Strange game designer

Chapter 534 Return progress is ten percent

The village hidden under the garbage valley is full of gloom. It seems to be forgotten by the world and is a place where lonely ghosts gather.

The large white lantern hanging at the door, the paper money everywhere and the bowls and chopsticks placed at the door for worship all indicate that this village does not welcome living people.

There was a creaking sound, and something like a mouse quickly crawled across the eaves and got into the upside-down black pipes.

A moment later, a villager wearing butcher's clothes walked out of the old house next to him. His body was covered in blood and oil, his head was shaking involuntarily, his spine was crooked, and one of his legs was amputated and was equipped with a cheap prosthesis.

When they noticed the butcher approaching, Lao Cao and the other three immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet each other's eyes. However, Gao Ming looked at the butcher unscrupulously, as if he wanted to find some clues from the other party.

"Ah Chong, let you go." The butcher's voice was very unpleasant, as if there was a blade stuck in his throat. He looked like he couldn't even hold the knife steady, but the feeling of being given a high life was very dangerous, and he had the illusion of seeing a ghost in a nightmare. .

Walking tremblingly in front, the butcher led a few people around the village. Haunting noises kept coming from the seemingly ordinary houses, like cages containing wild beasts. As long as someone passed by, they would be stimulated.

Arriving at the side of the Fu family ancestral hall, the butcher knocked on the wooden door three times and muttered a sentence. The old door panel opened automatically, and a strong smell of medicine wafted out from the dark room.

The butcher stood guard outside and motioned for the others to come in.

The situation in Fujiacun completely overturned Gao Ming's understanding of reality. This place seemed to be a corner where evidence of time crimes was preserved. He slowly entered the house, and the scene he saw made his eyelids twitch slightly.

A pool filled with viscous liquid was built deep in the darkroom, and a man whose whole body was covered with wounds sat in it. He looked thin and vulnerable, but his eyes were sharp and cruel, making people afraid to confront him. See.

"Brother Chong!" Lao Cao and Big Bearded lowered their heads respectfully: "The young man who came to the door with the recruitment advertisement has been brought."

"Yeah." He stroked the wound with his fingers. Brother Chong in the pool looked intoxicated and couldn't help scratching the blood scab. He enjoyed the feeling of blood flowing out. He longed for pain. This morbid psychology has penetrated deep into the bone marrow and there is no cure. Cured.

Looking at Gao Ming with eyes occupied by abuse, Brother Chong said calmly: "Who gave you the recruitment advertisement?"

Gao Ming admitted that Brother Chong gave him a strong sense of oppression, and that violent aura was very terrifying, but the strange thing was that he really didn't feel a trace of fear in his heart. It seemed that he had seen many madmen who were even more insane than Brother Chong. .

"Aren't you going to tell me?" The wound on Brother Chong's face and the raised corners of his mouth split open. For a moment, it was unclear whether he was a human or a ghost: "Old Cao, bring him the Dream Interpreter."

The bald man rummaged through the metal "junk" piled in the corner and found a metal helmet that was still in good condition. He glanced at Brother Chong a little unbearably: "Are you sure you want to use it? This thing has some serious side effects."

"If he doesn't tell, then we'll find out for ourselves." Fatty Zhang Zhan was afraid that Brother Chong would be angry, so he came to help. He also took the time to wink at Gao Ming, hoping that Gao Ming would cooperate.

The Dream Interpreter of the Molten Waste Treatment Plant is very similar to the brain testing device of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, but the configuration is much different. It seems to be assembled from various discarded original parts, like a torture device. The moment he put on the dream interpreter, Gao Ming felt severe pain. The small workshop used very strong materials and did not consider the tester's life or death at all. Gao Ming's will also fell into chaos in an instant. The memory scenes he had remembered one after another since he woke up were forcibly awakened, and the instrument seemed to piece them together into a whole.

A car accident on the Ghost Festival, a tunnel studded with corpses, flesh and blood seeds that crazily absorb shadows and negative emotions...

His heart beat according to a certain melody, and the blood stains under Gao Ming's skin became more and more vivid, as if something was about to come out of his chest!

Different emotions and personalities gather in the mind, which cannot be possessed by one person at all. It is like countless different living people injecting their last obsessions before death into one person's body, and they are constantly tearing apart. It has the will to live high, but will not really destroy it. It is like hitting cast iron with a heavy hammer, forging the body of the **** with fire and blood.

The dream interpreter wanted to restore Gao Ming's nightmare, but the progress bar was getting slower and slower. When it reached nine percent, all the data indicators on the instrument began to flash, and the memory fragments in Gao Ming's mind also continued to flash. Fusion under stimulation, slowly pieced together an outline.

It was as if he turned back inadvertently, and he saw thirteen boundless **** cities, one of which seemed to be a large tomb with his name written on it.

"Bang!"

The dream interpreter stopped working completely, and blood slid down Gao Ming's forehead. He opened his eyes and saw the last number displayed on the dream interpreter - ten percent.

"I only recovered 10% of my memory?" Gao Ming took off the dream interpreter and did not wipe the blood on his face. He stared directly at the other people in the dark room: "Are you satisfied now?"

"Go and get another one." Brother Chong was lying in the pool, his wound twisting under the moistness of the unknown liquid.

"It's not that there's something wrong with our dream interpreter, it's that this kid's brain is abnormal." Lao Cao picked up the broken dream interpreter and tried to decipher Gao Ming's nightmare, but as soon as he connected it to his own device, all the people near the ancestral hall The pipes and even the dusty wordless rankings on the supply table began to tremble. He quickly stopped: "Brother Chong, I think Gao Ming can bring the recruitment advertisement here. It should be Huang Ying..."

"Shut up!" Brother Chong shouted violently to prevent Lao Cao from revealing more information about Huang Ying. With evil eyes in his eyes, he slowly stood up from the pool: "None of the old ghosts in the next room came from If you smell bad, you are probably not from Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, or they don’t know what happened to you.”

"The people at Yongsheng Pharmaceutical smell bad?"

"Yes, all the experimenters who have participated in the fifth-level confidentiality clearance have been soaked in the nutrition box, and their will has been put into the nightmare. Only a few people can wake up." Brother Chong put on the clothes next to him and lifted up the clothes. Opening the darkroom door curtain, various instruments inside clearly displayed Gao Ming's various data and information. In just a few minutes, they had investigated all Gao Ming's experiences in reality: "Those half-dead old ghosts are here." Urgent me, let me invite you.”

Waving his arms irritably, Brother Chong seemed to be driving away the sounds in his ears. He looked crazy, as if he could talk to things that ordinary people couldn't see.

"Come on, let me take you to see the other side of Xinhu and let you know how ugly and dirty things are hidden under this shiny surface."

(End of chapter)