Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 348 The screening begins

The flesh-and-blood ghost was stared at by the "fate" twice, and his injuries could only be healed by injecting the will energy of a living person.

Those Lords of the Blood City represent fate. They have arranged the life for every citizen of the Hanhai. If you want to change your destiny, you need a lot of will energy to help cover it up, until you become the Lord of the Blood City and truly break the shackles.

Now Gao Ming's path is very clear. He must collect will energy, change the fate of everyone in the city, kill or imprison other candidates for the Lord of Blood City, and become the new Lord of Blood City before he is wiped out by fate.

This road is extremely difficult, but it is not completely without opportunities.

When Gao Ming first met Afang, the shadow world will in that child went berserk, attracting many people's attention. At that time, Gao Ming discovered a very important point, that the twelve Lords of the Blood City were not united, and they seemed to have irreconcilable contradictions with each other.

"We must be extremely careful with every step we take. We cannot let the Flesh and Blood Immortal get hurt again before we gather enough will energy." It's really not easy for the Flesh and Blood Immortal to follow Gao Ming. It cycles between getting hurt and healing itself every day.

The storm is brewing, and the General Administration's large-scale screening is equivalent to actively acknowledging the existence of the disaster. The black fog in the far suburbs of the city is approaching step by step and spreading towards the urban area. They are no longer able to control the entire vast sea. This disaster has entered a new stage.

In order to survive, everyone began to fight desperately, and the original order was on the verge of collapse.

……

Beigang City, third floor of Shumi Research Institute.

The hands of the clock on the wall ticked away, and Jingtuo God silently stared at the unlocked door.

"Bang bang bang!" There was a knock on the door. Before Jingtuo Shen could speak, the office door was pushed open and Wanjie, covered in blood, entered the room.

His face was calm and his eyes were deep. Ordinary people could not guess what he was thinking: "What era is it now? Do you still like to use this kind of mechanical clock?"

"I just prefer to listen to the sound of the hands moving. It gives me a more concrete understanding of the passage of time and life." Jingtuo Shen turned off the surveillance camera in the house and poured a cup of hot water in front of Wanjie: "There are still three hours before the start of the big screening. How are your people preparing?"

"Don't worry, there will be no problem. If the people from Class 13 dare to come in, I will kill them all, especially Gao Ming." Wanjie picked up the teacup and took a sip. He was not afraid of being poisoned by Jingtuo God.

"You disobeyed the order of the General Administration and led your team into Bowan Village privately. Not only did you fail to catch anyone, you also released the ghosts in the village. The General Administration is very dissatisfied with your performance." Jingtuo Shen said lightly. His expression did not change, but the temperature in the room dropped a little.

"I will satisfy them." Wan Jiefang put down the teacup: "Do you have anything else to do?"

Seeing that Jingtuo Shen didn't say anything, Wanjie glanced at the compartments on both sides, grabbed the documents on the table, and wiped the blood off his face: "The speed at which the disaster spread is beyond everyone's expectations. Now our communication with the outside world has been cut off. I can understand the anxiety of the top management. After all, they are also human beings. They will be afraid and will die..."

Staring at the blood-stained documents on the table, Jingtuo Shen still had no expression on his face, as if hesitating about something.

After a long time, he did not touch the water cup in front of him, but placed a brand new document on the table: "The large screening was held at the junction of the Old City and the East District, covering the two poorest and most luxurious neighborhoods. We sent a large number of investigators in, but all the investigators who entered lost their memories and were transformed into abnormal people."

“Amnesia?” Wan Jie flipped to the first page of the new information, and the words he saw instantly perked him up: “Suspected Level 5 Abnormal Event?” “That’s the result of the Shumi Research Institute’s assessment, so I’m very curious, what exactly did you release from Lishan Hospital?”

"Is this abnormal incident related to the clay sculptures in Lishan Hospital?" Wanjie read the information attentively: "It should be caused by the two clay sculptures at the bottom of the Black Lake. They can not only control memories, but also use the power of rules to deprive us of ghost patterns, making us lose the abilities given by ghosts."

"You cannot rely on the abilities of ghosts and monsters, and the same goes for Gao Ming and those ghost story players. Your primary goal is to deal with abnormal events, but you can also kill those who are in the way while completing the task." God Jingtuo told Wanjie the real plan.

"It's a good idea, but I always feel that..." Wanjie put away the new information: "Will the General Administration want to take this opportunity to get rid of us as well?"

"Don't think too much. Now is the time when the Investigation Bureau is looking for people. They won't do such a stupid thing." Jingtuo Shen gently turned the edge of the teacup, his tone flat.

"I hope so." Wan Jie finished the water in the teacup in one gulp, turned his head and said to the cubicles on both sides: "I'm leaving first. See you in the East District in three hours."

Wanjie walked out of the office wearing a blood-stained uniform.

After the footsteps disappeared, the compartment door was opened, and the newly formed East District Special Security Team of Jingtuo Shen walked out, including the fully armed Zhuo Jun and Bai Xiao.

"If you had taken action just now, you would have had a chance of killing him." Jingtuo Shen did not look up, but just looked at the tea leaves floating in the teacup.

No one present was willing to answer Jing Tuo Shen's question. After waiting for a few seconds, he waved his hand impatiently: "You guys should also go and get ready. We will gather at Xiangshengyong Apartment in the old city in three hours."

……

The sky was gloomy and the daylight hours were getting shorter and shorter. It was just past four in the afternoon and all the street lights were already on.

The Xiangshengyong apartment complex, the largest and most chaotic in the old city, and the Changcheng community where the social elites of the eastern district live are separated by only a wall. The wall, which is not very high, divides the two sides into different worlds.

There were only sporadic lights in the old city, while the neon lights in the east district made the dark clouds glow with color.

"People here may work hard all their lives but never be able to 'climb over' the wall." Fan Li was wearing a black jacket, and doctor Li Chengcai and shot put athlete Ouyang Susu followed behind him.

The three of them underwent a transformation in a very short period of time. Their temperaments became more fierce than before, especially Fan Li. He became much more mature and even wore a specially made metal mask.

The street lights flickered, and more and more people appeared outside the apartment building. They came in twos and threes, and most of them had fixed teammates.

"Should we wait before going in? We must be careful and never let Sister Zhang's tragedy happen again." Ouyang Susu felt a little uncomfortable when mentioning Sister Zhang. They encountered danger in another abnormal incident. The nanny who knew some ghost sounds was killed by ghosts.

Exhaling a breath of cold air, Fan Li slowly opened his eyes hidden under the mask, his eyes were full of bloodshot: "Find the people from Team 13 first, don't forget, we still owe him a life."

(End of this chapter)