Strange game designer

Xia Yang in the red mural is sitting on the sofa and looking back; Gao Ming in the real living room is standing next to the sofa, facing the wall.

They looked at each other, and the flowing red and distorted darkness divided the picture.

In the painting, Xia Yang seemed to have become a part of the painting. He smiled as usual, and his eyes gradually moved from Gao Ming to his hands.

The hands were not painted with paint, but with blood, and every finger was soaked in the blood of the victim.

Gently holding a finger in his mouth, Xia Yang closed his eyes, as if he was recalling a certain feeling.

He seemed to have a sudden inspiration, turned around and walked upstairs.

"How did this happen?" Gao Ming knew that Dead Water had obtained a very special black and white photo of his body, but he had never seen that photo in detail.

Approaching the mural, Gao Ming discovered that there were some differences between this huge painting and reality.

There are bloody murals on the walls of the real living room, and there are several very blurry paintings hanging on the walls of the living room in the murals.

The more Gao Ming wanted to see clearly, the blurrier the paintings became. He kept getting closer and moving forward, as if he was attracted by something.

By the time he reacted, everything around him had turned red, and he had walked into the painting at some point.

Looking around, he saw that the living room in reality had disappeared, and he seemed to be trapped in the painting.

"I haven't felt the existence of shadows. Could it be that the interior of this painting, like my torture chamber, is a space independent of the shadow world and reality?"

As soon as this idea came to his mind, a drop of red paint fell on Gao Ming's face, and the skin covered by the paint seemed to slowly turn into blood color.

"Xia Yang just went upstairs."

After working together for several years, Gao Ming only now has a real understanding of Xia Yang.

No one can enter Xia Yang's heart. He treats everyone tenderly and despises everyone equally.

He lives a casual life and never gets angry. Maybe deep down in his heart, he doesn't regard people as human beings at all.

How could the owner of the garden get angry with the flowers in the garden?

Walking to the sofa again, Gao Ming stepped on the blood-red floor, approached the wall, and looked at the paintings hanging there.

In this living room that was completely covered in blood, the three paintings on the wall looked different. They each had different colors. It felt like... the colorful Gaoming in the black and white photos.

The first painting is full of handsome men and women. Their body proportions are perfect. They are simply masterpieces of nature. But in the painting, they have lost their hands or feet, and their symmetry has been forcibly broken.

In the second painting, there is a baby boy with the appearance of an adult. His hands and feet are about the same size, curled up, as if he has returned to his mother's belly and is in the stage of pregnancy again.

The third painting is more complicated. An old man stands in front of the God of Death. He looks back and sees that the path he came from is paved with his younger self. There is a newborn baby on the first step. Coincidentally, it is that Death placed the baby on the steps.

"Can these three paintings be taken out?"

Gao Ming stepped on the steps and reached the second floor. He heard the sound of the brush sliding on the paper.

After walking through the scraps of manuscripts all over the floor, Gao Ming stopped in front of the master bedroom door.

Xia Yang, who was covered in blood, cut open his heart, held a paintbrush, and created a life-size self-portrait on a huge canvas with the blood in his heart.

"Here you come? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Xia Yang didn't look back and was still creating. The life-size self-portrait seemed to be all his hard work.

"Did you know that I would come to find you?" Gao Ming walked smoothly all the way, and the doors of the villa were all open.

"The Backwater Forum was established just 23 hours ago. Only four people know the various code words I wrote, myself, the Backwater administrator, and two murdered horror game players. But this morning, there was one person who was not only proficient in all the code words, but also He talks to the administrator skillfully, as if he is deliberately testing something." Xia Yang's painting movements did not pause at all, as if he was saying a very common thing: "Dead people cannot speak, and the administrator himself has not fully mastered the code words. The most outrageous thing is that I haven’t even finalized some code words yet, but that person actually helped me perfect them, as if he had seen the future.”

When Gao Ming used the secret code of the Surabaya forum in the morning, he really ignored this point, because he didn't know when Backwater established the forum and how far it had gone.

"When I saw that person chatting with the administrator this morning, I roughly guessed that person was you." Xia Yang's voice was unhurried: "Because the game you made became a reality, and all those horrible things happened. Yeah, it seems like you can really see the future."

"Since you found out a long time ago, why did you go to the art exhibition and throw the painting into the trash can? With your skills, you can continue to pretend." Gao Ming couldn't guess what Xia Yang was thinking. This kind of madness was extreme. The way people think about problems is different from normal people.

"Because I'm also curious, what will be my ending in the future?" Xia Yang finished the last stroke and turned around, revealing his almost hollowed chest.

"The future is not static. I have only seen one ending." Gao Ming touched his heart gently: "You have become the top player in Hanhai. Your reputation as a backwater has made even the investigation bureau find it difficult. You have a very strong position among the players. With my appeal, you carefully planned and cooperated with more than a dozen players to hunt me down and cut me into pieces."

"Why would I kill you? What's the reason?" Xia Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled.

"I have disclosed the clearance strategy for the subsequent game, but the original clearance strategy was only known to you, me and Wei Dayou." Gao Ming did not lie. He now feels like he is having a conversation with the fate of a certain part of the future.

"For the benefit of all players, you disclosed the game's clearance guide. Everyone knows that you obtained the guide in advance, and they think you must have something good, so they chose to hunt you as a target." Xia Yang threw away the paintbrush in his hand: "I Before I finished the painting, the brush was an indispensable part of me, but when I finished the last work, everything that was once indispensable can be thrown away.”

"What you said makes sense, so I won't disclose all the information casually this time."

"In this case, will the future you see not happen?" Xia Yang is not afraid of death, he seems to just want to talk to Gao Ming.

"Not necessarily. There are too many murderers of mine, and fate will force you to go in a certain direction." Gao Ming's words were very free and easy, but only he knew how painful these words were.

"So you are here now just to kill me in advance?" The smile on Xia Yang's face became even warmer, which did not match the bloody room at all: "You want to kill all the murderers who may kill you in the future in advance. ?Even if they haven’t killed anyone yet? Your justice doesn’t seem to be justice, does it?”

“Mr. The world has passed ten thousand times, now I just want to save myself once.”

"I won't stop you from killing me. Death is something that is bound to happen. Living is a demand, and dying is a gift." Xia Yang opened his arms and stood in front of the self-portrait: "It's just that I don't think you should have Chance kills me.”