Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 514: The Man in the Jar
Without the elegance he had at the beginning, the owner of the house looked tired. He arrived much faster than Gao Ming expected, and it was obvious that he had been on guard.

The turbid ice cones turned into sewage, soaking Gao Ming's clothes. When the climber outside the window saw the owner of the house, he began to bang his head against the window. As his skull deformed little by little, cracks appeared on the glass.

The owner of the house turned the gun, then ran into the house and closed the curtains. He stood in the corner and said in a cold voice: "Why did you open the curtains again? Are you looking for death?"

"It wasn't me. I felt very cold after falling asleep just now. When I opened my eyes, I saw an icicle falling towards my eye! The snowman is in my house! It wants to kill me!" Gao Ming's eyes were red and his hands were stained with dirty water. When he wanted to get close to the owner of the house, the owner pointed the gun directly at Gao Ming.

"Stand still! If you come any closer I'll shoot!"

"The snowman should still be here! It didn't escape!" Gao Ming took a step back, his tone very affirmative.

"I know." The owner smelled a strong fishy smell in the room. The whole house seemed to be soaked in the water of East Lake. "Go to the kitchen and bring the brazier over, and bring some dry firewood!"

"It seems the kitchen has run out of firewood."

"Then go cut new ones!"

Gao Ming hurried out of the house, but before he reached the first floor, the sound of chopping wood came from the kitchen, which was very loud and could not be hidden at all. Fortunately, the owner of the house was squatting to watch the snowman and did not leave Room 2009.

"Does that guy want to take this opportunity to kill the snowman completely?" The owner of the house's hunting rifle is very special. Any ghosts and monsters shot by it seem to be scared to death, but he probably doesn't have many bullets.

In just a dozen seconds, Gao Ming ran to the kitchen. Wood chips were flying in the room. Zhi Ge took off his coat and swung the axe with both hands. His muscles swelled twice as much, and the sweat on his body evaporated into water vapor, as if he was shrouded in a layer of white mist. The idiot next to him was as thin as a stick, but his strength was no less than Zhi Ge, and his body was filled with a dangerous Yin energy.

The two of them worked together and chopped the wooden door open in less than half a minute.

"Don't go in yet!" Gao Ming imitated the owner of the house and put the lit kerosene lamp into the cellar. The flame went out instantly, and it seemed as if a man-eating beast was hiding in the dark cellar.

After trying several times, the oil lamp finally started to burn normally, and Gao Ming and Qian Jin jumped into it one after another.

The cellar was L-shaped and much larger than anyone had imagined. Pickled cabbages and radishes were placed around the outside, and large jars gave off a strange smell.

The temperature got lower the further inside one went. Gao Ming was fine, but Qian Jin clearly felt dizzy and had waves of nausea.

"Hurry up!" Raorao urged from above the cellar. Qian Jin gritted his teeth and walked in front of Gao Ming. He touched the waterproof wall of the cave and walked forward a few meters with the help of the light from the oil lamp.

The cellars were dug out from beneath the estate, and there was something odd about the smell at the deepest point.

"The fermented rice wine and pickled vegetables seem to be intended to cover up the smell inside." Qian Jin raised the oil lamp and opened the large jar placed innermost. A faint stench rushed into his nostrils.

He saw a twisted dead sheep in the vat, the meat had been cut and marinated with a lot of salt and spices.

"Can meat be stored in a cellar?" Qian Jin had never heard of this before. Puzzled, he opened several other large vats. The stench in the cellar became stronger and stronger. Just as he was covering his nose and preparing to retreat, Gao Ming opened the last large vat. The air suddenly became a little cooler. Gao Ming and Qian Jin looked into the vat and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

What was pickled in the large vat was not beef or mutton, but a headless male corpse. He looked thin and pitiful, not very tall, and should be around twenty years old.

Judging from the physical features alone, he is exactly the same as the nightmare master who was lying on the hospital bed in the underground laboratory of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical before Gao Ming and the others entered the nightmare!
"He is the master of nightmares!"

In the previous mid-level nightmare, the little girl was trapped in the house. The owner of this mid-level nightmare was in an even more miserable situation. Until now, Gao Ming has not seen the other person's face.

"Is this the body the snowman is looking for?" Gao Ming saw a muddy face in the ice cone. That face was similar to his brother in the photo. He made a bold guess: "My brother's body was separated and hidden in the cellar. His head was pressed on the snowman. Is this the truth?"

"What should we do now?" Qian Jin was a little disappointed. The three-person team opened the door to find a way out of the nightmare. They didn't care what happened in the nightmare at all. They just wanted to ask Yongsheng Pharmaceutical for money after leaving. They were professional nightmare hunters.

Gao Ming put his hand into the vat, not afraid of dirtying his clothes, and directly carried the headless body out: "Find a piece of cloth to cover it, we will move it to another place."

"Are you crazy?" Qian Jin looked at Gao Ming in disbelief as he carried the corpse. For Gao Ming, carrying a corpse seemed to be a common thing.

"Don't waste time!"

The two men worked together to carry the headless corpse out of the cellar. Gao Ming was also stained with some smell, so he was unable to deliver the brazier to the owner of the house.

"Raorao, the owner of the house is waiting for the snowman in 2009. He needs a brazier and dry firewood. Please help me deliver them." Gao Ming did not give Raorao a chance to refuse: "I smell like a corpse. The owner of the house can easily find that everyone has entered the cellar."

Raorao picked up the brazier reluctantly and walked towards the second floor, while the fool picked up the wrapped body and prepared to send the body out through the main door. But what no one expected was that the owner of the house suddenly appeared on the corridor on the second floor at this time. He had a cold look in his eyes, as if he was looking for Gao Ming.

"The brazier and firewood are here." Raorao looked at the owner of the house with some disgust.

"Where is your partner?" The owner of the house pointed at the dark muzzle of his gun, like a devil ready to devour anyone.

"Hide in the room on the first floor."

"Really? Come with me into the room and light the brazier. I took you in and treated you to a delicious meal. Now it's your turn to repay me." The owner of the house pushed Raorao into 2009. He glanced at the dark hall on the first floor with a terrifying look in his eyes. It was unknown what he was planning.

The brazier was lit, and Raorao stood beside the fire. The owner of the house forced her to change into her adoptive mother's clothes when she was alive, and asked her to sing a strange song.

A special melody echoed in the manor. Water stains began to appear on the cracked wall of Room 2009, and a human figure was vaguely visible.

The singing spread into the winter night. Something unexpected happened on the fourth floor, where no one was around. The metal fence was hit by some force. Two skinny arms were waving outwards in the darkness. A red skirt was dragged on the dusty ground. The twisted and deformed body was stained with blood, as if it was being squeezed out of the fence bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)