Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 510 The monster behind the door
"Don't look at it, it won't open at all. We've tried everything." Qian Jin hurried over and finally caught up with Gao Ming: "Don't make too much noise during the day. If the owner of the house finds out, he might kill you all."

"I doubt that even the three of you old players combined would be brave enough to do anything." Xu De curled his lips and said, "You were hiding in the house last night, not daring to do anything. Do you want to live here forever?"

"I don't want to waste my time talking to you." Qian Jin put his hand on Gao Ming's shoulder: "Brother, Zhi Ge and I have a plan and hope you can join us. If there are no problems with our cooperation this time, we can team up as a team of four in the future."

Qian Jin saw the potential in Gao Ming and extended an olive branch to him.

"what's the plan?"

"It's not that difficult." Qian Jin's voice became very low. "This iron door can't be broken open, but room 3009 and the cellar both have wooden doors. I would like you to attract the owner's attention after nightfall, so that we can buy time to break open those two doors."

"How long will it take?" Gao Ming frowned.

Qian Jin looked at the idiot, who was much stronger than an ordinary person, as if he was looking at a "treasure", but he knew that the idiot seemed to only listen to orders from the high-ranking officials: "If Zhi Ge and the idiot cooperate, they can definitely split the wooden door with an axe within a minute."

"Are we going to risk our lives to delay for one minute?" Xu De rolled his eyes.

"Little gangster, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak. Just lie there like a lying dog." Qian Jin smiled and glanced at Xu Deyi, not taking the other person seriously at all.

"The snowman hasn't been found yet. It will definitely take action tonight. Perhaps we can use it and the climbers to delay time." Gao Ming made a very dangerous suggestion.

"Is it so crazy?" Qian Jin hesitated. "Aren't you afraid of messing up? Being chased by the owner of the house and the ghost at the same time?"

"I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well die heroically." Gao Ming leaned forward. His five senses were enhanced in the nightmare. Through the iron door, he seemed to hear a faint low breathing sound: "Bai Huang said that she spent the night in the woodshed last night and then went to East Lake. I suspect that she may have communicated with the things in this strange house. Maybe she knows something."

"She thinks highly of you. Perhaps you can try to convince her to join us." Qian Jin looked at the snow melting in his palms. "After dinner, go back to the room and knock on the door three times as a signal to meet us."

"it is good."

After Qian Jin left, Gao Ming asked the fool to take Xu Deyi, who was almost frozen, back to the manor, and he walked towards East Lake alone.

The barren hills outside the manor were planted with pine trees, and under the snow was a thick layer of pine needles, making it impossible to see the road at all.

"The sign points this way."

The branches were bent overhead by the snow. After entering the dense forest, the light became layered and mottled, and the temperature dropped sharply.

"what is that?"

After walking about ten meters, Gao Ming saw the child's torn clothes on a pine tree, and a few meters away he found moldy cotton wool and the shriveled face of a rag doll.

"It's so cold, things shouldn't get moldy if left outside. Was this doll brought out from the manor?" Gao Ming lifted up the doll's face and frowned slightly. It was really ugly.

"Who dismembered it and hung it here?" Looking at other pine trees, Gao Ming found the torn left hand of the doll tied to another branch not far away, and the right hand of the doll swaying in the wind farther away. Moving step by step, Gao Ming took off the various parts of the doll's body, cheeks, limbs, and moldy stuffing. He deviated from the road and walked nearly a hundred meters, and finally found a black wig in a tree hole.

When he put the wig on the doll's head, he suddenly felt the corner of his clothes being pulled. He turned his head and saw a little girl who looked like a porcelain doll appeared behind him.

The little girl was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, wrapped tightly, and looked very cute, except that her face and hands were frighteningly white.

"Little girl, is this doll... yours?" Gao Ming handed the assembled doll to the girl. She held it in both hands, staring at the doll's face blankly, as if she was accepting her own soul.

The pale skin slowly regained color, and the girl's empty eyes began to focus. She looked at Gao Ming with alertness at first, and then slowly relaxed.

"Thank you, but I can't show up during the day. It will cause trouble for my brother." The little girl spoke in a low voice and she looked introverted and shy.

"Brother?" Gao Ming squatted down. He had heard the story of the owner of the house, so he subconsciously asked, "Does your brother live in the manor next door?"

The girl nodded slightly.

"Does he like to wear a robe, play the violin, and often carry a shotgun..."

"not him!"

Before Gao Ming could finish his description, the little girl seemed to be frightened and interrupted him with a scream.

The girl held the doll tightly in her arms and lowered her head. Blood was faintly flowing from her arms, lower abdomen and belly. The locations of the wounds were exactly the same as where the doll was torn.

"The one living in the manor is not my brother, but a bad guy. He suddenly appeared and destroyed everything." The little girl seemed unable to bear the pain. She squatted down and told Gao Ming a different story.

"My family and I used to live in that big house. My father was gentle and responsible, and my mother was very beautiful. Although she was not in good health, she still took good care of me and my brother. We were the happiest family." The girl's voice was full of longing. Some memories seemed to bring happiness whenever she recalled them: "This rag doll was also sewed by my mother and given to me."

"Who was so cruel as to tear it into pieces?" Gao Ming was a little curious.

"The manor where my family lives was left by my grandfather. My father and mother transformed it into a resort. The bottom two floors are for guests, and we live on the third floor." The little girl did not answer Gao Ming's question. There was not much emotion in her voice: "As for the fourth floor, when my grandfather was alive, he never let us go in. One time, my brother took me in to play, and my grandfather beat him up when he found out."

"It was probably last winter when my grandpa passed away. My brother went to the fourth floor with my dad to sort out my grandpa's belongings." There was a trace of fear in the girl's eyes: "Later, my dad carried my brother out. He said that my brother seemed to have opened a door on the fourth floor. Although he found it in time and closed it, something still ran out."

"Could it be that the current owner of the manor is the dirty thing that ran out of the door back then?" Gao Ming's eyes flashed with surprise. The little girl's story was completely different from that told by the owner of the mansion.

"Yeah! Everyone's death is related to him!" The blood on the little girl's body was still increasing, and her cute face was becoming more and more scary.

(End of this chapter)