Strange Game Designer Chapter 19

Chapter 19 What a psychological impact this had on the simple me!

“Why is Manager Gou so crazy?”

Gao Ming was a little confused. Manager Gou had been calling him since 5:41 in the afternoon, but his attention was all on Xuan Wen at this time.

"The number of people who have downloaded and tried it now has exceeded one thousand. Do you feel anything unusual?" Gao Ming didn't have a work station himself, so he moved a cardboard box and sat next to Xuan Wen, staring at her nervously.

“There is a vague noise in my head.” Xuan Wen looked down at her hands. She had maintained this posture for a long time.

"Sounds?" Gao Ming carefully recorded Xuanwen's various "symptoms" at this time: "Can you hear what they are saying?"

"I can't hear you clearly, but those voices contain various emotions, which can make my consciousness more independent and complete." There will always be black shadows that only I can see. They try their best to drag me back to the original world, as if they want to correct my destiny. But these voices from the players are like threads, connecting me to the real world. It's tighter and makes me less susceptible to black shadows.”

"The information provided by the Investigation Bureau states that ghosts in ghost stories can grow step by step by eating away at negative emotions and uneasiness until they completely lose control." Gao Ming looked at Xuan Wen: "Do you feel out of control now?"

“Silence?”

"I can feel that I am getting rid of the influence of the shadow world on me at a slow speed." Xuan Wen opened the door of the utility room: "We will make the complete version of the game tonight, even if it is a loan, Let more people play it!”

"There are more and more voices!" Xuan Wen's eyes were scary and her voice was intermittent: "I don't know what I will do."

The end of the world is coming, why should we still abide by the previous rules?

“Are you sure? Will this make you feel more uncomfortable?”

“Is it just an agent?” The middle-aged man looked at the doctor calmly, and no emotion could be heard from his voice.

Being stared at by Gao Ming, Su Mo's hair stood on end. Not only was the man in front of him possessed by evil spirits, he was also a pervert with special hobbies. It was so terrifying!

"The process needs to be recorded? Do we want to watch it together tomorrow?!" Sumo took a breath of cold air. They were even planning to study it slowly during work! What a psychological impact these words had on a pure-hearted college student!

His ears felt a little hot, Sumo took a step back, but the door opened at this moment, and he and Gao Ming in the room looked at each other again.

"Xuan Wen is very smart, but the authority is a fan. Since it is confirmed that ordinary games can also collect emotions for ghost stories, then I can definitely use ghost stories to make money, and then spend money to serve the monsters I have." Gao Ming opened the backpack he carried with him. , his eyes narrowed slightly: "I should collect more black and white photos like Zhao Xi's."

“You go find the rope and tie my hands and feet…”

“President Situ, the document is here.” The young doctor wearing glasses seemed to be accustomed to all this: “Congratulations on becoming the acting director of the Eastern Branch of the Hanhai Investigation Bureau.”

"Alright." Gao Ming was in a state of extreme vigilance. He turned around and vaguely heard footsteps outside the door.

Su Mo always felt that Gao Ming did not look like a good person, so he tiptoed to the door of the utility room and listened carefully.

"I see you came out alone. Did you two quarrel?" Wei Dayou patted Gao Ming's shoulder: "Brother, I ordered two cups of milk tea for you. I'll admit my mistake later. Don't leave the little girl alone. It was uncomfortable, and I saw her covering her eyes as if she was crying.”

"If you call me eldest sister again, I will really lose control." Xuan Wen took out the mirror from her bag. After reading it, she put on the eye mask, dragged Gao Ming and walked out of the office.

His eyebrows were raised, with an expression that I had already seen through.

"No need." Xuan Wen walked out of the office and stopped at the door of the utility room: "If the ghost story is allowed to dominate a thousand living people in reality, then disaster will definitely break out. As the core of the ghost story incident, I will definitely lose my mind. Those thousand living people will also fall into terror and despair, and this situation is just right."

"I knew it!"

"You work first, and after I have a rest, I will go and help." Xuan Wen closed the door of the utility room, leaving Gaoming standing alone at the door.

The delivery boy who had delivered braised chicken and rice to Gao Ming was standing at the door with milk tea. When he saw Gao Ming, he instinctively took a step back.

Gao Ming's expression at this time was as helpless and speechless as if he were rich: "There is something, but it's not what you think."

“That's right.” Gao Ming nodded.

He held his breath, and a new voice came from the utility room - "Where are you tied?"

"Won't."

“You know what the heck!” Gao Ming continued to browse the haunted house. The two of them were not on the same channel at all.

“Doctor Lu, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with you.” The lights in the hall shone on the table in front of the middle-aged man, but he himself was buried in the shadows: “Have you brought the person I asked you to find?”

Wiping off the blood on his fingertips, a tall middle-aged man stood up slowly. He stepped over the body and sat on the main seat.

“How about you go home and hide?”

Gao Ming closed the door of the utility room. He found that Xuan Wen's condition seemed to have become more serious. The left side of her face was a little distorted, and there were many **** marks on her fingers: "Are you okay?"

Gao Ming made a silent gesture and quietly grabbed the door handle.

"Then you can't lose control in the company. They are playing your game." Gao Ming raised the milk tea in his hand: "They are buying you milk tea. You can't just turn around and stab them all!"

“We will record the whole process. I need to know my situation. We can watch it together, or we can study it slowly when we go to work tomorrow.”

"It feels weird coming from your mouth..." Gao Ming's impression of a psychological crime serial killer who killed eight female protagonists in three days. The city is extremely deep and dangerous; in fact, it is a psychological crime serial killer. A murderer who takes a taxi to work after five o'clock in the morning and would rather take out a loan than let the company's hard work go to waste.

“Where is it tied?”

“Sister, your face doesn't seem to be as simple as being irritable!” Gao Ming picked up the sleep mask from the drawer and handed it over.

“It's what you say it is.” Gao Ming drove Wei Dayou away, compared the haunted houses in Hanhai with the games he had made, and planned the future route.

"Isn't this... against the rules? They belong to other bureaus." The doctor was a little embarrassed.

"Why don't you go home first?" "No, I might tear myself apart on the way." Xuan Wen's voice changed, with a strange, unfamiliar feeling, cold and scary.

"Desk? Bookcase? Radiator? Everything is fine!" Xuan Wen struggled to turn on her mobile phone: "We recorded the entire mutation process. I need to know my situation. We can watch it together, or when we go to work tomorrow Study slowly."

Just listening to the silence makes me blush. Is this a topic that people in the workplace should discuss?

"I will definitely feel irritated by so many sounds, just like a schizophrenic patient having auditory hallucinations for the first time, but I should be able to adapt." Xuan Wen raised her head, her left eye was filled with bloodshot eyes, and even more The scary thing was that the bloodshot eyes seemed to be crawling out of her eyes and spreading towards the left side of her face.

“What did you hear?”

"There are seven in total, all investigators who have experienced Level 3 abnormal events. They will explain to you in detail how to survive the abnormal events." The doctor placed the information in front of the middle-aged man. Three of the seven investigators were physically present. Disabled, and one was disfigured.

About half an hour later, the milk tea Wei Dayou ordered was delivered. Gao Ming reluctantly walked out of the office, and when he looked up, he saw an acquaintance.

“You go find the rope and tie my hands and feet.” Xuan Wen's expression was a little painful.

“No need to explain, let them enter the ghost building in the East District with me at midnight tonight, where they will live in the house of the family who worships the Flesh Fairy.”

"Maybe this is fate." Gao Ming took two cups of milk tea and did not go back to the office. Instead, he walked to the utility room in the corner alone.

Just one sentence made the expression of Su Mo, a college student who was full of expectations for the workplace, change: "Binding??"

“Desk? Bookcase? Radiator? It's all fine!”

Back in the office, Gao Ming directly began to search Hanhai's famous haunted house, but at this moment Wei Dayou mysteriously came over with Fa Cai in his arms: "Is there something wrong with you two?"

"Basically no one can compete with you." The doctor hesitated a little, but still asked: "But I'm curious, why did you spend so much money to get a position that everyone avoids?"

The sense of justice in his heart prevented the college student from leaving immediately. He hesitated for a while and quietly approached the utility room.

Hanghai East District, Queen's 16th Street, 3rd floor, Fu'an Private Hospital.

Xuan Wen's voice was very low, and every word seemed to ooze out from between her teeth: "The game based on us is like my shrine, and the wedding photo in the game is like my statue. , I can also get a small amount of emotion and uneasiness in this way, and the player will not be in a real desperate situation.”

Sumo wanted to leave, but he vaguely heard the painful and suppressed voice of a woman coming from the utility room.

“I can still meet you if I change my city to take orders?”

“The rules are made, and soon you will have to follow new ones.”

The middle-aged man stood up slowly and pushed the chair he had kept in the shadow under the light.

(End of this chapter)

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