Strange game designer

Chapter 529 Wang Pingan

There was no intrigue, no ulterior motives, no mutual testing, and the voice on the intercom was so pure that Gao Ming couldn't bear to deceive the other party.

He played the role of a listener, letting the man who sounded very old just by his voice tell his story.

Compared with his own experiences in nightmares, these stories were ordinary and ordinary, as if he experienced them every day, but Gao Ming didn't know why, but he listened very seriously.

Perhaps influenced by the other person's tone, Gao Ming pondered for a long time before speaking: "I'm not your brother. This walkie-talkie was given to me by someone else."

The endless conversation stopped abruptly, and the man on the other side of the intercom seemed stunned. It took him a while to react, and he said sorry to Gao Ming for disturbing him.

But after apologizing, the man's voice seemed to be crying: "My brother said that this walkie-talkie can contact him, no matter how far away he is. He is my only relative. My brother is very kind. He never will deceive me."

"Don't worry, what's your brother's name? Maybe I can help you find him." Gao Ming knew that he was involved in a huge conspiracy, and all the pain he experienced was just the tip of the iceberg of this conspiracy.

"My brother's name is... I can't remember it. I will never forget it! I just can't remember it in my head!" The sound of a hand slapping his head very hard came from the intercom.

"Think slowly, think slowly."

"I will definitely not forget it, but I can feel that when I wake up every morning, the memory of my brother will become a little blurry, as if there is a force forcing me to forget him, I, I... think I can't remember his name." The man burst into tears. He was extremely sad, as if this was the most painful thing in the world.

Gao Ming initially thought that the man on the other side of the intercom might be suffering from Alzheimer's disease, but then he thought something was wrong. He had very clear memories of daily life and the zoo, except for his brother.

A flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and Gao Ming thought of a sentence he had heard before - a very terrible taboo incident occurred in Xinhu a few years ago, and millions of people were forced to undergo brain surgery.

"Is that taboo incident related to his brother?"

After comforting the man, Gao Ming said calmly: "Can you tell me where you live now? Your brother gave me the walkie-talkie. Maybe we can work together to find the clues your brother left."

"My home is near the Xinhu Zoo. I wanted to go home, but they had to take me to a nursing home. It's so scary here."

"Which nursing home?"

"Sunshine Charity Nursing Home in Xinhu Old Town." The man on the intercom said with expectation: "Can you really find my brother?"

"I'll go there at dawn." Before Gao Ming could finish his last words, the sound on the intercom was completely silent, and the bright blood-colored markings on the intercom turned into ordinary blood stains again.

He looked out the window and saw the sun had risen.

"Can it only be used at night? This thing doesn't look like it's for living people. Is the old man named Wang Ping'an a ghost?"

After a while, Liu Yi's alarm clock rang. The once glamorous school beauty wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, covered her stiff neck, and made an ouch ouch sound.

Opening the kitchen curtain, Gao Ming began to prepare breakfast for the two of them. After Liu Yi went to work, he immediately took a taxi to the Sunshine Charity Nursing Home.

Compared with those private nursing homes with extremely high fees, Sunshine Charity Nursing Home looks old and covers a small area. The environment cannot be said to be very bad, but it can only be said that there is still a lot of room for improvement. Walking between several old buildings, Gao Ming found the guard of the nursing home. He looked chubby, in his forties, and wore his hat crookedly. He was hiding in the guard room watching the female anchor dance.

"Hello, I am Wang Ping'an's family member, and I want to send him something." Gao Ming knocked on the glass window of the doorkeeper's office.

"Wait a moment." The doorman put the phone upside down on the table, turned down the volume, and pretended to be busy: "Let me look for it...Wang Ping'an showed that he has no family members and no appointment to deliver anything. "

"I was entrusted by his friend. If you tell him, just say that I just called him and he will definitely come over to see me."

"It's not a question of whether he can see you or not. We have a closed management." The guard checked Wang Ping'an's information and said: "The old man you want to see is not honest. He has escaped from our nursing home several times without permission. Don't think he has a bad mind. So, my physical condition has always been very good, and I have never been sick in so many years.”

"Then who sent him to a nursing home? He obviously wanted to go home."

"Why don't you listen to what people say? He is a lunatic and not normal." The guard was too lazy to argue with Gao Ming. After asking the staff on duty at the nursing home for instructions, he let Gao Ming in. He muttered and picked up the phone again: " Today’s young people really don’t understand the ways of the world.”

When he arrived at the reception desk, Gao Ming thought he could see Wang Pingan, but two staff members in white coats took him directly to another room. After asking a lot of irrelevant questions, they rejected Gao Ming on the grounds that Wang Pingan needed a rest. A fateful visit.

The more they behaved like this, the more strange Gao Ming felt, and his attitude became tougher, vowing to make this matter a big deal.

Finally, another leader came over and saw Gao Ming wearing the black ring communicator of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, and then he allowed Gao Ming to enter.

"Could Wang Ping'an be the person who underwent brain surgery back then?"

With all kinds of doubts, Gao Ming entered the sixth floor, the highest floor of the nursing home, and saw a single room next to the dean's office.

"Wang Ping'an fled many times, so we arranged for him to stay here. There is no problem with his daily meals and care..."

Not listening to the staff's nonsense, Gao Ming stood by the door. There was a small window on the door here, and he could see directly into the room.

"We are not spying on the privacy of the elderly, we are just worried that they will have an accident and not be able to receive treatment in time."

"I explain too much, maybe I'm hiding something." Gao Ming knocked on the door. After a while, the wooden door was opened, and an old man with various toys hanging on his body appeared behind the door.

He seems to be very bad at dealing with people. He is timid and silent, like a child who has made a mistake.

Gao Ming glanced at the telescope hanging around the old man's neck, the sunglasses in his pocket, and the dismantled water gun on the ground. Finally, Gao Ming looked at the walkie-talkie held tightly in the old man's hand. The corners of his mouth rose slightly. This old man was not what he seemed. Stupid, at least he knows how to cover up and hide.

"Can we have a chat alone?" Gao Ming entered the house and closed the door. His sudden move startled the old man. It could be seen that the old man had an inexplicable fear of living people.

"Don't panic, didn't we just talk?"

(End of chapter)