Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 351 Something terrible happened outside
Sitting on the sofa in Room 1801 of Changcheng Community, Wang Jie's expression was frighteningly gloomy. His pupils twitched slightly, concealing the fear and nervousness deep in his eyes.

This room is filled with luxurious furnishings. The world's top brands are only the foundation. Many of the ornaments are designed by masters, handmade and cannot be replicated.

Living in a house like this is the lifelong dream of many people, but the owner of this house clenched his hands together and his fingernails dug blood on the back of his hands.

"Who discovered it?"

On the coffee table in front of Wang Jie was an opened gift box, and inside the box was a sharp knife with a broken tip.

The blade was long and slender, with dirt and blackened seaweed remaining on the handle. If you got close, you could smell a fishy odor.

"He found the murder weapon I used, but why did he send it to me? What else does he know? He saw me killing people!"

With his five fingers grasping his hair, Wang Jie's handsome face was somewhat distorted.

"I can't remember. I can't remember a lot of things. Why is this happening?"

Wang Jie let go of his hair, he slowly reached out to the knife and grasped it again.

The memory that was suppressed deep in his heart and that he was most reluctant to face emerged. It was his first murder. After careful planning, he killed an unnoticed homeless man.

The knife stabbed into the opponent's body, but it was completely different from when he practiced. He was too nervous and the knife touched the bone, and he even accidentally hurt himself.

This knife is not only covered with the blood of the deceased, but also his blood, so it must not be discovered!

His clenched teeth gradually loosened, and Wang Jie stared at the knife in his hand, breathing heavily, as if he was savoring the feeling at that moment.

At the time, I felt that the feeling was completely different from killing mice, cats, dogs, etc.

"We have to find the person who sent the gift, and then... make him shut up forever." Hiding the knife in his clothes, Wang Jie looked around.

This house is decorated very luxuriously, but he has the impression that this is not his own house. The longer he stays here, the more familiar he feels that everything around him is, as if this is his home. He has lived here since he was a child, and all his memories are based on this room.

"My name is Wang Jie. I still have a clear memory of my first murder in my senior year of high school. So what exactly did I forget?"

The only clue Wang Jie has is the gift box. The person who sent the gift box must know everything.

After checking the room, Wang Jie turned on the computer in the house and checked the surveillance camera in the living room.

The video shows that a few minutes ago he opened the door, lowered his head, walked into the room personally holding the gift box, and placed the gift box on the coffee table.

"Did I bring it in from outside?" Wang Jie couldn't remember clearly, but the surveillance camera wouldn't lie: "It looks like I have to go to the gate and security room to find out who sent this gift box."

The memories in the brain seem to be fading away with time, but no one knows what exactly they have forgotten.

After hiding the gift box in the cabinet, Wang Jie opened the door to the living room, and the sensor light in the corridor outside the door lit up instantly.

"The lights are a little dim, and this corridor..." Wang Jie felt that the corridor was very quiet, so quiet that it made him feel very uncomfortable.

After hesitating for a moment, he stepped out of the room and walked to the elevator.

With a ding, the numbers on the elevator display began to change. At this moment, the door of Wang Jie's neighbor's house suddenly opened. A white-haired young man opened the door and said coldly, "I advise you not to go in, and don't bring anything to this floor."

"Who are you?" Wang Jie had no impression of the young man at all.

"My name is Situ Cheng." The young man did not reveal any other information about himself except his name: "Something terrible has happened outside. If you don't want to die, you'd better not be the first to get involved." "What happened?"

"Can't you see for yourself? The Old City and the East District are completely dark. Only Xiangshengyong Apartment and Changcheng Community have not had their electricity cut off. There must have been a disaster in the city that we don't know about!" Situ Cheng's expression was gloomy. He seemed to be living an unhappy life, but he seemed to have a reason to live: "You can look down from the window at the Old City. Xiangshengyong Apartment is in chaos. I heard someone screaming and someone was being chased."

"Disaster...what is threatening us?"

"I don't know." Situ Cheng shook his head.

Away from the elevator, Wang Jie glanced up and down at Situ Cheng, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Did you receive the red gift box today?"

Without refutation, Situ Cheng nodded: "Everyone who moves in seems to receive a special gift, and this gift may be more important than ourselves."

As the two were talking, the numbers on the elevator display suddenly became bright as if they were bleeding.

The number was like an eyeball, trying to remember the appearance of Wang Jie and Situ Cheng.

"Is there anything coming up?" Situ Cheng immediately closed the door and hid back home. Wang Jie stayed there for a while, but did not choose to go home. Instead, he held the knife and walked towards the stairs.

He hid behind the security door, his eyes pressed against the crack of the door, staring at the corridor.

Wang Jie's character was shaped by his living environment since childhood. He has a strong psychological quality and likes to use strong stimulation to satisfy his empty heart.

The numbers on the elevator display screen kept changing, and when it turned to 18, all the lights on Wang Jie's floor went out.

"Ding!"

The elevator door opened to both sides, and what made Wang Jie frown was that the light inside the elevator was not the normal white light, but dark red.

For the first time, he wanted to describe the light as sticky, the stench was rising, and something was coming out.

Click, click, click...

A vague outline could be vaguely seen in the corridor. It looked like a human figure, but the feeling it gave Wang Jie was completely different from that of a human.

"I am a murderer myself. I am a hunter. There is a fundamental difference between that and a perverted killer..."

The head slowly turned and the thing stopped at the door of Wang Jie's house. Its face was pressed against the peephole of the security door, and its entire head seemed to be trying hard to squeeze inside.

The sound of the door panel deforming was particularly clear in the darkness. Wang Jie held his breath. It seemed that his home might not be safe either!
"What on earth is that?! What on earth happened in the neighborhood where I live?"

……

Fan Shi looked down at his keys, which had a number label on them - 4441.

"You two go to this room first." Fan Li handed the key to Dr. Li Chengcai.

"how about you?"

"I'm going to find Gao Ming." Fan Li could feel a certain call from the flesh and blood. He drank the blood of the Flesh and Blood Immortal, and there was some special connection between him and Gao Ming.

Before entering Xiangshengyong Apartment, he looked for Gao Ming everywhere, but he had no clue. What he didn't expect was that after entering the apartment building, the call between flesh and blood suddenly appeared, which could only mean one thing - Gao Ming entered Xiangshengyong Apartment before the investigation bureau arrived.

(End of this chapter)