Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 507 Dreams Come True
Fish only appear at night. The man's meaning was very clear. He hoped that Gao Ming could leave the manor in the middle of the night and brave the snowstorm to go to the most dangerous East Lake.

Not to mention the wild beasts and the weird snowman that might be encountered on the road, the strong winds, blizzards and complicated road conditions alone were a huge problem for Gao Ming. Even the experienced Bai Huang had to get through during the day.

"I won't force you to do anything for me. I'm just telling you what happened to me. Frankly speaking, I want you to be safe more than you do." The man saw Gao Ming's hesitation, and there was a hint of melancholy in his beautiful eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

“Do you still remember the climbers I told you about? If they had listened to me and stayed in the manor honestly, they would not have encountered any danger. As a result, now they have all turned into strange creatures and come back, making my manor more and more dangerous.” The man’s words were helpless, and what he said actually made sense.

"The manor itself is weird enough, and you outsiders keep coming here to cause trouble. You don't listen to anything I say until you meet with misfortune, and then you make this place even more dangerous."

"Can we live in peace as long as we listen to what you say?" Gao Ming said this to divert the man's attention. He keenly caught the name used by the man in his words - outsiders.

The man had been calling them tourists before, but the wording changed just now. I don’t know if he let it slip or if he said it wrong.

"It was possible before, but now I'm not sure. If you don't want to go back to the room, you can follow me. I will prove to you everything I said." The man seemed to have no ill intentions. He just wanted to wait in the manor until the winter was over and spring came.

After adding dry wood to the stove, the man's body regained warmth. He picked up the shotgun again and said, "Will you stay here or go around with me?"

Without waiting for Gao Ming's reply, the man walked out of room 3003 carrying an oil lamp. When he passed the passage leading to the fourth floor, he bowed inside and said, "After winter is over, I will let you out, or I will come and reunite with you."

"Reunion? Are you going to lock yourself up on the fourth floor too?" Gao Ming also followed the man with a lamp in his hand.

“There are many ways to reunite in this world, and there are even ways that are more intimate than being together, like you in me and I in you.” Before the man finished his words, there was a sudden sound from the kitchen, as if a plate was broken.

Raising his shotgun, the man quickly ran to the first floor and used the muzzle of his gun to push open the kitchen door.

The bowls and chopsticks used by several testers were still on the table. One of the bowls had fallen to the ground. Judging from its position, it should be Bai Huang's bowl. In addition to the fragments, there was also splashed chicken soup on the ground.

Quickening his pace, the man came to the window. The reinforced window was not opened and the latch was intact: "Didn't come in through the window?"

"There must be something wrong with the kitchen chimney." Gao Ming squatted in front of the stove. The ashes were wet and there were still some ice chips on them, as if a soaking wet child had crawled out from here.

Looking inside, I saw that the draft fan and wind cap were all damaged, as if someone had been hitting them repeatedly with an ice pick.

"The inside of the stove is all wet, and I can see snow in the flue. It will probably affect my cooking tomorrow." Gao Ming's face was also covered with a little carbon ash.

"You are so optimistic. You are still thinking about cooking?" The man clenched his shotgun. "I suspect that the Yeti came in. The Yeti who kidnapped my brother!"

Veins bulged on the back of the man's hands, and his eyes were like the East Lake under the ice, deep and chilling.

The sound of boots hitting the hardwood floor sounded like the rapid sound of a piano. The man held up a headlamp and chased the remaining water stains on the floor: "I'm going to catch it and break its head open!" The pocket watch ticked, and everything seemed to be moving faster. The water stains on the ground were concentrated in the northeast corner of the kitchen, which was one of the entrances to the cellar. It was sealed with thick wooden boards and a big lock on it.

"You stay here." The man lifted up his thick robe and took out a bunch of keys from his waist. The four keys were about ten centimeters long, made of special materials, and carved with beautiful patterns. There were four strange words written on them: pain, sorrow, resentment, and hatred.

Finding the key with the word "pain" written on it, the man opened the entrance to the cellar. He placed the oil lamp on the downward steps and waited for a few seconds before going down.

Out of curiosity, Gao Ming also wanted to get closer, but just as he was about to go down, the man returned the same way: "The snowman is not in there, it should have gone somewhere else."

After locking the cellar door, the man put away the four keys. His expression was obviously different from before. No one knew what he saw, and he trotted out of the kitchen.

Holding the shotgun, the black muzzle facing the dark hall: "Help me hold the light."

"Okay." Gao Ming picked up the oil lamp and shone it on the water stains on the ground. The man held the gun in both hands, and the two ran in the manor one after the other. They walked up the stairs to the second floor, and it seemed like they were being spied on by something in the dark.

"The water stain extends all the way to the end of the corridor, and it seems to stay outside each door for a while." Gao Ming had already seen the scene in his mind: a huge snowman with bright red lips standing outside the door, inserting his fingers into the keyhole, and as the retaining spring bounced, the door was opened little by little.

His face turned pale, and Gao Ming discovered that the last place where the water stains disappeared was his room - 2009.

Water with a foul smell seeped through the cracks in the door, and there were traces of leaves and mud on the door handle and lock.

The man shook the barrel of the gun, signaling Gao Ming to open the door.

Gao Minggang took out the key of Room 2009 and put it into the keyhole when Xu Deyi's screams suddenly came from Room 2002 on the other side of the corridor.

"Not good!" The man and Gao Ming immediately ran to room 2002. Xu Deyi, wrapped in a quilt, happened to open the door and ran out. He was pale and frightened, his lips trembled and he couldn't even utter complete words.
"Is the snowman in your house?"

"No, no, look, the window!" Xu De fell to the ground and pointed his hand into the house.

Looking in the direction Xu De pointed, I saw the idiot standing stupidly beside the bed. The thick curtains were opened by someone, and outside the huge window glass were faces that were frozen and deformed. They were wearing bright mountaineering clothes, with ropes and water plants wrapped around their bodies. Their eyeballs seemed like they would fall out at any time because they had been frozen for too long!
No one knows where they came from, and they seem to be climbing up and will come in when they find windows that are not closed tightly.

The ropes were shaking, the frozen faces were smiling, and they were climbing towards Room 2001.

"Oh no! The window of Room 2001 is broken!" Hearing Gao Ming's shouting, the man didn't bother to blame Xu Deyi for opening the window and rushing straight into Room 2001 against his instructions.

Holding a shotgun, the man was breathing hot air as he pointed the gun at the smashed glass window of 2001!

A gunshot broke the silence of the entire winter night!
(End of this chapter)