I! Game Designer! Drive the Little Girl Crazy at the Start

calm day.

The protagonist is still typing code in the company as usual, and a word of expectation pops up from the bubble above his head from time to time.

"How did she die today?"

This sentence also evoked Song Zhi's expectations.

"I can't wait. How will my wife die today?"

There was a cheerful smile on her face, but Xie Xian was not so optimistic.

Xie Xian noticed that although he said what he expected, the protagonist did not show a smile on his face as usual.

He carefully observed and keenly found that the protagonist's hair was messy, and a small white flower was pinned to the chest of the suit.

I don't know when bgm has changed and it has become a little gloomy.

The protagonist comes home from get off work after a busy day.

And on his way home, the camera switched to the moment when the protagonist did not return home for the first time.

The wife, who was sweeping the floor with a broom in the living room, suddenly clutched her heart with a pained expression on her face, and fell to the ground in convulsions.

It seemed to be a heart attack, and she looked very critical. His wife fell to the ground, but she was not surprised. She just looked at the group photo of the couple in the living room, clutching her heart, with a look of regret in her eyes, and it was very difficult to speak. .

"...I can only accompany you here."

After barely saying this, she closed her eyes and said nothing.

Obviously every time it is a carefully arranged scene of pretending to be dead.

But this 467 time, she really felt like she was going to die.

The wife lay blankly on the cold ground.

The picture became dark, and the music was replaced by sad music.

Seeing this scene, Xie Xian couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the mouse.

Song Zhi was completely stunned.

How much I liked the role of my wife before, now I feel uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?! Why did she suddenly fall to the ground?! Hurry up and let me go back and save her!"

Song Zhi came back to her senses, anxious, grabbed the mouse in Xie Xian's hand, and clicked on the screen frantically.

But this is just a cutscene, even if she is in a hurry, it will not help.

"It's useless, she's already..."

"I don't believe it! Why!"

Song Zhi's eyes were full of pain, she didn't move the mouse again, and her tone was also crying.

Xie Xian couldn't bear it, but still pointed to the medical record book hidden in the book on the table, and explained in a heavy tone.

"She already has a heart attack, and it still looks very serious. Once she gets sick...it's probably hopeless."

Song Zhi had already been immersed in this plot, and it was difficult to extricate herself.

All kinds of lovely behaviors of his wife have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. She has been cured and is immersed in the sweet love of the two.

But in the blink of an eye, this scene appeared.

As if with a dull knife constantly scratching at the heart.

Heart, dull pain. (cdfe)

She felt that her throat was sore, and she couldn't say anything, so she could only stare blankly at the progress of the plot in the game.

As Xie Xian said.

Shortly after the wife fell to the ground, the door finally opened, and the protagonist in the shot appeared on the screen, still with the bubble above his head.

"I am back."

The protagonist watched his wife fall to the ground, standing there as if stunned.

"What is the way to die today?"

He looked at the house, it was as clean as ever, just like the first acquaintance.

Suddenly, as if he realized something, he ran to his wife's side, hugged his wife horizontally, and walked out quickly.

The ambulance drove past the screen, and at the entrance of the dimly lit emergency room, the protagonist hurried in and was kicked out again, so he could only sit in a chair decadently.

The doctor walked into the emergency room and came out after a while.

"Sorry, we tried our best..."

Seeing this sentence appearing on the screen, Song Zhi looked at the helpless protagonist sitting on the hospital chair on the computer.

The torrent of sickness swept away his wife's life and his soul, and what remained was a body that was scarred by the years.

He seemed to have lost all his strength, covering his face, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm late....I'm back late....I can't see you for the last time...I'm sorry..."

The picture fades, and there is a memory of the conversation between the protagonist and the doctor.

"The patient suffers from a serious heart disease, and there are not many days left. Once the disease occurs, there is no way to save it. Although the patient asked me to hide the disease from you, the family still has the right to know about this kind of thing. You, you... Enjoy the days ahead."

"...Thank you doctor for telling me that on my lover's side, please don't tell her, I see."

After the conversation, the wife pretended to be dead, the husband was frightened from the beginning, and then seemed to realize something later, and then cooperated with her, acted together, and sculpted together.

Memories of the past have already brought tears to my eyes.

Looking at the memories of these protagonists, Song Zhi felt as if her heart was being clenched by a hand, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She felt the malice of the game designer.

It turns out that these are just good lies between the husband and wife to each other.

Knowing that her time is short, the wife pretends to be dead every day, hoping that her husband can get used to it and be mentally prepared when he sees his death.

The husband has long known that his wife is seriously ill, and is willing to cooperate with her, pretending not to know.

Have fun solving puzzles every day.

Can only solve puzzles.

Looking at these memories, Song Zhi slowly recalled the healing from the previous decryption.

It's all turned into depression now.

How sweet it was before, how cruel it is now.

The word "End" appeared on the screen.

Like a person whose soul has been transferred, she slowly collapsed backwards, leaning on the sofa, her expression stunned, unable to respond.

"Isn't this a healing game? Why...wife really died? How could this be the end..."

Song Zhi subconsciously refused to accept it. Why did the painting style in front of him change so suddenly?

The more she thought about it, the more sad she became, her eyes were red, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

Xie Xian watched her come in from start to finish, following the character's mood, either anxious or uncomfortable.

He didn't speak, he hugged Song Zhi, and when she was crying, he could only comfort her in this way.

And at this moment, stay in the little sister's live broadcast room.

She looked at the words "End" on the screen, and her eyes were a little warm.

Little Sister Stay propped on the table with one hand, clenched her fist to her mouth, and fell silent.

The barrage has exploded.

"I'm idiot! And TM is a game designer, not a human! MD! Didn't you say it's good to heal the game? Where's Laozi's 40-meter sword? I'm going to hack this game designer to death!!!"

"Isn't this a nonsense game? Why is it so sad at the end? My lovely wife..."

"Spicy chicken game... Laozi's tears flowed from playing. Sure enough, the game designer who mixed with Qiu Thief has nothing good, ah ah ah!!!"

The barrage is full of frustration.

On the screen is the game that has just reached the end.

Dao Xiaomei's wife's voice and smile kept appearing in her mind.

It was as if he had been married once and lived a warm and sad family life.

The powerful infectious power of the game plot made her heart feel extremely sore.

The protagonist's story has no follow-up, but has entered the character creation interface.

【Game of Life】

The real game of life is an online game that can create characters, set gender and basic appearance, determine personality traits, and simulate the life of characters.

It turns out that this touching story is just a tutorial for beginners in the game.

But this story is disappointing.

Thinking of the scene in the previous game where his wife had a heart attack and collapsed at home alone, Little Sister Dui only felt uncomfortable.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm going to slow down..."

She closed the game of life and clicked on Weibo. At this time, many people had already played and cleared this novice tutorial, and the topic of game life had exploded on the Internet.

#GameThe tears of life are worthless! ! ! #.