We Are Gamers

Concrete floor, high and low steps, there are still a little blood stains on the ground.

Surrounded by trees.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ge raised his head and looked towards the window. He pressed down on the ground with one hand and said in a low voice, "So that's how it is, it's really cruel..."

Freshly baked character designs

After one or two months of tossing, it can be regarded as the whole design of the game characters

Before, I asked the artist to make drawings of the people of the sand sculpture group, but the effect was not very good.

This time, a painter was changed, and the other party also completed this set of character design on the basis of reading novels.

Generally speaking, there are some changes that are slightly different from the description in the text, but they are basically in accordance with the requirements.

Chapter 420 Fucking You Dead Ghost

Bai Ge caressed the raised steps with his palm.

There were bloodstains on the cement floor, and there were many.

Death from falling from a height is essentially a mechanical trauma.

It has a characteristic, that is, it is light on the outside and heavy on the inside.

Even if there is no external bleeding, the internal organs have been severely damaged and internal bleeding.

Hemorrhagic shock is the secondary cause of death, and the direct cause of death must be organ rupture or intracranial hemorrhage.

According to the situation shown in the mirror, she is leaning on the ground with her back, and there is a certain probability that her head will land on the ground.

If the head is on the ground, intracranial hemorrhage may indeed produce a large amount of blood.

But if so, how to explain her broken neck bone?

The appearance of the ghost is the appearance of death, and from that appearance, her neck bone is almost completely broken.

The only possibility of breaking the neck bone in this terrain is that the back of the neck hits a ninety-degree edge.

If the nape of the neck hits an edge, it may break, but it won't bleed, at least not profusely. .

Blood from an injury to the back of the brain can run down the steps.

But the place where the blood actually remained was above the steps.

A large amount of external bleeding from the fall comes from the head, and this kind of blood can only be produced when the back of the head hits the corner of the step.

So, she hit the corner with her head and the back of her neck during the fall.

It is indeed possible.

But you can't do it once, you have to do it twice.

And the second fall should have been higher.

Bai Ge looked up at the top floor of the activity center.

Fighting God supported his back, leaped forward, stepped on the wall, left a few footprints, and rushed up to the roof of the top floor.

There is a guardrail that is more than half a person high on this rooftop, but it is full of rust, and the top floor is locked, and no one has used it for a long time.

Bai Ge walked a few steps, and saw a touch of red on the edge of the roof.

Red blood dripped on the rusty handrail. After a month, the smell of rust and blood merged into one, without distinction between each other.

He seemed to be able to see it, with one hand weakly clasping the railing on the edge, relying on the remaining consciousness to want to live.

But the others ignored her at all and just kept pushing her downstairs.

again and again.

Bai Ge was silent, he heard the movement, turned his head, and five steps behind him, there was a lonely girl standing there.

At this time, she is like the girl in the photo, very beautiful, very clean, wearing a ballet costume, like a proud swan.

"The first fall was an accident."

"Although you were flustered, you protected your head."

"Holding the back of your head with your hands crossed, so the backs of your hands are bloody, and even your bones are broken."

"You lost consciousness but were not fatally wounded."

Bai Ge finished the first sentence.

The girl had a painful expression on her face. She raised her hands, and her two white and beautiful hands were dripping with blood, her bones were broken, and blood flowed out of her nose, making a violent coughing sound.

"The second fall, it was murder."

"They took advantage of your loss of consciousness, and they were afraid that you would tell the secret, and they were even more afraid that you would call the police."

"So they pried open the door of the roof, here, and pushed you down, in order to let you die in this accidental fall."

"You regained consciousness just before you fell, and you held the railing with your fingers. I don't know what you said, but they didn't let you go."

"The second fall, your neck bone was broken, and you lost half of your body's intuition."

Bai Ge finished the second paragraph.

There was a crisp sound from the back of the girl's neck, her head was broken, her hands were holding her cheeks, her clothes were stained with bright red, blood was seeping from the corners of her eyes, and her lips were pale.

"The third fall is malicious."

"You have a broken neck, you look almost alive, and that's usually enough."

"But some people are still not satisfied. Because of someone's malice, because of incessant actions, you are thrown down from the top floor again."

"You didn't have the good luck this time. The back of your head hit the corner, and you suffered intracranial hemorrhage. You died on the spot."

Bai Ge finished the third paragraph.

A large amount of blood stained the white dance skirt, her seven orifices were bleeding, but her lips were as pale as if they were chapped, her smiling expression looked like she was crying, and her eyes were full of black, unresolved resentment.

"I tried before."

Tasted self-help in the fall.

"I begged."

Beg them not to be so cruel.

"I prayed."

Pray that someone will come and save me.

"I'm desperate."

Falling down again and again, lying on the cold ground, feeling that life is approaching nothingness.

No one came, no one...

The blood swan lamented and lamented: "I hate you!"

The last fragment of memory left in his life is only hatred. If he hadn't been treated so cruelly, perhaps such a ghost would not have been born.

It's only natural for her to hate others, and perhaps her hatred of Bai Ge stems from her liking for it.

Because he had prayed for someone to save him before his death, it was not his parents but him that naturally emerged in his heart.

Therefore, the object of her revenge became herself.

Perhaps Li Gui can't tell what is hate and what is like. If you like it, you will stay, and if you hate it, you will kill it.

Essentially backwards to the same result.

After all, it's all about killing.

Just as Bai Ge was about to say something, suddenly, his body felt weightless.

A strong sense of falling came, and when he looked back, he had been thrown out of the roof and fell towards the ground along with gravity.

She was standing in front of the rooftop, and Bai Ge was also frozen for a while, unable to move.

But he fell to the ground, and with a roar, God of Fighting really protected Baige like a platinum star protected Mai Yuqiang.

The ground was sunken several centimeters, and the concrete floor was cracked.

Bai Ge patted his clothes and stood up, falling from a height... Is this the ability of this ghost?

His vision was in a trance again, and he returned to the roof again, leaning his back against the railing.

There was a scream from the blood swan, and it rushed forward and pushed him downstairs.

Boom... The dull sound continued, but Bai Ge was still unscathed.

The fall continued, once, twice, three times...

When he returned to the edge of the roof for the fourth time, he said: "Do you want to continue? Do you want to be like them too? Repeat this hatred, and then push one person down every day?"

"Kill me, will your hatred be erased?"

Bai Ge looked at her: "I don't think so, it's hard to get over it."

Li Gui strangled his neck directly, and the cold blood spread.

If you don't listen to advice, you still only have hatred.

But Bai Ge raised his stiff hands, slowly cupped her cheeks, and straightened his head.

He looked at the terrifying face at a close distance, and said softly.

"Feel sorry."

"I'm late."

"I failed to save you, let you down."