Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 534: Return Progress Percent
The village hidden under the garbage valley is full of gloom. It seems to be forgotten by the world and is a place where ghosts gather.

The big white lanterns hanging on the door, the paper money everywhere and the bowls and chopsticks placed at the door for offerings all indicate that this village does not welcome living people.

A squeaking sound was heard, and something like a mouse crawled quickly over the eaves and drilled into the upside-down black pipes.

A moment later, a villager dressed in butcher's clothes walked out of the old house next door. His body was covered in blood and oil, his head was shaking uncontrollably, his spine was crooked, one of his legs was amputated and replaced with a cheap prosthesis.

Noticing the butcher coming, Lao Cao and the other two immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. However, Gao Ming looked at the butcher unscrupulously, as if he wanted to find some clues from him.

"A Chong, let you pass." The butcher's voice was very unpleasant, as if there was a razor blade stuck in his throat. He looked like he couldn't even hold the knife steadily, but Gao Ming felt it was very dangerous, as if he had seen a ghost in a nightmare.

The butcher walked tremblingly in front and led a few people around in the village. Creepy noises kept coming out from those seemingly ordinary houses, as if they were cages for wild beasts, which would be irritated as long as someone passed by.

Arriving at the side of the Fu Family Ancestral Hall, the butcher knocked on the wooden door three times and muttered something. The old door opened automatically and a strong smell of medicine wafted out from the dark room.

The butcher stood outside and motioned for the others to go in.

The situation in Fujia Village completely overturned Gao Ming's perception of reality. It seemed like a corner that preserved evidence of the crimes of time. He slowly walked into the house, and the scene he saw made his eyelids twitch slightly.

Deep in the dark room, there was a pool filled with sticky liquid. A man with wounds all over his body sat in it. He looked thin and vulnerable, but his eyes were so sharp and cruel that people dared not look at him.

"Brother Chong!" Lao Cao and the bearded man bowed their heads respectfully. "The young man who came with the job advertisement has been brought here."

"Yeah." Touching the wound with his fingers, Brother Chong in the pool had a dazed look in his eyes and couldn't help scratching the blood scab. He enjoyed the feeling of the blood flowing out and he longed for pain. This morbid mentality had penetrated deep into his bones and was incurable.

Looking at Gao Ming with eyes filled with abuse, Brother Chong said calmly: "Who gave you the job advertisement?"

Gao Ming admitted that Brother Chong gave him a strong sense of oppression, and that kind of tyrannical aura was very terrifying, but strangely, he really didn't feel a trace of fear in his heart, as if he had seen many lunatics who were more cruel than Brother Chong.

“You won’t tell me?” The wound on Brother Chong’s face and the corner of his upturned mouth split open at the same time, making it hard to tell whether he was a human or a ghost. “Lao Cao, give him the dream interpreter.”

The bald man dug out a relatively intact metal helmet from the metal "junk" piled up in the corner. He looked at Brother Chong with a bit of reluctance and said, "Are you sure you want to use it? This thing has some serious side effects."

"If he doesn't tell us, then we'll find out on our own." Fatty Zhang Zhan was afraid that Brother Chong would be angry, so he came over to help. He also took the time to give Gao Ming a wink, hoping that Gao Ming would cooperate.

The dream interpreter at the Molten Waste Treatment Plant is very similar to the brain test device at Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, but the configuration is much different. It seems to be assembled from various discarded parts, like a torture device. The moment Gao Ming put on the dream interpreter, he felt severe pain. The small workshop used very strong materials and did not consider the life and death of the tester at all. Gao Ming's will also fell into confusion in an instant. The memory scenes that he had recalled one after another since he woke up were forcibly awakened, and the instrument seemed to want to piece them together into a whole.

A car accident during the Ghost Festival, a tunnel filled with corpses, and flesh and blood seeds that madly absorbed shadows and negative emotions...

The heart was beating to a certain melody, and the bloodstains beneath Gao Ming's skin became brighter and brighter, as if something was about to drill out of his chest!
Different emotions and personalities gathered in the mind, which was not something that one person could possess. It was as if countless different living people had injected their last obsession before death into a person's body. They were constantly tearing apart Gao Ming's will, but would not truly destroy it, as if they were a heavy hammer hitting cast iron, forging the body of a god with fire and blood.

The dream interpreter wanted to restore Gao Ming's nightmare, but the progress bar was getting slower and slower. When it reached 9%, all the data indicator lights on the instrument began to flash. The memory fragments in Gao Ming's mind also merged under the uninterrupted stimulation, and slowly pieced together an outline.

It was as if he turned back inadvertently and saw thirteen endless blood cities, one of which seemed to be a huge tomb with his name on it.

"Oh!"

The dream interpreter stopped working completely, and blood flowed down Gao Ming's forehead. He opened his eyes and saw the last number displayed by the dream interpreter - ten percent.

"I only recovered 10% of my memory?" Gao Ming took off the dream interpreter and did not wipe the blood off his face. He stared at the others in the dark room: "Are you satisfied now?"

"Go change another one." Brother Chong was lying in the pool, his wound twisting under the moisture of the unknown liquid.

"It's not our dream interpreter that has a problem, it's this kid's brain that's abnormal." Lao Cao picked up the broken dream interpreter and wanted to decipher Gao Ming's nightmare, but just as he connected it to his instrument, all the pipes near the ancestral hall and even the dusty and wordless positions on the altar began to tremble. He quickly stopped and said, "Brother Chong, I think Gao Ming can bring a recruitment advertisement here, it should be Huang Ying..."

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“Shut up!” Brother Chong shouted fiercely, not wanting Lao Cao to reveal more information about Huang Ying. With a murderous look in his eyes, he slowly stood up from the pool: “The old ghosts in the next room didn’t smell any bad odor from you. You should not be from the Eternal Life Pharmaceutical Company, or they don’t know what happened to you.”

"Does the person who made the Eternal Life Pharmacy smell bad?"

"Yes, all the subjects who have participated in the experiment with a level 5 confidentiality clearance have been soaked in a nutrient box. Their minds have been put into a nightmare, and only a very few can wake up." Brother Chong put on the clothes next to him and opened the curtain of the dark room. The various instruments inside clearly displayed Gao Ming's various data and information. In just a few minutes, they have investigated all of Gao Ming's experiences in reality: "Those half-dead old ghosts are urging me to invite you."

Waving his arms irritably, Brother Chong seemed to be trying to drive away the sounds around his ears. He looked crazy, as if he could talk to something that ordinary people could not see.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the other side of Xinhu and let you know what ugly and dirty things are hidden under this bright and beautiful surface."

(End of this chapter)