Strange Game Designer Chapter 92

Chapter 92 The true identity of Dead Water

Taking out a betel nut and putting it into his mouth, the young man looked inside the closet and listened to the baby's cry, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Some perverts like to torture kittens, it seems because kittens can make the same noises as babies.

The crying in the room became louder, and Gao Ming slowly walked out of the corner of the corridor. He had just confirmed through reply communication that the other party had the administrator rights of the forum's hidden interface. Even if it was not Dead Shui himself, it must be related to Dead Shui.

Produce the photos of the patients, Gao Ming will treat those patients, and the patients will pay for the medical expenses if they help him arrest them.

The shadow was spreading. Before the young man could react, he was hit by a huge force against the wall. Only then did he realize that there were several more "people" behind him.

The young man's mouth was gagged and Gao Ming checked the closet. There was no black and white photo of the deceased that he wanted, only a painting made from a copy of the photo!

The black and white picture is exactly the same as the posthumous photo. In the photo, she is an extremely beautiful woman. Her body has matured, but her intelligence seems to have stayed at the stage of newborn, crying like a baby.

The problem that Gao Ming had been unable to figure out before seemed to be understood at once. After thanking the security guard, he immediately ran to the sixth exhibition area.

Gao Ming was not sure whether the young man had lied, so he was going to go and have a look immediately.

"What dead water?" The young man nodded with difficulty under Gao Ming's gaze: "I am indeed the user of this account and the administrator of the hidden secondary page of the forum."

"Don't waste your energy, the worst is to die." The young man's expression was sinister, like a poisonous snake. He had memorized Gao Ming's face. As long as he was given a chance to resist, he would kill Gao Ming without hesitation.

Just before twelve o'clock, Gao Ming arrived at Hanhai Beicheng Art Park.

Putting away the second painting that was a copy of the deceased photo, Gao Ming quickly calmed down: "It seems that I have to go to Night Lights again. I am obviously starting over, but many events are moving closer to their original positions."

"Take out your black and white photo." Gao Ming wanted to confirm further.

"I know the feeling of every knife cutting on the body." Gao Ming locked the young man's neck, and his voice slowly changed: "I hope you can hold on longer, just continue to follow me in the same tone just now Talk, don't stop, it will make me..."

“Is Standing Water your screen name on the sewage treatment forum?”

The art exhibition started at nine o'clock, and tourists entered one after another. Most of them were dressed very stylishly. They were just watching the exhibition, and no one went near the trash cans.

"If I tell you, can you let me go?" the young man asked tentatively.

"If you don't say anything, I will make you die even if you want to." Hearing Gao Ming's answer, the young man seemed to have accepted his fate: "He hid the new painting in the trash can in the sixth exhibition area of the Hanhai Art Exhibition. , I helped him dispose of two corpses last night, and the new paintings are my reward. He asked me to pick them up at 12 noon today. "

Amidst the continuous display of high life, the young man's sinister face gradually lost color. Which psychiatrist provides psychological counseling in this way?

The person who drew the photos is very good, and the viewer seems to perceive everything just by looking at it with the naked eye.

"This is all I have..." The young man looked at the black and white painting that Gao Ming had put away, his eyes full of greed and reluctance.

"He would use different accounts to send me messages, give me tasks and prompts, and ask me to go to different places to pick up things, including..." The young man bit the tip of his tongue and paused for a long time before saying: "New paintings, I need The person you are looking for, the body to be disposed of.”

The Hanhai Art Exhibition has a very high standard. The sixth exhibition area mainly contains various paintings. With the continuous improvement of smart painting technology, artists have become more abstract and in-depth in order to distinguish themselves from the smart brain.

With the excuse that something was missing, Gao Ming, accompanied by security guards, checked the surveillance video of the sixth exhibition area.

Gao Ming froze the scene. He knew the man under surveillance, and his paintings had been exhibited here. Unfortunately, his painting style became more and more crazy and absurd later on, and many judges even thought that he really had a mental problem.

"If you have anything to ask, just ask." The young man dared not look into Gao Ming's eyes: "You didn't even ask, how do you know I didn't say anything?"

Sent the young man to the photo where the patient was, Gao Ming cleaned up the traces of the scene and left the sewage treatment plant.

Carefully flattening the packaging bag, Gao Ming found a black and white photo of a deceased woman drawn on the white paper wrapping the food bag. In the photo, she showed a gentle and mature woman with dull eyes and tears on her face.

The young man's expression was twisted, and the corners of his mouth raised, showing a very scary expression: "I know what you want to ask, but I won't tell you."

This young man is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to fall into the hands of Gao Ming at all now. The various knives look scary, and they are all stained with blood. What's even more horrifying is that when Gao Ming recounted these things, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had experienced them all in person for the purpose of testing them.

With his eyes fixed on the surveillance camera, Gao Ming did not miss any scene. In the video, Xia Yang slowly looked at the paintings. After finishing breakfast, he threw the garbage into the trash can at the exit of the sixth exhibition area.

　　Not finding the real black-and-white photo of the deceased in the closet, Gao Ming put away the crying painting in the shadow and took off the rag that blocked the young man's mouth: "Did you establish the backwater forum?"

"Death? How can it be that easy?" A torture tool made of bloodshot eyes appeared in Gao Ming's hands: "This is a ball-digging knife with a sharp edge that can dig out a complete sphere; this is a V-shaped carving knife, and this is a bone-breaking knife... "

"It seems that you are a pervert with backbone, but you met me today. As a professional psychological counselor, I have many ways to make you talk." Gao Ming stretched out his hand to touch his heart, feeling the countless trembling torture instruments in the torture chamber. They are made of flesh and blood and full of resentment.

Continuously accelerating time, at nine-ten, a middle-aged man dressed casually entered the sixth exhibition area with a breakfast.

“There are a lot of trash cans in the sixth exhibition area. If I rummage through them one by one, I'm afraid I'll be kicked out by the security guards. If Dead Water himself hadn't left, he might have discovered me and escaped in advance.”

“How do you usually contact him?” The more cautious Dead Shui is, the more Gao Ming wants to catch him.

"Backwater is Xia Yang? We have worked together for so many years before!"

"This woman seems to have had her soul extracted, and her body has been trapped in the painting." Gao Ming took out the drawing paper: "This painting is too similar to the black and white photo of the deceased."

There were many people at the art exhibition and the space was wide. Gao Ming ran directly to the security room in order to avoid alerting others.

Having died so many times, Gao Ming doesn't even know who Dead Water is, and the players don't know the true identity of Dead Water. This is actually the scariest thing about Dead Water.

“Xia Yang? Why is the main beauty of Night Light Studio here?”

“Dead Water has cleared many games before I published the game guide. He is cautious and cunning. He has a brain and sees far ahead. He controls the player base in advance and has great plans.”

"You don't even have a photo of yourself?" Gao Ming felt that he was getting closer to the truth: "Who gave you this painting?"

"It's a stagnant water, a real stagnant water." The young man was a little scared: "I don't know who he is. He set up a hidden forum, wrote the corresponding code words, and spread the copied black and white paintings. All of this was done by him. I am only responsible for following the instructions. His instructions, followed by comments, bring support to others who have experienced horror."

Gao Ming couldn't understand most of the paintings here, and he actually didn't care. He just came in to look for the trash can.

The moment he saw Xia Yang, Gao Ming felt a chill pouring into his heart and his scalp was numb. He was very impressed by this beauty with narrow eyes, Buddhist mentality, and leading everyone to act bad at every turn.

With the surprised gazes of others, Gao Ming opened the trash can and found a ball of kneaded food packaging bags.

"Wait a moment!"

“Where did he ask you to go when he last sent you a message?”

Hands together, but Gao Ming is now in a good state of mind.

“Xuan Wen will go for an interview today. If you include her and me, Manager Gou's staff is really full of talents. Although we can't make a best-selling game, we can almost try to subvert the city in the future.”

(End of this chapter)

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