Strange game designer

That hand did not have the warmth of a living person and was covered with calluses and hard scabs.

There was mud left on the fingers, the nails seemed to have been bitten with teeth, and there were irregular cracks on the edges.

In the complete darkness and silence, that hand became the only thing that could provide information to Gao Ming.

"Without hearing and vision, the madman in the dark cellar uses his hands to feel the world, although his world may just be an abandoned cellar."

His five fingers were suddenly clenched backwards, and Gao Ming seemed to be bitten by a wild beast, and a huge force dragged him toward the inside of the black cellar.

Protecting his head, Gao Ming was completely unable to distinguish his direction. A few minutes later, he fell into the mud.

The surroundings were still dark and there was no sound. Gao Ming got up from the ground and walked in any direction. He walked several steps without touching the stone wall.

"Where am I?"

Returning the way he came, Gao Ming squatted on the ground. After getting used to using sight and hearing to understand the world, he now couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart. This is human nature.

"The owner of that hand didn't kill me directly. He probably needed me to do something."

Without giving up, Gao Ming grabbed a handful of mud from the ground, rubbed it, and put it under his nose.

He smelled the fresh smell of earth after the rain, and when he smelled the smell, his fingers touched a blade of grass.

"The inside of the black cellar is hidden underground and is full of mud. The mud here shouldn't smell like this."

He cannot see or hear, but he still has the senses of touch and smell.

He knelt on the ground and touched the grass and leaves. The smell he smelled seemed to become reality and be received by touch.

"The madman who was beaten to death by the villagers in the dog cellar case was a blind man who was deaf in both ears. Now I am in the same situation as him."

Slowly, Gao Ming smelled the fragrance of osmanthus again. This fragrance can relieve depression and has certain curative effects on some patients with manic psychosis.

Standing up, Gao Ming approached Osmanthus fragrans, but before he could reach it, he was kicked to the ground hard, with belts, wooden chairs, fists, and various other things hitting him.

He couldn't see what was in the darkness, but he could feel the pain.

Fleeing backwards from the scent of osmanthus, the beating didn't stop until it could no longer be smelled.

"Why do you get beaten when you smell the scent of osmanthus? This scent represents the memory of being beaten?"

In order to verify this guess, Gao Ming held his head and walked a few steps toward the place where the scent of osmanthus came. After being beaten again, he quickly retreated.

"The scent of osmanthus is associated with the scene of being beaten. This may be the memory of the blind madman."

As a psychological counselor, Gao Ming knows very well that smell can also preserve memories.

Just like many people, when they smell the disinfectant water in the hospital, they will think of memories of getting injections in the hospital when they were children, memories of being sick, etc.

Compared with vision and hearing, the memory presented by smell is more realistic and emotional because it bypasses the thalamus, which transmits sensory information, and directly acts on the hippocampus and amygdala when preserving memories.

"I'm going to find a way out through smell?"

Gao Ming had never played such a perverted game. After thinking for a moment, he cheered up and said, "I must survive and recommend such a fun game to Situ An."

Carefully distinguishing various smells, the fresh scent of earth slowly disappeared, and the smell of car exhaust and smoke came to his face. He seemed to be standing in the middle of a crowd, being constantly bumped into.

Nothing could be seen, only various smells pouring into the nasal cavity, and Gao Ming could not distinguish them at all.

After about a few minutes, a smell that clearly belonged to mothballs appeared, and Gao Ming's hand was held again.

The opponent was much taller than me and very strong. The pungent smell of mothballs came from the opponent's clothes.

Gao Ming followed the man for a few steps, and he gradually discovered that the smell of mothballs was mixed with a very faint smell of blood.

Feeling bad in his heart, Gao Ming bit the hand directly. After breaking free, he ran towards the place where the scent of osmanthus came from in his memory.

He had a good idea, let the people who beat him in Guihuaxiang stop "mothballs", it would be better if the two sides could fight!

The pungent smell of mothballs followed closely behind him. Although he couldn't see or hear, Gao Ming still gritted his teeth and ran! He seemed to be being oppressed and chased by the whole world!

Soon the scent of osmanthus emerged, and Gao Ming covered his head and rushed in. The belt hit him, and the smell of mothballs also chased him, but there was no conflict between the two.

"Are these two scents the same thing?"

Knowing that he was going to be caught, Gao Ming suddenly turned his head and bumped into the person in front of him. He started to fight back, grabbing the other person's body with both hands and judging by touch.

Osmanthus fragrant represents a stout middle-aged man and a woman in a skirt. One of them is holding a belt, the other is holding a chair, and they beat themselves up without mercy.

The smell of mothballs emanated from a man in a jacket. The three of them seemed to have agreed that the middle-aged couple would give their good lives to the man in the jacket.

"Smell represents memory. After smelling the smell, the corresponding memory scene will reappear. Was the blind madman sold by his parents when he was a child? Is the man in the jacket the one who bought him?"

After being beaten for the third time, Gao Ming tried to escape, but without vision and hearing, it was really difficult.

The man in the jacket grabbed him by the collar, and Gao Ming smelled the pungent smell of mothballs and was dragged somewhere.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the smell of potion began to appear, but at this moment, a stench suddenly approached, and Gao Ming felt that his arm was grabbed by another hand.

There was a conflict between the smelly owner and the man in the jacket, and Gao Ming regained his freedom. Most people would choose to run away at this time, but Gao Ming recalled a very important point.

He had smelled a similar stench when he entered the dark cellar. He was not disgusted by the stench, and even felt a little comfortable.

When doing psychological counseling work for patients, he saw some people with special habits. For those people, the smell that ordinary people feel is smell to them.

There are many reasons for this situation. The individual's emotional changes are very important. When he smells a certain smell, he feels happy, and that smell is an irreplaceable fragrance for him.

After thinking about this, Gao Ming made a rather special decision. He grabbed a handful of soil, clenched his fist and swung it towards the "mothballs".

He had been beaten so many times just now, and he wanted to pay it back.

Cooperating with the smell, the two of them beat the "mothballs" away, and Gao Ming's hand was caught for the third time.

Different from the previous two times, the hand holding Gao Ming this time was warm.

It is not big, and its palms are covered with calluses. It seems that it often knits things and does some physical work.

The smell of smoke, crowded sweat, car exhaust, and the smell of bread and coffee in the air slowly disappeared, replaced by the wind blowing in the face, the faint smell of wheat, and the smell of rice coming from every house.

"It feels like I have returned from the city to my childhood home in the countryside."

The firewood burned, and the special smell of cooking smoke drifted away. Gao Ming followed the hand honestly, and soon he smelled the aroma of roasted tofu, sweet potatoes, and fried bacon.

A bowl of steaming rice was delivered to Gao Ming's hand, and that hand gave him a pair of chopsticks.

His taste buds were urging him to die, and he immersed himself in eating. It was the most delicious meal he had eaten recently. The aroma was indescribable, as if he was tasting all the beauty of childhood, and also poured in the taste of longing and home.

After devouring the food, Gao Ming still sat there, and the hand gave him another knife.

When he first got the knife, Gao Ming was shocked, but then the other party gave him the shaved bamboo strips and taught him step by step how to weave the bamboo basket.

"This hand not only gives me food, but also wants to teach me how to survive."

His body unconsciously moved closer to that hand. In a daze, Gao Ming had forgotten to clear the "game". He just instinctively wanted to stay with that hand.

In this silent and dark world, only the hands that appeared at the end could bring him a sense of security.