the little man didn't react at all, Wanjie took out a long nail and nailed it directly through the little man's head!

At the same time, a scream was heard from room 1209 of the Xiangshengyong Apartment Complex, and a woman in a security uniform fell to the ground. Her messy head was tied with small braids, and a thumb-sized rag doll was wrapped at the end of each braid.

"Curse marriage? What's wrong with you?" The leader of Security Team 2 was a woman with a very good figure. She was very tall, but her whole body was wrapped in black cloth with not an inch of skin exposed.

"Deputy team leader, there's blood on the back of your head!" The other three girls from Security Team 2 helped Zhu Yin up. When they entered the apartment, they went into the same room in groups of five.

"Something happened to the boss!" Zhu Yin got up and grabbed the doll wrapped around his braids. "He asked me to notify the other team members immediately and get closer to where he is!"

"We have just entered the abnormal event, less than an hour later, and Wanjie has encountered trouble?" The leader of Team 2 held Zhuyin's shoulder and asked, "Are you sure there is no mistake?"

"It's an order from the highest level! The boss's eyes must have seen the real danger. We are in big trouble!" Zhu Yin smeared her blood on each doll, and after all the dolls smiled and opened their eyes, she began to talk to them.

"No, I can't use my ghost pattern. I can only rely on my own spiritual perception to forcibly notify everyone." After cutting her nails, Zhu Yin stuffed the blood from her fingertips into the doll's mouth. Her mouth and the doll's mouth shape gradually became the same.

Logically, all the security personnel scattered throughout the apartment building should have received the notice, but Zhu Yin's face looked extremely ugly. She had consumed a lot of her strength and vitality, but only received three responses.

"There's really a big problem." Zhu Yin's face was as pale as paper: "Based on the calculation that there are five people in a group, now apart from us, there are only fifteen people who can be contacted."

In the eyes of the security personnel who returned from Xinhu, Wanjie's words are rules that must be followed. If you want to stay alive, don't disobey Wanjie's orders. Those security personnel who did not reply may never be able to reply.

"Is this apartment so dangerous?" A member of Group 2 shuddered.

"The abilities of the ghosts in the building are related to memory. The reason you think it's nothing is probably because of my ability." The leader of Team 2 grabbed the black cloth on her arm. She had a great figure and outstanding temperament. The body wrapped in black cloth attracted endless reverie. At this time, she tore off the black cloth on her arm, and even her team members looked over there curiously.

Instead of the smooth, fair skin they had imagined, they only saw horrific scars and wrinkles.

"I can use my lifespan as a price to offset all the negative effects. But I age very quickly here. The whole building is governed by some kind of rules. If I'm not careful, my memory will be stolen and I'll lose myself."

The leader of Group 2 wrapped her arm again, and she went into the kitchen and took out an opened red gift box: "The gift is a secret deep in our memory, I hope everyone can keep it secret for each other."

Turning on the lighter, the leader of Group 2 burned the gift box into ashes. The minute hand of the clock on the wall also completed a full circle at this moment.

The clocks in all the rooms made strange noises. When the residents of the building looked at the clocks, they found their own figures slowly emerging on the dials.

(End of this chapter)