Strange game designer.

Chapter 239 Patients with virtual cognitive disorder

"Su Mo is probably not dead yet. There were no signs of struggle in the house. He and the woman might have escaped through other exits, such as the window." Brother Xiong also knew that this was unlikely. He could only say that he had not seen Su Mo yet. Mo's body, so he had to try to think on the bright side.

Lao Sao shook his head: "In this room where the monster lives, anything unimaginable will happen, and it will be difficult for everything to develop in the direction we want."

His heart was beating faster than usual. Lao Sao had always felt uncomfortable. He could predict the danger, but now he was constantly haunted by that feeling, and he didn't know where the danger came from.

"Lishan Hospital is completely different from the house I first entered. It's very different." Lao Sao hesitated for a moment, looked at Li Ding and Brother Xiong, and told the truth: "I didn't expect it before entering. What happened was that I made a misjudgment."

"Don't think too much, cheer up." Brother Xiong grabbed Lao Sao's arm: "Your phone has been vibrating, don't you take a look?"

"It was the post I posted online that was replied to. People outside are very curious about what happened to us." Lao Sao casually turned on his phone, clicked on the post, and showed it to his companions.

Seeing the content of the reply, Li Ding and Brother Xiong looked a little unhappy: "The person who replied to you is so strange!"

"Huh?" Lao Sao glanced at the screen. The first comment under the post was a curse - all four of you will die in the hospital, be cut into pieces of the same size, and put into my newly exchanged jars.

"There are a lot of comments like this, so you don't have to worry about it." Lao Sao has run his own account and is immune to scolding comments.

"I will tear your mouth apart bit by bit. I have brought the biggest hook I can find in the hospital. I am going to try everything I said on you!"

As quickly as possible, Lao Sao turned his phone to silent, but it seemed a little too late.

"No wonder I can still receive their messages even if I block them! Are all these guys who reply to messages ghosts?" His neck was wet with cold sweat, and the old coquettish man looked at the comments that said strange words.

The phone vibrated again, and a picture was sent, which was taken from the corridor of the psychiatric department.

Each picture seemed like a reminder of death. Lao Sao's original intention was to ask for help from people outside through the Internet, but it seemed that only people inside the hospital could see his posts.

"Find you, and I will find you, cut you into building blocks, and put you together into the shape I like."

The three old ladies looked at each other, all nervous.

"The four of you will die in different rooms. I will make you all mute and deaf. I will turn you into toys to gain attention and satisfy those guests who like novelties and perversions."

The backstage pictures are still being updated. We went down from the seventh floor. After pausing for a few pictures on the fourth floor, we entered the safe passage again.

Li Ding cleared the message screen and saw blurry pictures and text.

"But he knows that we are four people. You didn't disclose this information in the post before!" Li Ding clicked on Lao Sao's background. The reason why his phone kept vibrating was because the person on the first floor of the post kept bombarding Lao Sao with private messages. .

After scolding the other party in the private message, Lao Sao blocked the other party. However, he did not expect that the other party was in the hospital, nor did he expect that the other party would follow his post.

The private message pictures in the background are constantly updated, starting from a certain ward on the seventh floor of the hospital, then the messy corridor, and then the safe passage they just walked through before.

The picture was taken on the floor of the psychiatric department. At the same time, the door to the safe passage was also opened.

"I seem to have found you, I seem to have found you!"

Pictures were sent continuously, and the thing entered the floor and ran wildly in the corridor. Picture after picture made the phone screen glow continuously.

In the gradually darkening clinic, the bright light illuminated several people's faces pale.

The old lady suddenly covered her chest: "Run! Run!" The three of them rushed out of the room, and happened to see a child of about ten years old standing outside the ward a few meters away. He was wearing a huge gaming helmet and had a skinny figure. , but the movements were ridiculously fast.

The child's head has completely grown together with the game helmet, and the wires and blood vessels have become alienated together. This patient seems to be unable to distinguish between reality and games.

In addition to his highly alienated head, his hands were also severely alienated. There were no fingers, only two masses of softened flesh.

They can mutate into different weapons according to the child's commands, such as sickles, chains, etc.

"I found it, I found it! I found you!"

Excited screams came from the game helmet. The child was so fast that his head was lowered by the game helmet, his legs were swinging, and he was chasing after him.

"**! Why are there so many monsters here!"

Lao Sao rushed to the front. He didn't dare to look back and ran frantically towards the road.

As long as his heart can still sense danger, he will not stop.

"Let me play with you! Let me chop your mouth into pieces! Let me see how hard your mouth is! How hard!"

The child patient was chasing after him hysterically, and Li Ding was running at the back. He was really anxious: "Old coquettish! What did you do to that child?"

"The ones you usually use to play games and quarrel with others!"

"Then it's over."

Li Ding's adrenaline surged and he ran harder.

The three of them fled all the way to the first floor. When the old man at the front stepped out of the corridor, he seemed to trip over something and fell heavily to the ground.

Following him, Li Ding and Brother Xiong were also tripped over.

Pain spread from all parts of his body. Before Lao Sao could raise his head, his neck was pressed down by a special knife.

Looking up in horror, Lao Sao saw two teams of security personnel wearing black Bureau of Investigation uniforms standing in the hall.

Night was behind them, and the late afternoon light shone in front of them.

The two teams of security personnel stood separately. The leader had long black hair, and every inch of his skin was filled with ferocious ghost lines.

The dazzling blood ring was stuck on his wrist, and the man stepped on the old coquettish girl's head: "There are actually survivors? Are you just a weirdo player?"

Lao Sao reacted quickly and asked for help without hesitation: "We are here to help our friend's mother get medicine! Help! There are monsters chasing us!"

A child wearing a game helmet has appeared at the entrance of the corridor. His hands have transformed into two sickles, just like the protagonist of the game can freely choose to change weapons.

"A low-level shadow alienation product, not even a big ghost." The man did not pull out the knife. He stepped over the old Sao's head and walked towards the corridor alone.

The ghost eye tattoo on his neck blinked, and the man had a smile on his face. The child patient was not afraid and raised the sickles in both hands as if he was preparing to fight a game boss.

(End of this chapter)