Chapter 168: What is a Best Friend?

Chapter 168: What is a Best Friend?

Liu Yis pretty image was very different from what he saw. Qian Junrans heart seemed to forget to beat. He turned and saw the dog that lunged at him like the night.

A giant dog?

The giant maw swallowed Qian Junran and the student ID. The dog landed on his feet. The long fur danced in the bloody wind. The students who surrounded Gao Ming froze on the spot. It was like their legs were leaden. They couldnt even move their bodies.

Since you think Im the 51st student, how could you possibly fight the school rules?

Gao Ming touched Xia Yangs paintings on the wall. After the black dog swallowed Qian Junran, he disappeared into the shadow. The next second, he appeared gracefully behind Gao Ming. The black fur floated behind him. He spat out the student ID and Zuo Bos blade. Gao Ming picked up the student ID and touched the picture on it. Actually, I also wonder if Im the 51st student. After all, I only have my death memories. Ive forgotten all the happy times. Perhaps I knew the value of sacrifice and kindness in the past. Perhaps Ive been betrayed by you in the past before.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Gao Ming, calm down! We dont mean any malice. We just want to know your identity! Cao Song retreated. His voice shook. After Qian Junran was eaten, their union shattered.

If you just want to confirm my identity, do you need a knife? Gao Ming wiggled Zuo Bos blade. Dont you want to know the message that Ive sent the 51st student?

Du Bai considered a possibility. Did you not send any message? Your phone received all of our messages! You knew all of our secrets!

If only thats true. Gao Ming dripped his blood on the student ID. The God of Blood and Flesh didnt react. This was proof that he was not the 51st student, Im not him, but he seems to know me very well. He even knows my trump card. Gao Ming opened his voting paper. His profession was not a killer or a psychiatrist but a game designer.

I quit my job at Hen Shan Prison a few days ago to be a freelance game designer. No one should know about this but myself. Gao Ming didnt tell them he was a horror game designer. Plus, my life mission is very special. I need to control all of you, using your personality and profession to create a new game ending that hasnt been triggered before.

Gao Mings words confused everyone present. Only Du Bai barely caught up with him. A new ending?

From my understanding, many students at this school have attended this class before. The collective nightmare will lead to various endings, but I need to use all of you to carve a path to a brand-new ending that has never occurred here before. Gao Ming didnt tell them that he was doing the same thing in real life. Du Bai and the other students were very nervous. They couldnt focus on what Gao Ming said. They just wanted to escape.

Where else could be be? The memory fragments in Gao Mings heart collided to suppress the fragment that didnt belong to him. The answer might be in our memories with him.

Different from the other students, Gao Ming was not worried about leaving the school or potential death. He held the student ID with memories and sensed the memory. Faded images appeared in his mind, and Gao Ming started to hear voices.

Zhou Sisi said you were her deskmate. Im sorry for taking your spot

I plan to gift Zhou Sisi an apple on Christmas Eve. Do you think shell like it? Or is it too forward?

Gao Ming, we are best friends. I hope you can tell me honestly. Why am I even more unpopular than you?

Are you reading again? You should be a psychiatrist in the future so you can treat both of us!

Do you think people without mental issues will be happier? Just like Zhou Sisi.

I saw that you put in the game designer as your dream job. But I hope youd treat me in the future

Gao Ming, everyone in class is sending me messages! Some want me to go to the tunnel to find you, and others want me to stay put. What is happening? Im scared and worried. Can you tell me the truth?

Gao Ming! Answer the phone! Tell me, should I go or not?

The memories pieced together a blurry face. Gao Ming didnt try to make it clearer. He merely followed the trail of memory and eventually stopped at the corridor outside Class 13. When he looked up, a normal student walked past him.

There was nothing special about him. However, he looked around nervously like he was searching for his lost student ID.