Strange game designer

Lu Zang's careful plan went awry, and someone set up something he didn't know about in his plan.

"Someone killed you in the tunnel?" Lu Zang had been smiling since he saw Gao Ming, but now the smile slowly faded: "I am not the one who killed you. Because of the restrictions of fate, I cannot leave the shadow world. At best, it can only appear in a place where the two worlds are deeply integrated.”

"Isn't that tunnel the place where the two worlds merge?" Gao Ming didn't believe Lu Zang. Frankly speaking, he didn't even fully understand what the other party said.

Lu Zang shook his head. He did not explain to Gao Ming, but whispered back: "It is just located in the center of the three rules. If dreams are compared to a huge bubble, then it is a crack that exists on the bubble. .”

"If there are cracks in the bubble, it will be punctured. What metaphor are you talking about?"

"Destiny thinks so too, so it hasn't found it yet..." Lu Zang's voice gradually overlapped with the music on the radio: "But I can assure you that I have no ill intentions towards you, let alone kill you. Anyone who becomes a loophole in fate is the one I strive for."

"You look like a villain in a movie, and you sound like a bad guy when you talk." Gao Ming didn't think that someone would resist fate so simply. He didn't get to this point because of other people's designs. , but because of himself.

Even fate cannot completely control the fate of Gao Ming, let alone Lu Zang. The accident in the tunnel is a good proof.

"I will find out what accident happened in the tunnel as soon as possible. On that rainy night when the car accident happened ten years ago, besides me, there were dirty things from other cities that entered the tunnel. Maybe it was their fault." Lu Zang thought. A possibility.

"other cities?"

"When you wake up from the dream of the vast sea, you can go to other cities that the bus passes. You will meet some very special people." Lu Zang returned to the theme: "Next, I will tell you from A way to wake up from a dream.”

Gao Ming didn't answer, as if he was watching a madman perform a talk show.

"There are big ghosts in Hanhai who control the rules. These ghosts can use the rules of dreams and can also be called dream ghosts. If at least ten dream ghosts are willing to work together to help you, you will have a chance to escape from the dream."

After listening to Lu Zang's words, Gao Ming felt calm in his heart: "Ten big ghosts who master the rules, help me? Are you dreaming?"

The conditions for becoming a great ghost are very demanding, let alone mastering the rules. Among all the people Gao Ming knows, only Zhang Ding has this possibility.

"There is a second way to wake up, and that is to let the vast sea be completely engulfed by the shadow world. The dream you live in will be crushed by the shadow world, and the bubble will burst. All the people wrapped in the bubble will be affected, and your memories will also be affected. It will break." Lu Zang's expression did not change much, as if all the people in a city were sacrificed, which was not something difficult for him to accept.

"The last is the third method. Fight fate for control of the vast sea. You need to change the fate of half of the people in the city and lead the whole city to wake up." Lu Zang spread his palms and then slowly turned them over: "Let the people who should be The dead should live on, so that the souls that should be struggling in pain can be saved, and the toys that have been teased by fate can take out all their weapons, scream and fight towards fate, and shed the last drop of blood."

"Not even the Bureau of Investigation dares to say that it will change the fate of half the people in the city. You really think highly of me." Gao Ming found that the walls and everything in the ward began to become blurry, his heart beat more vigorously, and his breathing became blurry. It's smooth.

"It's not a question of whether you can do it, but you must do it. The Investigation Bureau, abnormal events, shadow world, dream ghosts who control the rules, and other unknown forces, each party has different goals. If you don't fight for Hold your destiny in your own hands, and you will be placed on the altar and become a sacrifice in the hands of others." Lu Zang's voice was gradually suppressed by the music on the radio. The sound of the radio here seemed to be some kind of psychological suggestion. , may also be a symbol of high-life self-awareness.

"I have no reason to deceive you. I don't have much time. We will meet again in the future. If everything goes well, I will wait for you in the city after waking up from the dream." Lu Zang's eyes seemed to have seen through Gao Ming His thoughts: "In addition, I hope you can abide by our bet."

"What bet?"

"Don't kill..." Lu Zang's voice was completely covered by the sound of the radio. He seemed to feel danger, as if something was chasing him.

Before he could finish his last sentence, Lu Zang put on his white coat, opened the door of the ward next to him, and hurried in.

The sound of the door closing sounded, and the announcement on the radio changed to the message that the lost child had been found.

The walls around Gao Ming began to melt, and the shadow on the ground representing his past walked alone into the distance. Just as he was about to chase after it, a strong feeling of weightlessness suddenly came.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Gao Ming found that he was still sitting on a chair in the corner of the psychological counseling room. The bookshelf next to him was about to collapse, and there were several books made of human skin scattered around him.

The ghost in the computer roared and screamed, and sticky blood smashed on the door of the ward.

"Bang!"

A bloody ghost face was pressed against the window of the ward door, scarlet eyes staring at Gao Ming, and everything around him was constantly alienating.

"Where do you think your uncle is?" Gao Ming stood up from the chair. His shadow invaded by the shadow was like clothes filled with dirty water, dripping on the back of the chair.

The experience just now was indeed a dream, but that dream was extremely real and not much different from reality.

"I was indeed trapped in a dream just now. If you look at it this way, the vast sea we live in might actually be a dream."

After the real experience, Gao Ming was indeed a little shaken: "But in that dream, the sound of the radio and my shadow on all reflective objects were loopholes..."

Gao Ming stared at the grimace on the door and window: "According to what Lu Zang said, these monsters that are different from normal cognition should be loopholes in the dream of reality."

The idea that reality is a dream is so crazy that it also has a subtle impact on Gao Ming's life.

In the past, he might still care about other people's eyes and be bound by some moral and spiritual things, but now he seems to have broken free of another shackles.

"Change the script written by fate, let the people who should die live, and let all the lunatics who enjoy the disaster go to hell."

The window glass shattered, and that grimace squeezed into the psychological counseling room when Gao Ming's worldview changed.

There was no trace of timidity in his eyes. Gao Ming seemed to have seen his partner on the dance floor and walked toward him with a smile.