Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 674 Evil Wish
Yan Xizhi's words made Gao Ming at a loss for words. In fact, Yan Xizhi was the "evil spirit" who was least likely to become a dream ghost, and her experience was more legendary than anyone else's.

"To become a dream ghost, it's not just about strength, but also about other things, such as the degree of will concentration, or the replacement of a certain rule." Among the big ghosts that Gao Ming is more familiar with, only Gao Yun, the Flesh and Blood Giant Tree, and Zhang Ding have a chance. They represent group belief, fear, and disaster memory respectively. "With the resources of the vast sea, it can only support nine dream ghosts at most. Assuming that the Investigation Bureau has two dream ghosts, and then count you and me, as well as that mysterious Weird Wish, there won't be many places left."

"It's useless to fight for whether you can become a dream ghost." Yan Xizhi handed Gao Ming a teacher's ID card: "This is a photo of me when I was young. When you get to the Investigation Bureau, just call me."

Turning back to the classroom, Yan Xizhi started teaching again. She stubbornly talked about the courses before the disaster and taught students how to be a real person.

"Let's go to South City. I remember Wang Jie's family's business is over there."

"Okay." A team leader would not ask Gao Ming, he was just like a driver.

The vehicle started and slowly drove out of Hande Private College. The giant flesh-and-blood tree that reached into the sky swayed gently, and thousands of fallen leaves fluttered in the air, as if bidding farewell to Gao Ming.

Thick clouds continued to press down and night fell. It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Gao Ming and a group of team leaders arrived in the south of the city.

The vast ocean in the dark night has lost its former prosperity. Only a few safe areas are brightly lit, and most of the city buildings are swallowed up by darkness, with no light visible.

"Stop! Subject to inspection!" The main road was blocked by guardrails. Several tall men in gray uniforms, holding weapons, stood behind the guardrails.

They are neither from the Investigation Bureau nor ghost story players, but more like privately hired thugs, each of them has strong physical fitness and is very disciplined.

"get off!"

There was a knock on the car window, and a bald man pointed a modified gun at the driver's seat.

"It seems that your Xinhu Security Team is not famous enough." Gao Ming leaned back in his chair: "They asked you to get off the car."

"Every place has its own rules, just follow them." The team leader had a good temper. He turned off the engine, stopped the car, and opened the door.

Two sturdy men took out a complicated testing instrument from their backpacks and roughly covered the heads of the team leaders. After a moment, a mechanical synthesized voice came from the instrument - the mental turbidity was one percent, the shadow corrosion degree was fifteen percent, the brain pollution was zero, and there was no threat of alienation.

After hearing the test results, the men in gray uniforms were visibly relieved, and their tone of voice became lighter: "The one in the passenger seat! Get out of the car and be checked!"

Gao Ming was quite curious about the detection tools in these people's hands. People had developed a lot of new things in order to adapt to disasters.

When Gao Ming was being tested, the bald man noticed the Xinhu Security Department logo on the car, but he still maintained a tough attitude: "It's curfew time now! The main road is closed to traffic. Whether you are here to perform a mission or do other things, you cannot enter the Sixth District of South City without a pass."

The bald man seemed to be the captain. He was about to say a few more words when he suddenly heard an exclamation from behind him.

"The instrument is malfunctioning? Not good!"

Gao Ming hadn't put on the instrument yet, but just held it in his hand. The red light on the instrument began to flash wildly, and the cold mechanical synthesized voice repeated over and over again - severe pollution source detected! Warning! Warning! Mental turbidity is 100%! Shadow corrosion is 100%! Brain pollution? ? ? The back of the instrument could no longer detect anything. This expensive testing equipment was scrapped just by Gao Ming touching it.

"Everyone, be on high alert!"

"Quickly notify the nearest Bureau of Investigation camp!"

"Request support! Quick!"

The aroma of meat wafted in the air, and everyone's hearts began to beat at the same rhythm. Gao Ming said calmly, "Be quiet."

There was complete silence all around, some people were immersed in dreams, some people's consciousness was directly taken away by Gao Ming, and the checkpoint was paralyzed in an instant.

"Is this the power of a dream ghost? It's really terrifying." The team leader pointed to the machine still running in a tent in the distance: "But they still passed the message before their consciousness collapsed. You underestimated their courage."

Even if he became a madman, he would still issue a warning. These people never thought of escaping when they encountered danger. They all risked their lives and stayed at their posts.

"To avoid unnecessary trouble, I suggest you contact Wang Jie. Your old classmate has considerable influence in South City." After seeking Gao Ming's consent, the team leader contacted Wang Jie through the internal communication of the ghost story players.

Only ten minutes later, two modified cars drove up to Gao Ming, the checkpoint was opened from the inside, all roadblocks were removed, and a young man in a suit rushed over in a hurry, his face full of smiles, his ingratiating look formed a contrast with the thickened protective suit on his body.

"The senior from Class 13? The creator of the Dead Water Forum? I've heard of you for a long time!" He looked only slightly older than Wang Jie. "My name is Wang Chou, and I'm Wang Jie's uncle. The old man knows that you're coming to South City, and he asked all of us to cooperate with you in carrying out your mission."

Gao Ming originally thought that it would be Wang Jie who sent someone over, but unexpectedly it was the old man of the Wang family who spoke. Gao Ming had no impression of Mr. Wang. He only knew that he was the chairman of the previous Hanhai Business Standards Committee, and his successor was Situ An.

This man has experienced ups and downs in the business world and has a very keen sense of smell. He is also an expert in controlling risks. Before the disaster broke out, he had already bet on Situ An in advance and had been flirting with the East District Investigation Bureau. Later, while Situ An was in the lead, he quietly took control of half of the South City bureau.

In Hanhai, you have to listen to the orders of the General Investigation Bureau, but in Nancheng, Mr. Wang’s orders are more effective than the rules of the General Investigation Bureau.

"I'm going to see the Dream Ghost in South City. You can't help me, just give me a pass." Gao Ming smiled and looked at Wang Chou: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't give it to me."

His scalp was numb, and Wang Qiu felt that his blood had dropped to zero. He didn't dare to look at Gao Ming's face, and lowered his head and said, "You came to Nancheng to make a wish too?"

"Make a wish?"

"Some people call it a tricky wish, others call it a cursed wish or an evil wish, because those who make a wish to it will have a miserable end. We have tried it many times..." Wang Chou obviously knew something, but the words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say them. He hesitated for a long time until a black jeep with blood-stained tires came from a distance, tearing through the night.

The blood dyed the grey uniform dark black. Wang Jie kicked open the car door, holding a sharp knife in his hand: "I knew that the old man had no good intentions when he suddenly sent me away. How could I let someone else receive my classmate?"

(End of this chapter)