Strange game designer

 Chapter 319 The erased facial features

 “Be gentle, don’t make any sound, the activity room is above Grandma Li’s house.”

Exemplar did not hide anything and shared all the rule information he knew with others: "The clay sculpture of our mission target should be at Grandma Li's house. After destroying it, leave immediately."

Looking at everyone, Fan Fan pointed at Bai Shu and Brother Li: "I will guard the corridor leading to the higher floor, you two enter Grandma Li's house."

“Isn’t this not good?” Youyou grabbed her boyfriend’s arm: “No one knows what’s in Grandma Li’s house. What if you encounter danger if you enter directly?”

"Clay sculptures are the source of all abnormalities. If we destroy the clay sculptures, they will definitely attract the neighborhood committee members who come upstairs. I will block them in the corridor and buy you time to leave." Before the paradigm was assigned tasks, no one had any objections, because He always lets himself do the most dangerous things, which is why everyone believes in him.

"But it's also important to break off. Gao Ming is new here, can he do it?" Youyou glanced at Gao Ming, who was standing at the back. This man didn't take the initiative at all, and always shrank behind.

"It doesn't matter, leave it to me." Bai Shu patted Youyou's hand, and he and Brother Li walked at the front.

Open the rusty iron door of the corridor. The corridor in this old community is much cooler than the outside. Walking inside, you can still vaguely hear the sound of opera singers.

 At midnight and early in the morning, when the night is darkest, the activities of the neighborhood committee seem to have finally begun.

Black moss seemed to have grown on the steps, and the strange sound was like a cold wind blowing into the collars of several people and into their ear holes.

 “Ghost sound?” Sister Zhang stopped and listened, as if she was possessed.

Brother Li and Bai Shu walked into the house, one on the left and the other on the right. Ouyang Susu stood at the door to greet them.

After quietly walking to the second floor and confirming Grandma Li's room, Fan Fan took out the lock-picking tools from the small bag he carried with him. Whether it was a combination lock or a mechanical lock, he seemed to be able to open it: "Don't get me wrong, you want to catch the criminal. , you need to understand their methods.”

“So it’s a mistress?” Youyou was a little surprised: “No wonder I didn’t hear you say it in detail before.”

Not daring to make too much noise, Fan Fan opened the security door little by little. He held on to the door panel without saying a word, and gestured with his hands the whole time.

“It’s possible that the person singing the song is not a human being, but a ghost in the clay sculpture.” Fan Feng motioned for everyone to cover their ears.

"People are indeed very complicated. Her personal ethics are corrupt, but after she became a ghost, she let me go and didn't kill me, so I won't say anything bad about her." Sister Zhang whispered to the example: "Generally, this kind of behavior has Ghost music is used to attract and send away souls. I don’t know why someone in the neighborhood committee sings these songs and sings them better than my employer.”

The higher you go, the shriller the sound becomes, like crying, very beautiful and very painful.

"The first time I experienced an abnormal event, the employer who hired me would play ghost sounds. This was imitating the mournful tunes of the dead. It was like the sound of ghosts crying without any accompanying sound. It was sad, sad, weird and ethereal..." Sister Zhang's face Her expression was extremely frightening: "My employer has always been taken care of by a certain big shot. She always wanted to be in power. Then an abnormal event broke out and all the little ghosts she raised underground came to life. She ran underground that night and kept going. Didn't come out."

The door of the daily necessities supermarket on the first floor was locked, and the only light in the room came from an old computer. There were several of them in the black and white surveillance screen.

 “Do you know this sound?” Example stopped.

The strong smell of medicine and rotting things wafted out from the house. Bai Shu turned on the light on his mobile phone. The moment the light appeared, he and Bai Shu froze in place in fear.

 The living room, kitchen, bedroom, and Grandma Li’s house are filled with paper figures.

All the paper figures have photos of residents in the community pasted on their faces, and their names are written on their bodies. Grandma Li seems to have regarded them as sacrifices very early on. "They are all fake, look for clay sculptures." Shi Bian was also very nervous. He stood alone near the third floor, feeling very stressed.

"I can't see it." Avoiding the standing paper man, Bai Shu entered the bedroom. There was a large amount of children's clothes accumulated in Grandma Li's room. These seemed to be recycled by her from the kindergarten on the third floor. Some of the clothes also had writing Has a name.

 “What does she seem to be worshiping?”

All the clothes have traces of needle **** and random cuts with scissors, like venting or cursing.

Digging through the cabinets, Bai Shu saw an ugly doll in the depths of the rancid-smelling closet. The doll was sewn with scraps of other children's clothes. There was also a black-and-white photo of Grandma Li stuck on the doll's belly.

"This old guy is dead? Is she relying on this method to survive?"

Bai Shu took the doll and walked out. Brother Li opened the door of another bedroom. This seemed to be the old man's grandson's bedroom. There were many children's books and some toys. However, in the middle of the scattered toys, there was an unexpected stone platform that was vacated.

“Was the clay sculpture placed here before?” The more Brother Li looked at it, the more likely it was. He saw the ashes of burning rice grains and paper money near the stone platform. Grandma Li seemed to have worshiped the clay sculpture in this room.

 Slowly retreating, the two were about to leave the room, when they suddenly noticed that the position of the paper man standing in the room seemed to have changed.

 “The number has increased?”

Taking a deep breath of cold air, they hurriedly walked out.

It was raining all night, and Sister Zhang, who was standing outside, suddenly started humming along with the ghost sounds. Her eyes became confused and the ghost's fingerprints kept appearing on her body.

 “Sister Zhang?”

She was unconscious. Sister Zhang walked upstairs by herself. Ouyang Susu and Youyou couldn't stop her even though they couldn't stop her. Her strength inexplicably became stronger, as if she was hypnotized by something.

“The clay sculpture is not at Grandma Li’s house. It may have been sent up there.” After safely exiting the room, Brother Li and Bai Shu realized that their backs were soaked.

"We can only escape by destroying the clay sculptures. How about we go up and have a look?" Ouyang Susu hugged Sister Zhang tightly: "Sister Zhang has been possessed. Make a decision quickly!"

 “Go up and take a look first.” Fan Fan was a little helpless: “I’ll go in front, you guys keep an eye on Sister Zhang.”

Stepping up the steps, the corridor on the third floor became narrow, and the middle of the floor was opened up, turning it into a kindergarten. There were desks inside, but there was not a single child in sight.

 “Is this where the sound came from?”

 Opening the window in the corridor, Fan bravely put his head in. He saw a woman standing on a simple stage for children to show their talents.

The woman was wearing a costume, with painted facial features on her face. The content she sang seemed to be a story about a good man who lost everything and was finally cast alive into a clay sculpture by evil people. Those evil people were afraid that the matter would be exposed and destroyed it. The good man's face is stained, and his facial features are wiped out.

 (End of this chapter)