Strange game designer.

Chapter 444 Camp
The black fog descended silently, as if the night had fallen onto the vast ocean, quietly drowning everyone.

All the security personnel near the station had heard of Gao Ming's name, but they did not expect Gao Ming to appear in this way.

The bus, which was sprayed with special paint, drove along the road and finally stopped a few meters away from Jingtuo Shen. The lights went out, Gao Ming let go of the steering wheel, and a masked ghost story player took his place in the driver's seat.

The car door creaked open, the rust fell off, and Gao Ming walked out.

"Which garbage dump did you buy this car from?" Jingtuo Shen smelled a strange odor coming from the car. No, to be more precise, the car itself had a stench that could not be removed.

"My people are all here." Gao Ming's voice was calm. He looked as if he was forced to participate in the company team-building event. He was not happy, but he was not nervous or afraid either.

"Your people?" Jingtuo Shen and the surrounding security personnel looked at the bus. In this old bus, there was a person sitting in each seat. Most of them wore masks, and some of them wore strange red clothes.

"Now that we are all here, let's set off together. The longer we delay, the smaller the chances of survival for those in Xiaoan Town will be." Jingtuo God picked up the solitary lamp and asked his men to push Wanjie, and took the initiative to walk in front.

The burning lamp gave off a strange smell, and there were faint screams coming from the lamp. Gao Ming glanced at the God of Jingtuo and asked: "How many people did you burn to light it?"

The faces of the security personnel around them darkened. They were deliberately avoiding this topic.

The light inside the lampshade was not dazzling, nor did it bring any warmth to people. Instead, when you got close to it, you would get a strange, creepy feeling.

The eyeball planted in Zhang Ding's eye socket seems deep and dark, but there is also light hidden in it, a light that makes people very uncomfortable. So is the dream ghost's ability related to light?

Gao Ming waved his hand, signaling the driver to start the bus, and slowly followed Jingtuo Shen.

Compared to Gao Ming, Jingtuo Shen's expression was much more solemn. He looked at the black fog in front of him that was slowly moving towards the vast ocean, and slowly exerted force on the fingers holding the lonely lamp.

"Everyone must not leave the range of the light, gather around me, and prepare to enter the black fog!"

The crowd moved slowly, the straight road seemed to become twisted and crooked, and the trees on both sides were shaking slightly.

A gust of night wind blew, and the mist covered the bodies of Jingtuo Shen and Wanjie, like a gauze floating over Gao Ming's shoulders, and flowing back along the two sides of the bus.

"It seems there is nothing unusual." The moment they stepped into the black fog, the pupils of Jingtuo Shen and Gao Ming began to shrink, and the "ghost patterns" on their bodies began to hide actively. As for the other security personnel, they did not notice the danger. This black fog looked like ordinary fog, and it did not seem like the legend said that it could sweep away people's souls.

The security guard who was pushing the car where Wanjie was placed couldn't help but look back. A few meters away was a place that was not covered by the black fog. If he wanted to go back now, it seemed that he could do so at any time.

"Don't look back, just follow the lights." Jingtuo Shen maintained his pace, walking neither fast nor slow. He had memorized the map of the surroundings in his mind. The locations of all the buildings were clear to him, and he even remembered the thicker trees and larger advertising signs.

The bus slowly followed Gao Ming. The passengers inside were as quiet as the dead. Some security personnel looked into the bus curiously, but they could only see drooping heads.

The light around was fading, and all the objects that could be seen were in good condition. The interior of the black fog was even more ordinary than the vast ocean.

No one dared to let down their guard. After they walked about three hundred meters, Wanjie suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

Noticing his unusual movement, Jingtuo Shen immediately stopped, and the other security personnel all looked behind them. The thick black fog had completely obscured everything, and behind them was only the road that appeared and disappeared in the fog.

"What did you see?" Jingtuo Shen stared at Wanjie: "Don't let me use medicine on you just after entering the black fog."

"Nothing, I just took a look. You're too nervous." Wanjie's body was fixed on the trolley, and his body below the neck was covered by special cloth.

"If we can't find information recorder No. 0003, the team members who trust you the most will become the oil in the next lamp." Jingtuo Shen didn't believe what Wanjie said.

"You are suspicious every day. I really don't know why the General Administration pushed you to the front. Are you also a victim?" Wan Jie said with a hint of meaning: "When we were young, we wanted to fight for everything, but we didn't expect that we would both become victims."

The lamp was shaking, and Wanjie's sight suddenly shifted away from Jingtuo Shen and looked straight ahead; "Someone is waiting for you, hurry up and go, aren't you in a hurry to go to Xiao'an Town?"

Jingtuo Shen suddenly turned around, and he and the security personnel around him saw a waving figure in the mist not far away.

The few people did not act rashly, nor did they follow each other. Instead, they followed the map in their minds and approached Xiaoan Town little by little.

It took them nearly half an hour to walk the more than a thousand meters until the second platform appeared in front of them - Xiaoan Station.

"We are not lost. The light illuminates the road. We should be able to bring the recorder back." The security officer pushing Wanjie gained confidence. He did not notice that the light was a little dimmer than when he first entered the black fog.

"My people will stay here." Gao Ming knocked on the door gently. The bus stopped at Xiaoan Station. Some passengers wearing masks began to get off the bus. They carried various items, placed some incomplete clay sculptures around the station, and took out a restored shrine and placed it in the center.

Several people bowed towards the shrine, then took out photos of people, put them into the shrine and set them on fire.

The flames flickered in the shrine and the station became a small camp.

"You stay here and don't let the flame go out." In order to deal with the black fog, Gao Ming emptied the old city area. He also exchanged all the useful things on the Dead Water Forum.

Every person who came with him this time was carefully selected. Gao Ming had seen the future of each of them in their past deaths.

"Don't you need me to join you?" A masked man who was lighting a fire asked in a low voice.

Before Gao Ming answered, Jingtuo Shen in the distance suddenly looked up. He felt vaguely that the masked man's voice was a little familiar. Even if the other party used a false voice, the more so, the more suspicious he felt.

"No need, I have other classmates here." Gao Ming glanced at the passengers in bright red clothes, and without urging them to get off the bus, he turned around and walked towards Jingtuo Shen.

"Is everything arranged?" Jingtuo Shen glanced at Gao Ming from head to toe. "Are you the only one going in with us? Where are the other passengers in the car?"

"They are the escape route I left for myself." Gao Ming grabbed the cart and looked at Wanjie and smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)