Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 371: Gao Ming’s new portrait?

The players of the ghost story had no good feelings towards the security personnel of the Investigation Bureau in the first place, and when Yuan Hui appeared in such an image, those who were close to him immediately retreated.

This is not playing hide-and-seek in a haunted house. If you are not careful, you can really die. No one is willing to gamble their life on the kindness of their enemy.

Seeing Yuan Hui dragging the corpse, Shanliang Gao Ming clenched his fists. The corpse had many scars and there was a big hole in the chest.

"They even harmed the corpse. The Investigation Bureau is really not a good thing!"

"There were marks on his neck, his chest was cut open, and there was not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body from being beaten. And this child was wearing a school uniform. He is still just a student!"

"Bah! You are not a human being!"

The whispers around made the team leader frown constantly. After all, he was also a member of the Investigation Bureau, and he felt really bad when he heard others say that.

Dragging the corpse, Yuan Hui stood directly at the connection between the corridors.

"This guy is really lawless." Ouyang Susu touched the shot put in the bag. She really wanted to throw it over.

"Yuan Hui is not that stupid. He is deliberately attracting everyone's attention, putting himself in the open, and letting his companions hide in the dark to find the target." The team leader retracted his gaze and warned: "Don't act rashly."

Maybe it was because the surroundings were too quiet, Yuan Hui wanted to muddy the waters. He glanced at the ghost story players, but unfortunately no one dared to look him in the eye.

"A bunch of wimps... Huh?" With eyes wide open, Yuan Hui saw Liu Yi in the safe passage.

Kicking away the debris blocking the way, he dragged the corpse and walked towards the safe passage with a smile on his face.

Liu Yi gently pushed behind her, and a figure hid in the room.

"Old classmate, nice to see you again." Yuan Hui looked Liu Yi up and down with an obviously aggressive look in his eyes: "There are too many people in Hande Private College, and we haven't had a good chat yet."

Liu Yi had a cold face and showed no intention of speaking.

Yuan Hui was left alone, but he was not angry. He grabbed the corpse's hair and pulled it up: "I know you have become a ghost story player and have been against the Investigation Bureau in the East District. This time I will give you a chance..."

"I'll give you a chance to kill!" Fan Li took out a kitchen knife and walked directly in front of Yuan Hui: "Get out of the way! Don't force me to chop you!"

Ignoring the example, Yuan Hui smiled even more. He slowly turned the head of the corpse to reveal Gao Ming's face: "Do you look familiar with this face? I know you have a good relationship with Gao Ming in private. If you continue to be stubborn, this will be your fate."

Seeing Gao Ming's body, Liu Yi had a blank expression on his face, and Fan Li's mouth twitched slightly.

The surrounding ghost story players have also heard of Team 13 Gao Ming. In the rumors, Gao Ming has various identities, including a kindergarten teacher, a chef, a dependent, a doctor, etc. The only thing that remains unchanged is that the survivors who spread these rumors were all saved by Gao Ming, and it was Gao Ming who changed their inevitable fate.

A big boss who often rescued ghost story players in abnormal events, a legend in the darkness, died just like that, and his body even became a trophy.

"Gao Ming was forced to death by me. Class 13 should be back on track. The only person you can trust now is me, the class leader." Yuan Hui grabbed Gao Ming's hair, but his eyes fell on Liu Yi's face: "You are the smartest woman I have ever met. I am looking forward to your answer, but don't make me wait too long."

"Yuan Hui?" The blood ring on his wrist flashed faintly, and Zhuo Jun's voice came from the corner of the corridor on the other side.

His tall body was covered with paint, and one of his eyes was blocked by red blood, looking very embarrassed. "Team Leader Zhuo, how did you get yourself so miserable?" Yuan Hui's status in the security team was not as high as Zhuo Jun's, and he was also very dissatisfied with him.

"I'm hunting down Gao Ming. I don't know where that ghost thing learned some strange abilities that even clay sculptures can't suppress." Zhuo Jun stretched out his hand to Yuan Hui: "Is there anything to eat? I feel like I'm starving to death."

"No need to chase him." Yuan Hui turned Gao Ming's body towards Zhuo Jun: "He's dead."

After seeing the face of the corpse clearly, Zhuo Jun stopped and looked as if he had seen a ghost: "Why is he here?"

"He has been here the whole time." Yuan Hui felt that he had the upper hand over Zhuo Jun this time. He held the corpse with one hand and looked around: "The so-called ghost story players are ordinary citizens who have been bewitched by high destiny. I know your difficulties. Now that the main culprit has been eliminated, if you actively cooperate with the Investigation Bureau, I will not only take you away from the abnormal incident safely, but also let you join the security department."

"Is Gao Ming really killed?"

"The creator of the Dead Water Forum has died. He was the backbone of the ghost story players!"

"From his tone, he doesn't sound like he's joking."

"Nonsense! Who would dare to joke about this unless they are a moron? That man is wearing a blood ring. He is from the security department of the Investigation Bureau!"

Human nature is the most vulnerable to the test. The ghost story players around became active in their minds. The creator of the Dead Water Forum was killed easily, and everyone had to consider their own way out.

People were whispering, and Yuan Hui was enjoying this moment very much. In front of the girl that everyone had secretly loved all those years, in front of Zhuo Jun, the person he was most dissatisfied with, and in front of all the ghost story players who hated him, he became the only focus.

Like throwing a dead dog, Yuan Hui threw Gao Ming's body in front of Zhuo Jun: "Put the fragments of the portrait in your body in there as well."

Zhuo Jun didn't want to display the fragments of the portrait in public and was a little hesitant.

"You don't believe me? You think I can't kill him?" Yuan Hui laughed, his expression sinister and terrifying. There was complete silence around him, and no one dared to speak.

Seeing Yuan Hui said this, Zhuo Jun slowly placed his arm on the chest of the corpse. He gritted his teeth in pain. The fragment of the portrait seemed to sense something and struggled to push out from his flesh and blood!

His blood vessels swelled and it felt like a fish was swimming under his arm. Zhuo Jun was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He wanted Yuan Hui to help hold him down, but the moment he raised his head, his eyes seemed to freeze, staring straight at the safety passage behind Yuan Hui.

The voice-controlled light went out, and someone walked out of the corridor in the darkness. When the light came on again, the eyes of the ghost story players began to move.

The dim light shining on his body made him feel as if he had returned to an evening when hope was buried. Blood mixed with paint was dripping. The man was wearing a red-dyed school uniform and had a gentle and bright smile on his face.

"Zhuo Jun, don't you want your eyes back?" Gao Ming's voice rang out in the corridor. He spread out his five fingers and drew the eye that Zhuo Jun could not open on his palm.

This familiar voice made Zhuo Jun grit his teeth in hatred, but the next moment, the fragments of the portrait in his arm pushed out of the wound and fell into Gao Ming's body on the ground.

In this way, the originally broken portrait slowly became complete inside Gao Ming's body.

The curse disappeared and Zhuo Jun stood there in a daze.

Yuan Hui, who was in front of Zhuo Jun, also realized the problem. He turned around abruptly, and when he saw the painter Gao Ming under the voice-controlled light, the expression on his face became extremely wonderful.

(End of this chapter)