Flesh and Blood congealed on the cold walls, and each dead Gao Ming was different, stared at by a face of their own, and Gao Ming's mind began to descend into chaos.
His body touched the walls, and as the flesh made contact, he saw the memories of those corpses.
"Doctor, the game I made seems to have become reality."
"Isn't that good? Now that people are under so much pressure at work, you can escape from all that."
"But I'm a horror game designer. I've conceived one hundred and twenty-six murder cases, created dozens of killers with various personalities, and for the sake of material, I've watched ninety-five thriller movies, read over four hundred horror comics, and collected more than two thousand folk ghost stories. Now, they seem to have all become real!"
"Do you think I look familiar?"
The blade pierced into the neck, blood drenched the medical record sheet, and this memory was unbearably real...
