Strange game designer.

Chapter 172

Youde, who was forced into the corner, had no way out. He was a despicable and cowardly guy at heart. Even in this situation, he still did not dare to resist the strong. His legs went weak and he held his soaked and smelly pants. Kneel down on the ground.

"I really don't know anything. I just went to pick up my brother at the school gate. His biological parents are waiting for treatment in the hospital. Our whole family is very miserable. Please let me go. I can do anything you ask me to do." "Youde kowtows loudly and bursts into tears.

"Are you afraid of me? I like to see you with such expressions. You are powerless and can't change anything. Every begging for mercy you make is like an invitation to me! An invitation for me to torture you in a more cruel way. ." The blood vessels on the surface of Wang Jie's body were slightly bulging, and deep in his eyes there was a thin line of blood running through the pupils bit by bit.

If you don't beg for mercy, you will be killed. If you beg for mercy, you will die a worse death. Youde's whole face wrinkled together. He pressed his hands on the ground, and the report about Youliang on TV suddenly flashed in his mind.

Not only has his abandoned brother now grown up, but he is also living an extremely happy life. He helps others everywhere and seems to never have any troubles.

"Why is this happening? What did I do wrong? Why do you have to let me clean up this mess!" Under Wang Jie's stimulation, Youde's spirit and consciousness changed in some way. His soul seemed to be polluted. A lot of negative emotions were triggered.

He still didn't dare to resist Wang Jie, but he dared to swing his knife at the weaker person.

"Don't kill me. I can take you to find my brother. He is very special. He never seems to suffer. You must have never hunted such a rare person!" Youde blurted out by letting the murderer hunt his own brother. Only then did he realize what he had said.

After he took the first step, his inner restraint collapsed instantly. He lay on the ground like a dog, wagging his tail at the murderer and begging for mercy: "I can take you to him, and others! I'll give you whatever you want. I can give it to you. If you are worried that I will lie to you, you can let me stab him twice! I will not tell the truth, I just want to live. "

Heavy breathing came from Wang Jie's mouth. The tip of his knife did not press down, and his eyes became strange and excited: "What a vicious guy, you deserve more death than I thought."

Without warning, Wang Jie's knife pierced Youde's shoulder, and he screamed in pain.

But even in this situation, the person that Youde hates most is not Wang Jie, but those who are happier than him.

"Oh!"

The corridor door was knocked open, and Du Bai and Cao Song ran in: "Wang Jie! Don't kill him! He should still be useful!"

Since Gao Ming said that the key to clearing the customs lies in Youde, the classmates who knew the news began to search for traces of Youde.

The situation was urgent, so Du Bai pushed Wang Jie away with all his strength: "Are you crazy?"

He couldn't stop Wang Jie by himself, Cao Song also rushed over. When the injured Youde saw that Wang Jie was stopped, he rolled and ran downstairs.

"Help, help!" He covered his shoulders and shouted, running towards a crowded place. The passers-by around him thought they had encountered a madman and stayed away.

There were many people watching the excitement, but everyone just watched. When Youde approached, they retreated.

The bleeding continued and the pain was unbearable. Youde felt that he was going into coma. When his vision became blurred, he suddenly saw a man in a white coat on the street platform.

"Doctor! Help me!" Youde cried and ran towards the doctor.

"Come with me, I'll take you to the hospital." Unlike the indifferent passers-by, this doctor was very enthusiastic. He stopped a car and took Youde to a nearby clinic.

The weak Youde entered the clinic. His steps were very heavy and half of his clothes were soaked in blood.

"The wound is very long and severely torn. It needs to be sutured immediately." The man in a white coat motioned for Youde to lie down on the hospital bed. He went to the cabinet next to him and searched for a long time before finding the anesthetic: "Lie down."

Youde was in so much pain that he couldn't stay rational. It wasn't until the anesthetic was injected into his body that his expression relaxed a little.

Half of his body was unconscious, and Youde's face turned pale: "Doctor, can you sew it up for me quickly?"

"Don't rush me, I'm looking for a scalpel and a needle and thread." The doctor rummaged through the cabinets to find something, which made Youde wonder. A doctor would forget where his surgical tools are.

"Found it..." The doctor found needles and thread for sewing clothes and a fruit knife from the clinic drawer: "My knife was stolen. Let me use this to sew you up first." Fear began to stimulate Youde again, and he found that in front of him This doctor looks completely different from the clinic doctor in the picture frame on the wall!

"Doctor, let me ask more, who is the doctor in the photo?" Youde asked cautiously, for fear of irritating the other person.

"He?" The doctor shook his head: "I don't know him. He seems to be a doctor in the clinic."

"He is a doctor, then who are you?" Youde felt like he couldn't breathe.

"My name is Saeki, and I think I should be a doctor, but the voting paper I drew said..." The male doctor opened the voting paper and took another look at it. It said patient: "How can there be a profession for patients? Do you think I will be sick for the rest of my life?"

Saeki, who was talking to himself, didn't take Yude's mood into account at all. At this time, Yude wanted to die. He was about to be killed just now, but now he is in a semi-anaesthetized state and can't even pray for death. .

After unbuttoning his white coat, Saeki was wearing a patient's clothes. He looked like a lunatic who had just escaped from a mental hospital: "Don't be afraid, I will sew up all the openings on your body, including your eyes, nose, ears and mouth..."

Saeki's eyes were a bit strange, with upward-turned pupils and ingrown pupils. When he lost control of his emotions, he would exhale a light mist of blood from his nose.

"No, I won't do such a cruel thing. Why would I go crazy? It seems that starting from a certain day, I have been fighting against something in my spirit! I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy!" Saeki suddenly waved his knife. , slashing randomly into the air!

Seeing this, Youde's heart went cold, and he suddenly felt that it might be better to go to Wang Jie's side.

But just when Youde thought he was in the worst situation, he saw the left half of Saeki's face become distorted, as if something was about to come out, and that thing was no longer human.

"Go back! Go back! Don't come out to harm me!"

"Brother, who are you talking to?"

Blood mist drifted into the clinic, Saeki's voice became sharper, and half of his face was slowly changing.

Compared with other classmates, Saeki was the most severely affected because he had passed various tests many years ago and discovered that there was something else in his mind, and he had always wanted to figure out what it was.

Stimulated by the blood mist, the unknown things in Saeki's mind seemed to be taking root and sprouting faster as a child heard his mother's call.

The more he wanted to fight against that thing, the more powerful and terrifying it became. It not only aroused his negative emotions, but also seemed to be able to infect the people around him, making everyone abnormal.

The shadow world wants to invade reality, and many horrific and strange things that should not appear in ordinary people's lives will gradually be seen by the public.

"I won't let you succeed, I will imprison you in my mind! Go back!"

As the blood mist spread, similar things happened all over the city. Wherever there were classmates from Class [-], disaster would inevitably follow. Each of them seems to be an anchor set by the shadow world. As long as they are alive, they will continue to have an impact on their surroundings.

In the corner of the school library, Youliang put down the collection of jokes in his hand and looked at his hands in surprise.

The blood in his palms was fading rapidly, and large shadows began to appear on his body.

"My nightmares are getting out of control?"

If you compare Youliang's nightmare world to a healthy adult, then various lesions are beginning to appear in this adult's body, and they are spreading very quickly.

"Someone is poisoning my nightmares?"

(End of this chapter)