Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 404: Ordinary is the Greatest Wish
The dim light is not too glaring, and it falls softly on each piece of old furniture, making the whole house look very warm.

The house is not big and seems full of life at first glance, but if you look closely, you can find many strange things.

Luo Dong's body froze at the door. He looked past the man who opened the door and into the house.

All the walls here are equipped with sound insulation layers and coated with sound-absorbing paint. As long as there is no violent fight in the house, the neighbors will have no idea what is happening inside.

There is an extra-large air-cooled refrigerator in the living room. This type of refrigerator relies on a fan to blow air into the refrigerator to cool it down. The meat stored in the refrigerator will not easily become smelly and will not have any peculiar smell.

There are a lot of fresh-keeping bags scattered on the kitchen floor, just enough to hold fist-sized pieces of meat for easy carrying. Under the counter is a heating agent, which can accelerate the decay of meat when mixed with water.

Now that he had the equipment to transport and destroy the meat, Luo Dong looked towards the bathroom. The floor tiles there were covered with a plastic waterproof film that had not been put away in time, and there was some dirty stuff like fat on it.

"There's also a place to process the meat..." Luo Dong's heart was pounding. The overall decoration style of the room was very warm, but he felt cold all over.

"Have you seen enough?" The middle-aged man in the raincoat suddenly spoke. The brim of the raincoat covered half of his face, which made Luo Dong unable to see the other's expression.

"I..." Luo Dong didn't know what excuse to make. He had witnessed Gao Ming entering here one by one. It seemed that Gao Ming's disappearance must be related to the man in front of him.

"This is not the place for you, go away." The middle-aged man did not hurt Luo Dong. When he was about to close the door, he reminded Luo Dong: "Be careful when you go downstairs. If you hear footsteps, you must hide in advance. Don't let a male student in school uniform see you."

The middle-aged man lowered his voice and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "He is not a human being."

"Wait!" Luo Dong grabbed the door panel with his hand before it closed.

Maybe they were both fathers, or maybe the previously merged memories resonated with Luo Dong, so he did not choose to leave. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to communicate with the man in front of him in the most candid way.

"I know Gao Ming. He is my family's savior. In my impression, he is definitely not a bad person. Even if he becomes a ghost, I don't think he will become an evil ghost!" Luo Dong covered his chest. The call from the bottom of his heart was in this room. The room in front of him was very important to him: "Is there any misunderstanding between you? What happened here?"

The middle-aged man didn't expect Luo Dong to blurt out Gao Ming's name, and he didn't expect that the other party would insist on speaking for Gao Ming under such circumstances. The sentence that even if Gao Ming became a ghost, he would not be an evil ghost touched something in the man's heart.

Taking off the raincoat hood, the man's face was revealed. He looked mature and haggard, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes: "I am Gao Ming's father. I know what you said is correct, but those things in the corridor are not real Gao Ming."

"Not really Gao Ming?" Although Luo Dong had guessed before, he was still surprised to hear the confirmed answer. "Gao Ming is lucky to have a friend like you, come in." After the man made sure that there was no one outside, he invited Luo Dong into the house: "We have been trapped here for a long time, and you are the first person we have seen besides Gao Ming."

After pouring a glass of cold water in front of Luo Dong, the middle-aged man locked the door and asked, "What day is it now? Is it the day after the Zhongyuan Festival?"

"It's been several weeks now? You guys aren't stuck here forever, are you?"

Faced with Luo Dong's doubts, the middle-aged man did not speak. He sat on the other side of the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Can you tell me about Gao Ming? Who imprisoned you here?" Luo Dong asked cautiously. He sat on the sofa, feeling curious and scared. But his heart was still beating wildly, as if urging him to do something.

"Gao Ming's mother and I had high hopes for Gao Ming and enrolled him in many special classes, but we discovered that the only thing this child is good at is that he doesn't have any special skills." The middle-aged man was not angry when he mentioned these "troubles", but his expression was much more relaxed, as if those were the happiest days: "My husband and I were very anxious, until he went to high school and his class went on a group outing..."

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened, but Gao Ming has changed since then. He seems to be hiding something very painful in his heart. It feels like... part of his soul is lost somewhere, and he suffers day and night. It was also from that day that he frequently mentioned a non-existent student - Gao Yun in his diary." The man sighed: "As parents, we really want to help him share the burden, but we have tried various methods and nothing works. We gradually no longer expect him to be rich in the future. We just hope that he can become the same as before, and it would be good for the family to live an ordinary life."

"You only cherish things after you lose them. What I regret most now is that I didn't treat my family well." Luo Dong empathized with the middle-aged man's words.

"Gao Ming has become increasingly silent. He may not even know that the child often has nightmares, struggling, biting, and crying out the name Gao Yun with a hideous face, but he is fine during the day. He doesn't want to talk about it, and we won't ask him deliberately." The middle-aged man's voice was low and a little tired: "We encourage him to learn psychological counseling. In fact, we don't want him to become a doctor. We just hope that he can heal himself."

Luo Dong didn't expect Gao Ming to have such a past. To Gao Ming, his ordinary and peaceful daily study life was actually the result of his parents' hard work every day. The couple was afraid that Gao Ming would notice, so they gave him all their love carefully without hurting Gao Ming's heart.

"Isn't Gao Yun a student in their class?" Luo Dong felt that the name sounded familiar, and he seemed to have heard Gao Ming mention it before.

"There was no such student in their class. Later, we waited for him to graduate from college, and all the above symptoms disappeared. We thought that the child could start a new life, but who knew that all kinds of...unbelievable things would start to happen around him." The sound of chopping meat continued in the kitchen. The middle-aged man lowered his head slowly, staring at the falling cigarette ashes: "This year, Gao Ming worked overtime during the Ghost Festival and will be home very late. His mother and I are worried about him, so we called him several times."

"No one answered?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Every call was answered, but no one who answered the phone was Gao Ming, so his mother and I went to his rental place to look for him overnight..."

(End of this chapter)