Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 405 He is getting harder to kill
"Isn't everyone who answers the phone a high-ranking official?" Luo Dong pondered over this sentence again and again, feeling horrified.

"There's something even stranger." The middle-aged man tilted his head slightly and looked at Luo Dong. "The voice in the phone was very strange at first. Every time we called, the voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little more like Gao Ming, until it was exactly the same as Gao Ming. But even if the voices were the same, I could still tell through certain intonations and little habits that the person answering the phone was not Gao Ming!"

"Is it becoming more and more like Gao Ming?" The feeling of an unknown object slowly replacing his relatives made Luo Dong feel extremely weird, but he was powerless to stop it.

"Yes, that's one of the reasons why we came to him."

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Luo Dong fell silent. Even though he knew that there might be ghosts where his child lived, as a parent he still chose to come here without hesitation.

"I don't know how you got here by mistake. After we made the call and went downstairs, we found that the world outside had become a little different. We seemed to have strayed into some place. The lights in the distance became blurry, and it seemed that there were shadows crawling in the corners. But because we were too worried about Gao Ming, we didn't pay much attention to these things and went to find him according to the address we remembered." The middle-aged man slowly lowered his head, revealing a trace of blood on the neck of his raincoat: "Are you here to look for your child too?"

"I was trapped in an abnormal incident. My wife and daughter were scared to death, and my only son disappeared in the building." Luo Dong tried his best to control himself not to look at the blood.

"Don't be afraid, this blood... is not human..." The middle-aged man seemed to be possessed by a demon. His body trembled slightly and his pupils shrank slowly. "In order to get to Gao Ming's rental house as soon as possible, we took a taxi. The driver told us many very scary stories along the way, including the murders that happened in Hanhai in recent years. He told them in great detail, as if he was at the scene. We initially suspected that he was the murderer, but he said that these were all told to him by the passengers themselves, and he wanted to hear our story."

"What story did you tell?" Luo Dong asked subconsciously.

"Through the conversation along the way, I noticed two things. The route this driver took was not to Gao Ming at all. Also, the horror stories he told me about have become reality. I suspect he is the perpetrator of all the murders, so..." The middle-aged man stared at Luo Dong, and after confirming that Luo Dong was a living person with a "heartbeat", he said word by word: "I told him a story about a taxi on a rainy night. A perverted driver who was driving a night taxi met a couple of passengers who were suffering from severe mental paranoia at midnight during a heavy rain. The perverted driver seemed to be showing off by telling some horrific murders. When he was most proud of himself, he was killed by the couple."

As a listener, Luo Dong was a little confused as to whether the man was telling a story, reality, or a mixture of the two. He tacitly did not ask any further questions.

"Would you like some water?" There was a slight gasp in the middle-aged man's voice. He stared straight into Luo Dong's eyes. The sound of chopping meat in the kitchen sounded even more harsh.

There were two kettles on the coffee table, one white and one red. The middle-aged man poured Luo Dong a cup of hot water from the red kettle.

"Don't be nervous. You are also trapped in this hellhole. You should know that the driver is not a living person, and the couple are not crazy people with mental paranoia." The middle-aged man retracted his gaze: "After we finished telling the story, I drove through the night and met all kinds of strange passengers. It took me a long time to get here."

Silently looking away, Luo Dong tried his best to remain calm. He didn't care why the man drove himself after telling the story. He didn't ask about the whereabouts of the driver, nor did he ask how the taxi could accommodate various other passengers. He didn't want to know where the passengers went in the end.

The only thing that can be confirmed now is that Gao Ming's parents went through a lot of things in order to get here that night. And these things are only known by Gao Ming's parents themselves.

"It's really not easy for you to find Gao Ming." Luo Dong was very emotional, but he didn't expect the middle-aged man to shake his head again.

"It was only when we got here that we truly realized the problem. Gao Ming was not in the room. My husband and I seemed to have been misled by something that trapped us here." The middle-aged man shifted his gaze to the fruit knife under the coffee table.

"You don't know where Gao Ming has gone?" In Luo Dong's mind, Gao Ming is the god of ghost story players, creating hope in all the impossibilities. If Gao Ming is here, then the other party must be able to break through. "Gao Ming..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, interrupting the middle-aged man. He motioned Luo Dong to hide in the bathroom first.

After Luo Dong hid, the man poured the water in the cup onto his raincoat. He walked to the door and opened it as if he had just returned home.

Gao Ming, wearing a school uniform and carrying a school bag, stood at the door. His expression was no longer stiff, and was almost the same as the Gao Ming in Luo Dong's memory.

"Dad, the bus we took for the outing had some problems on the road, so we came back late." Gao Ming carried a strange gift box and walked straight into the house as if he had really returned to his own home.

Looking at Gao Ming in school uniform, Luo Dong was a little surprised. Gao Ming seemed to be trapped in the night when the outing ended, like a child who had never grown up.

The middle-aged man was used to it and took the gift box and schoolbag: "Your mother is cooking, go take a shower first."

Shaking his head, Gao Ming looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face: "I had a dream on the bus. I dreamed that I was stabbed from behind while taking a shower, and my most precious gift was also destroyed."

"Oh, what else did you dream about?"

"It's so scary. I dreamed of all kinds of deaths, and each one happened in this apartment, but I just couldn't see who the murderer is." Gao Ming, wearing a school uniform, held a gift. That thing seemed to be more important than his life.

"Dreams are always the opposite of what they actually are." The middle-aged man took off his raincoat, revealing the dirty shirt underneath. "I just got off work, too. Things are not peaceful outside these days, and there are always disappearances and murders on the news. You should just stay home from now on."

The man picked up the white kettle and poured a glass of water, then handed it to Gao Ming: "Drink more hot water and less beverages."

Gao Ming had a strange smile on his face, and he shook his head again: "I'd better drink some cold water."

He walked to the coffee table, picked up the red kettle, poured himself a glass of water, drank it in one gulp, and then began to search for something in his schoolbag.

(End of this chapter)