Strange game designer

Chapter 82: Making up for regrets (fourth update)
After entering the black cellar, Gao Ming encountered four pairs of hands in total.

The first hand should belong to the blind madman himself. He dragged Gao Ming into the depths of the dark cellar and into his own shadow memory.

The second pair of hands belonged to a couple, who were suspected to be the blind man's biological parents. These hands kept beating him and forcing him to leave.

The third pair of hands is most likely a human trafficker, who may want to turn the blind child into a beggar on the roadside.

The owner of the fourth pair of hands brings a sense of security to the blind man, who seems to have been raised by the last pair of hands.

She cooks for the blind and teaches them various life skills. She probably has no blood relationship with the blind, maybe it's just out of pure kindness.

In this world without sound or color, those hands are like the last straw that a drowning person can grasp.

In the process of learning to weave bamboo baskets and mats, Gao Ming kept imagining the image of the other party in his mind. This kind man who helped the madman never appeared in the dog cellar case.

"What happened next?"

The shoulders were tapped, and the hands were very stern, forcing Gao Ming to speed up his studies. The owner of the hands seemed to be worried about something.

Gao Ming also had a very bad premonition in his heart, and he tried to distinguish the faint smell.

The smell is not strong, definitely not corpse odor or body odor, it is vaguely like ammonia odor.

Gao Ming thought of a possibility. Some patients with kidney disease cannot discharge waste from the body due to kidney failure. The retained water-soluble poisons will circulate throughout the body with the blood. They will be emitted when she sweats or breathes through the mouth. There is a faint smell of ammonia.

"Her illness may be a little serious."

For the blind madman, this rope hanging down from heaven will be taken back to heaven at any time.

"What can I do?" In the blind madman's memory consisting only of smell, Gao Ming seemed to be unable to do anything.

Those hands taught Gao Ming how to live in darkness and silence, and the stench emanating from the other party's body gradually became stronger.

"There is only the smell of rice in the house, but there is never the smell of potion. She saved a madman and a blind man, but did she give up on herself?"

He can't see his face or hear his voice. Gao Ming can only remember her kindness and the faint smell of her body. Until now, he doesn't even know the other person's name or voice.

Slowly, Gao Ming found that he, like the blind madman, had become dependent on these hands.

But the hands let go of Gao Ming at this moment, as if she wanted Gao Ming to complete something by himself.

Weave bamboo baskets and find various tools at home. The tasks set in this "game" are not to fight and decrypt, but to do things that are easiest for ordinary people to do.

Repeated over and over again, whenever Gao Ming falls, those hands will always appear.

As long as he smells a faint odor, Gao Ming will feel at ease, because he knows that the hands have not left.

After repeating it several times, Gao Ming was able to do everything smoothly, and he finally adapted to the silent darkness.

No longer calm in his heart, Gao Ming waved his arms, wanting to share his joy with those hands, but he found that the stench was slowly moving away and getting lighter.

He tried to catch up, but his shoes got stuck in the mud and he accidentally tripped over something.

His face was covered with mud and his hands seemed to have been scratched. Gao Ming lay on the ground and waited for a while, but this time the hands did not appear again.

I got up alone and looked around. It was pitch black and dead silence. It seemed like I was the only one left in the world.

"Are you not coming back?"

Gao Ming wanted to shout, but he couldn't even hear his own voice.

His mood became irritable. He thought that after dying so many times, he would be able to face everything calmly, but he did not expect that he still underestimated the suffering in the world.

After standing there for a while, Gao Ming followed the instructions of those hands and touched the stone wall backwards. He opened a door and returned to the place where the bamboo mats were weaved.This is the home of the hands, but now he is the only one in the house.

"Am I going to be left here forever? In this oppressive darkness of despair?"

Negative emotions began to appear, and Gao Ming wanted to try weaving a bamboo mat. When he stretched his hand forward, he touched a leg.

The stench did not appear, which meant that the person standing in the room was not the original person.

The opponent kicked Gao Ming, and Gao Ming fell backwards and bumped into another person.

At this time, many people came into the room. Their bodies smelled of sweat, wheat seedlings, and cow dung, but there was no odor that Gao Ming was familiar with.

"Are they other villagers in the village?"

These people were fighting over things in the house. They didn't take Gao Ming seriously at all, and would beat him up if Gao Ming got in their way.

The room they were finally familiar with was badly damaged, and their belongings had been emptied out.

And this was not the most excessive thing. Someone caught Gao Ming, drove him out of the room, and occupied the room that belonged to the benefactor.

"What can I do? What can a person who has no hearing or sight, who can't even speak, do now?"

Gao Ming didn't know how long he had been in this darkness. He suppressed his despair and put himself in the perspective of the blind madman.

"Does the blind lunatic want to arrest the children in the village to retaliate against the villagers? But judging from his experience, the blind man is not crazy, and he does not have the ability to arrest the children in the village."

When his thoughts gradually became extreme, the familiar odor reappeared, and those hands grabbed Gao Ming's wrist.

"is her!"

The other party seemed to want to take her to a place. She walked very slowly, and the odor on her body became stronger.

Gao Ming could clearly feel that the terrain had changed. They seemed to be walking on a hillside, and then Gao Ming touched the broken bricks at the entrance to the black cellar.

"Is this the cellar exit?"

Memory and reality finally began to overlap. Gao Ming vaguely heard the sound of rain, and there seemed to be a little light in the darkness.

"After her home was robbed, was she the one who found a place for the blind man to stay?"

The hands let go of Gao Ming, and she gently pushed Gao Ming's shoulders, as if asking Gao Ming to walk back and follow the light and sound.

According to what the other party said, it was possible to escape the shadow of the blind man's memory. The trapped investigators would definitely leave quickly when they reached this point. Gao Ming himself was also very moved, but he knew very well that he was now assuming the role of a blind madman.

Will the blind man abandon his hands and turn away at this moment?
Perhaps in the blind man's mind, these hands are the real world.

Gao Ming thought three times. The first was that he could leave according to the benefactor's instructions. The second was that he would continue to follow the benefactor in the darkness. The third was that the benefactor might be dead. Now it was the blind lunatic's own fantasy. He wanted a Happy ending.

There are three possibilities, and Gao Ming decided to act according to his heart.

He did not leave, but took the initiative to grab the hands and walked towards the dark cellar.

The overlap between memory and reality gradually increased, the outline of the black cellar was restored bit by bit, and the stench around him gradually became pungent, but Gao Ming did not dislike it at all.

He touched the daily utensils in the dark cellar with his hands. After becoming familiar with everything in the dark cellar, he tried to take care of his seriously ill benefactor.

Just because you can't see or hear it doesn't mean you can't feel it in your heart.

What Gao Ming is doing now is likely to be a regret that others will want to make up for throughout their lives.

(End of this chapter)