Strange game designer

Chapter 298 But I’m just a child

Afang has long been accustomed to all kinds of strange things happening to him. He did not show any fear after being placed on the floor by the arm.

After patting the dust on his body, the little boy turned to look around. Although there was no one in the bedroom, he still bowed politely to the air and said in a sweet voice: "Thank you, Mom! I won't go. Dangerous place!"

 The little face is very cute, like a ripe apple, which makes people want to take a bite. Ah Fang grabbed the paintbrush and ran out of the bedroom to draw on the homework book he found.

He shook his feet, and the little tail behind the dinosaur pajamas also swayed.

“Even if you don’t show up, I know you are always by my side.” Afang hummed, looking carefree, as if this was not the most famous haunted house in the East District, but his home where he had lived since childhood.

There was dead silence in the room, and there was no response.

After playing for half an hour, A Fang felt a little tired. He put down his brush, curled up on the sofa, and fell asleep after a while.

 Breathing steadily, A Fang seemed to have dreamed of something very happy, his face was bulging, and he seemed to be eating something.

The curtains shook slightly, and the blood flowed downwards, but it only flowed halfway, as if it had been scolded by something, and it fell back obediently.

 The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and a thin blanket was pulled out and covered on Afang's belly.

The smooth tea cup reflected an arm full of scars, and a bright red coat wrapped her fingers. She slowly stretched out towards the boy, but seemed to be worried that her hands were too cold and would wake up A Fang, and the resentful hand finally disappeared. Touch him.

Footsteps appeared in the corridor, the homework book fell to the ground, and A Fang was picked up by a force.

He gave Chen Yuntian face before because he still needed to rely on the power of the following investigation agencies, but just now he received good news—the security team trapped in Lishan Hospital successfully escaped!

 Only five and a half of the nine security teams are left, but their strength is enough to defeat all ordinary investigators.

"Being able to live in harmony with evil spirits, and even being able to drive evil spirits to protect yourself, this time the target is a bit special." Chen Yuntian had never seen such a situation before. He picked up the thin blanket that fell on the ground: "The target enjoys being in the haunted house. The feeling of life.”

A slender and tall woman wearing bright red clothes and pants stood next to the sofa. Her eyes moved slowly, and her scarred fingers picked up the homework book on the ground.

"The target has stayed in this room." Bai Xiao picked up the homework book on the ground and rubbed the colorful cake with his fingers: "They should have just left not long ago."

 “Is there no one to celebrate your birthday with?”

“Ghosts in abnormal events are not necessarily bad.” Bai Xiao met supermarket owner Zhang Ding. The big ghost was respected by people when he was alive, and he would take the initiative to save people after he died.

"Both two, now is not the time to discuss this. Our top priority is to capture the target and return to Lord Jingtuo." In order to supervise Chen Yuntian and Bai Xiao, Lord Jingtuo arranged his driver into the team. Seeing that he was just a driver, he didn't take Chen Yuntian seriously at all.

In the gloomy and gray room, the colorful paintings on the homework book looked particularly bright. Afang had just painted a large cake with various fruits on top of the thick cream.

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"Security Team Four did not suffer much damage and are rushing towards us. They seem to have found some clues in Lishan Hospital. This child who was used as live bait by Situ An may have a big secret hidden in him."

Sensing the change in the driver's attitude towards him, Chen Yuntian just smiled and said, "Then wait until they arrive before taking action. I don't dare to take away their credit."

Chen Yuntian doesn't care about the so-called credit at all, he just wants to protect his subordinates as much as possible. As it gets darker, the atmosphere in Jiamei's apartment becomes increasingly weird. Children's cries can be heard from time to time in the dark corridors, and there seems to be a mad woman mumbling behind the doors of some rooms.

The word "福" on the door was blown away by the wind, revealing the bright red lips on the iron door. The signs hanging on the door handles swayed slightly.

 Those signs have cute children on the front, with some fine hair and delicate white sieves stuffed on the back.

 People who don’t understand may think that this brand is of good workmanship, but in fact the white sieves are made from the bones of children, with broken hair scattered in the middle, which represents something extremely bad.

The child's cry was far and near. The crazy mother who couldn't find her son was waiting at the corner of the corridor with something. Her bright red clothes were hanging down. Her body was very tall, and her shoes were stained with red "paint". .

In room 1601, a faint light appeared in the living room. Afang was wearing dinosaur pajamas, carrying his big schoolbag, holding candles in both hands, and walking carefully in the unfamiliar room.

A terrible thing happened in room 1601 before. All the furniture was covered with plastic film, and there were torn police seals on the floor.

Slowing down, Afang opened a corner of the sofa. The dark red mildew stains were shocking, like a large scar.

Looking at the bedroom, the closet door was open. All the clothes in the closet were scratched by knives, and there was almost no complete piece of clothing.

There was a rustling sound, and Afang seemed to have discovered something. He turned his head nervously. He held the candle and walked towards the kitchen little by little.

Holding his breath, Afang pushed the door open a crack and saw a woman with blood red body standing next to the chopping board.

In the dim kitchen, a tall and thin figure was wearing **** clothes. Her exposed skin was covered with scars, and her face was scarier than any nightmare.

 The rusty kitchen knife fell, and the bright red juice was squeezed out.

Afang covered his mouth and nose, suddenly opened the door with his other hand, and ran into the kitchen.

 “I’ve got you! I’ve got you!”

 The excited little hands moved forward to hug her, but Afang didn’t hug her. The woman disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if she had never appeared in the kitchen.

"Gone again, Mom! I've seen you!" Afang shouted from left to right, but there was no response. He held the candle and looked at the kitchen chopping board.

Next to the moldy stove, there was a specially cleaned chopping board with a stinky dough on it. Apple pieces and rotten tomatoes had been pressed into the edges of the dough.

  There was no other fruit found in the apartment building, and I didn’t even know where the woman got the tomatoes.

“Wow! This is a birthday cake!” Afang looked at the chopping board with surprise: “This is the first time someone has celebrated my birthday! Mom! Come out quickly! Let’s celebrate my birthday together!”

The child's tender voice echoed in the haunted house. He was holding the cake with excitement and difficulty, very happy.

 (End of this chapter)