Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 495 Deal
"My memory of that world is very vague. I only know that I died there many times. There are many people there who are very important to me. No, I don't know if they are alive or not." Gao Ming was a little incoherent: "The living and the ghosts seem to be reversed. All the strange talks and horror stories have become true. There is darkness, death, and heavy rain..."

Gao Ming's mumbling attracted the attention of the voice in the intercom. He listened to Gao Ming's words very carefully and seemed very surprised.

"From your description, it seems that the place is very similar to the deep world, but not exactly the same. You seem to have reached the edge of a nightmare. It's just that when you took the last step, you chose reality at the fork in the road instead of jumping into the abyss." The voice on the walkie-talkie knew a lot of things, and his analysis made Gao Ming feel that it made sense.

"How can I go back into that nightmare?"

"It's difficult. At least I can't help you now unless you can find my sealed brain in the laboratory of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical." The voice calling itself No. 2 in the intercom threw a bait to Gao Ming: "If you are willing to try, you can put this intercom against your chest. It can enter other dreams with you, and I will help you through it."

There is no free lunch in the world, and most goodwill comes with a hidden price. Gao Ming knows this truth, but he is still willing to try.

Gao Ming opened his coat and placed the intercom against his chest: "Deal."

"Aren't you afraid that I'm lying to you? Aren't you worried that the giant Yongsheng Pharmaceutical will retaliate against you?" Gao Ming's decisiveness surprised the voice in the intercom. It even began to wonder what Gao Ming had experienced in his nightmare.

"I don't completely believe you, but this does not conflict with helping you. All I need is an answer." The confusion in Gao Ming's eyes had disappeared.

"What a special guy." The voice on the intercom was smiling: "The founder of the Magic City Lunatic Asylum is called Tang Ling. The top management of Yongsheng Pharmaceuticals does not know what she has done. If you encounter troubles that cannot be solved, you can go to her. Well, it's time for you to leave. Remember to take the little devil in the toilet away."

"Wait a minute, I still have a question that I haven't figured out." Gao Ming stood still: "The Magic City Lunatic Asylum is divided into two parts. The outside is the body area, and the core is the soul area. Am I entering the soul area now? And is this your nightmare? Or is it someone else's nightmare?"

"This is Tang Ling's nightmare. The Eternal Life Pharmaceutical Laboratory in her mind looks like this. As for my nightmare, no one in Xinhu can restore it, and no one dares to simulate it." The voice in the intercom had a hint of fatigue, as if it had said too many words today and consumed too much energy.

Through the description of that voice, Gao Ming had an idea of ​​its strength in its heyday, but he still couldn't figure out what the other party was. A living person? An intelligent computer? A ghost? It looked like both, but also like none.

Leaving the heart classroom, Gao Ming saw the corridor collapsing and a force was madly repelling him.

Running to the restroom, Gao Ming pushed open the door of cubicle number three and said, "Get ready to go!"

Grabbing the toilet doctor's arm, Gao Ming wanted to run out, but was dragged back by the toilet doctor instead. His body seemed to be crushed by the dream, and intense pain came from all over.

Gao Ming suddenly opened his eyes and found himself still lying in the test chamber. Donggua and two staff members were anxiously patting the outer shell of the test chamber.

"It's okay, it's okay." Gao Ming pushed open the protective shell, surprised why so many people gathered here.

"The experience is over! Our equipment malfunctioned. The tickets will be refunded in full, and we deeply apologize for the trouble caused to you." The oldest staff member finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Gao Ming was fine.

"Something went wrong?" Gao Ming looked at the test chamber: "Are you referring to this hidden room?"

"There are only two normal dream potions. I don't know who put an extra bottle of red one to avoid surveillance." Donggua didn't see the crazy eyes of other staff members and told the truth directly. "Sorry, you triggered a very rare easter egg this time." Two staff members pulled Donggua behind them: "The probability of triggering is only about 1%, so we rarely rehearse the plot of this branch line. In addition, Donggua is not very experienced since he just came here, so there are some minor problems."

The staff didn't explain it clearly at all, but just put the blame on the newcomer Donggua.

Looking at the aggrieved Donggua, Gao Ming said calmly: "I don't think there is anything wrong with this little girl. She crawled on the ground for an hour with all her heart. Instead, it's your equipment that needs to be re-inspected."

Donggua didn't expect Gao Ming to speak for him. He raised his head pitifully, as if he had found his backbone.

"I don't want to pursue anything, and there's no need to refund the tickets. Let's continue the story." Gao Ming sat up from the test cabin. He clearly felt that there was something extra in his clothes. He looked down and saw that it was a walkie-talkie covered in blood. There were several old newspapers pasted on his back, and each newspaper reported a homicide.

"The other tourist has left, so our show has ended early. We will refund you the original price of the ticket." The two staff members kept apologizing and tidied Gao Ming's clothes. After all, he was covered in artificial plasma.

How dare they mention the plot now? They just hope Gao Ming won’t complain about them.

The other tourists spilled their blood on Gao Ming, who had just scared the group of tourists out of their wits. Both sides were hurt, and it would be very troublesome if one of them really wanted to settle the dispute.

"Okay then." Gao Ming grabbed the newspaper on his back, pretended to use it to wipe the blood, and held it in his hand.

All the lights were turned on, and Gao Ming walked out of the Magic City Lunatic Asylum under the escort of the staff.

As soon as Gao Ming, whose cheeks and hair were stained with blood, appeared, all the tourists who were still resting outside became alert. They simply could not connect Gao Ming in front of them with the madman crawling on the wall in front of the dean's office.

"Did the Magic City Lunatic Asylum ask for outside help?" Origami's legs were still shaking. He was the person closest to Gao Ming and was nearly scared to death.

Without asking for any compensation, Gao Ming walked towards the elevator. The clerk at the Ninth Sensory Experience Hall might have waited too long and had already left.

Back on the seventh floor, as soon as the elevator door opened, Gao Ming heard the familiar voice of the young lady.

"Why did you get yourself so embarrassed? It's hard to get high marks from your boss like this." The female clerk threw away the baseball cap, and her beautiful black hair fell on her shoulders, covering the strange "tattoo" on her neck.

"I found the person you asked me to find." Gao Ming handed the old newspapers to the female clerk: "His will was trapped in the dream. He should have come out with me, but I didn't see him when I woke up."

After taking the newspaper, the female clerk glanced at it briefly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly: "It seems that I need an extra helper."

(End of this chapter)