Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 415: The family I can only see when I go crazy

His eyelids twitched and the middle-aged man tried his best to remain calm. He glanced uncertainly behind Gao Ming.

That's right, his child came home with a woman who was broken in every sense of the word.

An unexpected situation occurred and the middle-aged man's mind raced, but he couldn't think of his next line.

The sound of chopping meat came from the kitchen. Mom was urging him to do it, but the middle-aged man opened his mouth and could only utter two words: "Come in?"

Gao Ming, wearing a school uniform, stood at the door. He listened to his father's familiar tone and felt dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the rainy night when he returned home from a high school field trip. He walked into the house in a daze, feeling overly stimulated and frightened.

Holding the woman's wrist, Gao Ming entered the rental house. Everything here was no different from when he left. It was as if time had been frozen.

"Why did you come to see me all of a sudden?" Gao Ming stood under the light, listening to the sound of cooking in the kitchen and looking at his father whose facial expression was completely stiff.
No one who had entered the house before had said this. For the middle-aged man in the rental house, this was also a brand new "line".

"We called you more than ten times but no one answered. We were worried, so we thought of coming to see you." Many of the middle-aged man's actions have become muscle memory. He unconsciously wanted to take Gao Ming's schoolbag, but when he stretched out his hand, he found that Gao Ming did not bring a schoolbag.

Knowledge replaced by a female ghost?
"Give me your dirty clothes." The middle-aged man thought quickly: "How can you wear clothes like this when you are old? They are all wrinkled, just like you were on the battlefield."

"It's okay, I'll wash it myself." Gao Ming looked at his father silently. The face in his memory overlapped with the reality. The man in front of him was different from those fathers and mothers outside who were entangled in curses. He was very special.

However, in the world of the Future God, Gao Ming didn't dare to speak easily, let alone waver in his heart. He had lost too many things to get here, and he must not let the Future God find any flaws.

The middle-aged man was a little confused by the rejection of Gao Ming. The previous Gao Mings were more like puppets, very obedient to their parents' words, like puppets without souls. Although the Gao Ming in front of him behaved strangely and his tone was different from the Gao Ming he remembered, the middle-aged man felt that this Gao Ming was more real.

He didn't play anyone, just like an actor who finally returned home after performing hard on the stage. In this place, he didn't need to play anyone, he just had to be himself.

A special dish was being cooked in the kitchen. Gao Ming's mother's spoon was about to smoke, but the middle-aged man began to hesitate.

Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, the middle-aged man slowly moved his gaze to the "woman" next to Gao Ming: "Your classmate?"

Gao Ming shook his head. He didn't know how to explain it.

"Girlfriend?" The middle-aged man's face turned dark. Regardless of whether Gao Ming was replaced or not, it was somewhat abnormal for him to do such a thing.

After hearing the middle-aged man ask the word "girlfriend", the woman felt a little embarrassed. She shook off Gao Ming's hand and slightly tilted her broken cheek, on which were still vaguely facial features similar to "Xuan Wen".

Generally, when describing a shy girl, people would say that her cheeks are like ripe apples, tender and red. However, when looking at a woman's face, the only words that come to a middle-aged man's mind are blood spurting and flesh and bones blurring.

"She is my friend." Gao Ming said seriously, "She helped me a lot."

The middle-aged man frowned and glanced at Gao Ming who was wearing a school uniform. He didn't even know if this situation could be considered premature love.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man tried his best to adjust his breathing. He kept telling himself in his heart - anyway, this Gao Ming was fake, it was forged, even if he had a child with a ghost, it had nothing to do with me.

So many fake high-level people have been killed, this one is not a big deal, there is no need to be angry. Thinking this way, the middle-aged man still felt a little uncomfortable. The other high-level people who came in were trying their best to become normal. Although their goals were bad, they at least tried very hard. The high-level person in front of him had nothing to do with normality from the beginning, which made him want to grab the other person's ears and force him to take the right path.

"I'll go to the kitchen to serve the dishes. You take your friend to wash your hands..." The middle-aged man glanced at the woman's bloody palm and said, "Forget it. There are bandages and disposable gloves in the cupboard."

Shaking his head, the middle-aged man looked majestic, but was actually very soft-hearted. He lifted the kitchen curtain and walked straight in. Gao Ming, who was sitting in the living room, could vaguely hear the conversation coming from the kitchen.

"How about changing a few dishes?"

"what happened?"

"Your son brought his friends back this time." The middle-aged man's voice was low and conflicted.

"What does the girl look like? What does her family do?" Gao Ming's mother, who had been calm, suddenly became interested and couldn't help asking.

"She looks quite open-minded. I don't know what her family does. I'm just giving you a heads-up so you don't get scared later."

"So powerful?"

"Cooking, cooking."

The chat in the kitchen was very warm. The figures of Dad and Mom were reflected on the kitchen curtain. Gao Ming's eyes gradually softened.

He recalled some things that happened when he was a child. His father was usually very serious, busy with work, and hated things that were not neat and tidy. But he, who always had a stern face, found a dying kitten at a bus stop one day. His father took off his suit, held the kitten against his chest and took it to the veterinary hospital. He was completely soaked, but the kitten's fur was somewhat dried by the warmth.

My mother has a good personality and has a good relationship with all the neighbors. She looks weak, but one time when she was fishing with my father near the reservoir, she saw a child fall into the water and she jumped in to save the child without hesitation.

Gao Ming's father and mother would occasionally quarrel, but in Gao Ming's eyes, it seemed that as long as they were together, no difficulties were considered difficult.

"Did the Future God ask the Goblins to play the roles? Or... were they really them?"

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, and not long after, Gao Ming's mother came out with a plate of food. She lifted the curtain with a smile on her face, and when her eyes moved to the woman next to Gao Ming, the smile froze on her face.

This girl is really open-minded, and you can almost see her brain through her face.

The female ghost who was forced by the future god to play the role of "lover" also noticed Gao Ming's mother's reaction. She lowered her head quietly. Xuan Wen's skin had been broken, and this was her.

"Come and have dinner! You didn't even answer the phone. Do you know how worried your dad and I are about you?" Gao Ming's mother untied her apron and pulled Gao Ming up from the sofa. Then she looked at the woman who was lowering her head.

Her expression was complicated and conflicted, and finally Gao Ming's mother took the woman's hand: "Your child, your life before... must have been very hard."

(End of this chapter)