Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 666 This is coming for me

"Group One?" A figure flashed through Gao Ming's mind. Among the security personnel of Xinhu led by Wan Jie, the leader of Group One left the deepest impression on him. That guy looked like an office worker, always in a suit and tie, but he seemed to have never been forced to use his full strength: "I didn't expect him to become a ghost story player."

"There are many things you can't imagine. It is said that there are ghosts who have not lost their memories of their previous lives joining the ghost story players to help us fight the shadows. This is much better than the Investigation Bureau. The Investigation Bureau only wants to experiment with slavery and control. If I become a ghost, I will also choose the ghost story players." The little boy seemed not to have communicated with others like this for a long time. The cleaning company was affiliated with the Investigation Bureau, and usually no one dared to discuss the ghost story players with him openly.

The old lady quietly pulled the little boy several times from behind, signaling him not to tell anything to others.

With gentle eyes, Gao Ming wanted to laugh because of the little boy's amusement. The disaster did not make the child afraid, and the departure of his relatives did not make him depressed. Gao Ming only saw the fearless light in his eyes. Perhaps this was the meaning of Gao Ming's return to the vast sea.

There are many citizens like the little boy and they should not be abandoned.

What the Investigation Bureau cannot do will be done by Gao Ming. This city is terminally ill and must be treated as soon as possible to remove all lesions.

After a few more exchanges, Gao Ming gained limited information from these ordinary cleaners. They had no access to deep secrets and it was difficult for them to see the truth. If he wanted to find out the current situation in Hanhai, he would need to contact the ghost story players.

"This is the ward. There may be ghosts hiding in every building. It's very dangerous. How about we send you back to the safe area?" The little boy didn't have any ulterior motives and thought Gao Ming didn't look like a bad person, so he invited him.

As soon as he said this, the old lady and the man surnamed Qi's faces changed. The old lady pulled the boy behind her, and the man surnamed Qi said with embarrassment: "I'm sorry, the cleaning vehicle belongs to the company, and there are monitoring and detection equipment installed inside. If you bring outsiders on the vehicle, it will trigger an alarm."

"Just go back by yourselves. Someone will come to pick me up." Gao Ming reached into his pocket and suddenly remembered that his cell phone was destroyed by the ghost fetus: "Do you have a cell phone or a communicator? Can I make a call?"

The man surnamed Qi and the old lady didn't believe at all that anyone would come to the ward to pick up a high-ranking life. Only the families of the big shots in Hanhai could receive such treatment.

Looking at Gao Ming's outstretched hand, the man surnamed Qi hesitated for a moment, then took out a worn-out mobile phone from the pocket of his protective suit: "I found this on a corpse a few days ago. It's still usable. I'll give it to you."

"Thank you." Gao Ming took the phone and thought of something else: "By the way, are there any landmark buildings nearby that are easy to find? As for the danger, you don't have to worry about it."

The man surnamed Qi thought Gao Ming was really good at pretending, but he didn't dare to show it: "Walk a little further east and you will find Hanhai City Plaza, which is considered a famous building in the West District. It is said that the opening ceremony of the sea was held there a long time ago."

After logging into the Dead Water Forum, Gao Ming entered his administrator account and sent a message to Fan, asking him to find someone to come to the Hanhai City Plaza as soon as possible.

When the cleaning staff nearby noticed that Gao Ming's mind was not on him, he immediately pulled the little boy back, got back into the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

"You are really careful."

Picking up the phone, Gao Ming walked towards the square that had been abandoned due to the disaster with a faint smile on his face.

……

The little boy in the cleaning car leaned against the window and looked out worriedly. Gao Ming was walking alone in a certain direction. "Uncle Qi, are we really not going to take him with us? There is no way he can survive in the ward alone. If he is accidentally infected with the curse, he will die miserably."

"You also know that you will die miserably after being cursed?" Uncle Qi said sternly, "The survivors in the ward are all pale and thin, tortured by inner fear day and night, and on the verge of madness. How can he look like a survivor?"

"Yes, if he is not a ghost story player who came to carry out a mission, then he must have been replaced by a ghost." The old lady was also very nervous just now, and her heartbeat has not yet returned to normal.

“But I don’t think he is a bad guy. The look in his eyes is different from those who were replaced.” The little boy’s voice became weaker and weaker. In this small team, he had almost no say.

"You can't tell who is good or bad. I can be kind, but I can't gamble our three lives on it." The man drove very fast. About forty minutes later, they were almost at the camp. Suddenly, the in-car communication made a beeping sound. They received the latest mission instructions from the company.

"Attention all cleanup personnel with numbers starting with A4, stop working! Stop working immediately! Return to the nearest camp to take shelter! I repeat! All cleanup personnel with numbers starting with A4, stop working immediately!"

"The number starts with A4? West District Cha Nan, Times Technology Park, and City Plaza Shopping Center all start with A4. What happened near us?" It was the first time the little boy received an emergency notification warning after joining the cleaning team.

Uncle Qi's eyebrows were almost twisted into a rope. He pressed the button on the communicator and asked for instructions many times, but got no response.

"Let's go back to the camp first." The vehicle drove through the deserted wasteland and entered a camp converted from a car factory. There were not only people from major companies but also experimental personnel from the Investigation Bureau. The person in charge of the camp was named Wei. He was once the director of a laboratory of the General Administration and wore a white ring-shaped communicator.

"Old Huang, do you know what happened in the West District?" After sending the vehicle for disinfection, Uncle Qi took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to the staff on duty: "We received a notice to return immediately."

"It's you who can go out freely who can find good stuff." Old Huang is a smoker in his fifties with yellow teeth. He is not tall, but he is very energetic. "I don't know the details, but it seems to be related to that group of ghost story players."

"A player of strange stories?"

"Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with them. They're like a group of high locusts converging towards the West District from all directions. Their target seems to be Hanhai City Square." Old Huang opened the cigarette box, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then put it into his shirt pocket with satisfaction.

"Hanhai City Plaza..."

"Oh!"

The camp gate was shut tightly, the guards on all sides were on high alert, and the investigators from the West District Bureau were extremely busy. They couldn't figure out what the ghost story players had found in the ward they were in charge of.
In the office, Director Wei stared at the screen with a serious expression. The Investigation Bureau agreed to cooperate with the ghost story players, on the condition that the ghost story players would register their identity information with the Bureau so that the Bureau could have a general grasp of their movements.

Now, flashing spots of light appeared on Director Wei's screen, and the number had exceeded the upper limit of the collective ghost story task.

"Their target...could it be me?"

(End of this chapter)