Chapter 274: Home
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 274: Home

“Do you want to go in?” The big dog was highly resistant.

“Why would the patients be guided here after they failed to be treated by the other three doctors? What is at the end of this tunnel?”

Gao Ming took out the map left behind by Mr. Question. It didn’t detail the layout of the gastroenterology department. However, Mr. Question drew a small house in this department.

“This map looks like it was drawn by a kindergartener.” The big dog bit Gao Ming’s clothes. “Don’t act rashly. This place feels wrong.”

“Do you think the small house icon means home? Is Situ An’s home deep inside this tunnel?” Gao Ming used his hand to touch the walls. He didn’t feel anything wet. He tried to walk in.

“Who will build their home in such a disgusting place?” The big dog hung his head. He resisted the urge to throw up and followed Gao Ming.

“Tunnel… Intestine…”

The light behind them faded away. Gao Ming felt like he was transported back to the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival. There was the sound of an axle turning. Gao Ming turned back and realised the door behind them had been closed. The way back was gone. Everything seemed to change at that moment.

“Gao Ming, something is growing on the walls. Do not get close to them.” The big dog warned Gao Ming, but Gao Ming was in a strange state. The environment felt so familiar to him. Shadows grew inside the gaps of the wiggling walls. Gao Ming reached in to pull something out. It was a uniform from twenty years ago. There was even a work ID that belonged to Situ An. In the picture, he was young and handsome. His eyes glowed with justice. He gave off a good first impression.

“A nurse?”

Gao Ming moved further down the tunnel. He saw a picture embedded in the wall. Situ An and the patient’s family stood together. The family thanked him profusely, but some of their faces had been marked by a red cross like they had been killed.

“The uniform and the ID represent his job. The picture represents his conscience. Everything he has was slowly being lost inside the tunnel, digested by the shadow world.” The bi





















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