Horror Game Designer

In the future seen by Gao Ming, Xia Yang and Situ An were two crucial members. They represented the chaotic freedom and evil in order. However, their fates were now bound to Gao Ming. Gao Ming took out his phone. After he confirmed the line was back to normal, he made a call. The person answered at the first ring. Wen Xuan’s voice came through, “Where are you? Are you injured?”

“I’m fine. How many internal users does Dead Water Forum have now?” Internal users were the names given by Gao Ming to the players. Those who survived at least one anomaly and understood the hints would become the forum’s internal users.

“There are more than 50 registered users. Around 12 of them are more valuable.”

“In the next few days, the number of forum users might explode. Be careful when filtering them.” Gao Ming sent Wen Xuan some gaming design ideas. These games were mostly at Level 2 Anomaly. They were suitable for newbies. They were useless for people from Class 13.

After receiving the files, Wen Xuan noticed a silence from Gao Ming. She sent him an emoji, “Is there anything else?”

“How is the game using your life as inspiration coming along?” Gao Ming wanted to use the game to make more people remember Wen Xuan. He turned the game into an altar, replicating the path employed by the ghosts from Xin Lu.

“I’m just throwing money at the production. I’ve already borrowed everything I could from the underground sharks at Han Hai,” Wen Xuan said casually.

“The game itself doesn’t need perfect production. The important part is the marketing so that more people can know and experience it.” Gao Ming sent Wen Xuan another document.

“That doesn’t sound like what a game designer should say. What’s wrong? Have you forgotten why you entered this industry?” Wen Xuan pointed out.

“I plan to add some new content to your game so that your game can predict the future to a certain degree. In other words, players can survive longer by playing your game. I refuse to believe other game companies can outsell us.” Gao Ming didn’t pick up the message in Wen Xuan’s tone. He smiled, “I hope Nightlight Studio and Manager Gou can sustain this wave of attention.”

“Is there nothing else?” Wen Xuan asked uncertainly. “I have not seen you for days. Is there nothing else you want to tell me?”

“Temporarily no.”

“That’s strange. I feel like there’s a woman around you.” Wen Xuan said. Her instinct was scarily accurate. “Wait. There is more than one.”

After a pause, Gao Ming finally understood her misunderstanding, “This is a misunderstanding. She is just my high-school friend. We’ve been trapped at this school for the past few days.”

“She is just my high-school friend.” Wen Xuan mimicked Gao Ming. “It sounds like you’ve found true love. Does it show you how much of an accident I am?”

“…”

“I was just kidding. Look after yourself. Recently, it feels weird at Han Hai.” Wen Xuan exchanged info with Gao Ming and hung up.

“Do you need me to call her to explain the situation?” Liu Yi was a very serious lawyer.

“Better don’t.”

Han De Private Academy had gone fully out of control. The entire east city would be affected. Gao Ming still had many things to do. After the storm ended, he wanted to visit Xin Lu and Jiujiang. After the communication recovered, Gao Ming received many messages. He didn’t have time to reply to them. He led Liu Yi into the forest to meet up with Boss Zhang Ding.

Han Hai’s ghosts could be categorised into four levels. The normal scapegoats, the big ghosts with the resentment room. After the resentment rooms became a haunted house, they would be at You Liang’s level. Above that would be Yan Xizhi, who had control of the rules.

Zhang Ding’s situation was special. Gao Ming thought Zhang Ding’s resentment room was the supermarket, but his resentment room might be the flood itself since Zhang Ding had accepted the resentment of all the victims. His death portrait not only had the supermarket but also the flood and the customers. In the activity building, Zhang Ding was also the only ghost who could control the flood. After knowing Yan Xizhi had taken control of the school rules, Gao Ming felt like You Liang might be his second friend to master the rules. He was not weaker than You Liang. He had the support of his neighbours. If he could fully control the flood, he would become very scary.

“Jiujiang’s Red Spectres have to push themselves to their limits. The ghosts at Xin Lu require the faith of living humans. The ghosts at Han Hai need the sacrifice of other ghosts to walk to the very end.”

…

“Brother Jie, wake up!”

“Stop shaking. Can’t you tell that I was playing dead?” Wang Jie shoved Xi San away. He turned to the bus window. The glass reflected a wounded and scarred face.

“Your leg is stuck in the car. Do you…” Xi San thought back to some movie scenes. He knew Wang Jie’s personality, so he found a saw from the toolbox.

“You’re not asking me to saw off my leg, right?” Wang Jie frowned.

“Yes. I see this often in movies.” Xi San nodded innocently.

“The fuck.” Wang Jie took out his phone. When he saw that the signal had recovered, his eyes changed fully. Ignoring Xi San, he made multiple calls and sent out his coordinates. He told his grandfather, father, and uncles everything that he had experienced.

“Brother Jie, do we really don’t need to run?” XI San didn’t abandon Wang Jie. He tried to use the saw to break off the seat that trapped Wang Jie.

“Run? From now on, other people should start running.” Wang Jie gritted his teeth, “Situ An and Zuo Jun. Neither of them is escaping.”

“Then, shall we just wait here?” Xi San asked.

“Yes.” Wang Jie had already received the reply from his family. He finally smiled, “When you have a strong family background, why work so hard yourself?”

…

The student council president’s body was covered in bandages. After he left the school, he took out a pink phone. The original owner of this phone was Song Xue.

The president unlocked it and switched on the video app. The murdered Song Xue appeared on the screen. She was trapped inside the phone by some power.

“Song Xue, help me triangulate the location of all the students in Class 13. Key in everyone’s death inside the group chat. Set them as reminders. My rules of curses require time to take effect.”

“Some of them have helped you.” Song Xue’s voice came from the phone. She sounded like she was from ten years ago. “Back then, I was the one who told you the truth.”

“Everyone in Class 13 is a chesspiece of the shadow world. I’m not doing this to harm them. When they are in great pain, I can give them another choice.” The president and the student council members left silently. They spread into the city. The student council badges appeared on many different adults.

…

Ji Jie’s brother, Ji Fu, hid in the ruins. He looked at the giant tree and yelled his brother’s name. His shirt was drenched when he felt his phone vibrate. “The signal is back!”

Ji Fu saw an emergency warning from the city. Han Hai released a danger personnel list. It recorded information about the suspects.

“Damn. Class 13 only has 50 students. How are there 51 fugitives?”

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