Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 695: No Debt

Doing evil can get you rewards, and inspiring the darkness in your heart can give you power. Gao Ming seems to understand why this city is controlled by those evil gangs.

The black thread originates from deep within everyone's heart, absorbing malice and evil thoughts to grow. It can bring changes to ordinary people, but it can also cause people to slowly lose control.

"The medicine that Black Mastiff mentioned before, is it used to suppress the black line? What will happen if the black line completely devours a living person?"

Gao Ming raised his head and glanced out the window. The streets in the second half of the night were eerie and scary, with some blurry figures wandering around, vaguely retaining the shape of humans.

"This shrine world is much more dangerous than I thought."

Gao Ming didn't have the black mastiff's medicine. After he plotted against the two major gangs, the malice in his heart began to grow wildly. The black threads became more and more numerous, constantly attacking his sanity.

"It's still a long way from being out of control, but we still need to take precautions." Gao Ming found a carving knife in the prop room. After disinfecting it with fire and alcohol, he took off his shirt and carved the Blood City Ghost Mark on his chest bit by bit, starting from his heart. "Those gang members have tattoos to a greater or lesser extent. I wonder if their tattoos contain some kind of power? What's the difference between them and ghost marks?"

His chest was covered in blood. When Gao Ming had outlined one-tenth of the Blood City Ghost Pattern, his heartbeat began to accelerate. Some blood-colored threads grew out of the black threads, as if two rules were in conflict within Gao Ming's body.

Gao Ming gritted his teeth and persisted, enduring the intense pain, until the black thread no longer repelled the blood-colored thread.

Gao Ming can control the blood-colored threads, and can also influence the black threads through the blood-colored threads so that they no longer get out of control, but there is still a long way to go before he can control the black threads.

Trying to gather the blood-colored threads in his right hand, Gao Ming threw a punch, and a sound of breaking wind was heard. The force was several times greater than before.

"Using malice and darkness as power is not very friendly to me. Compared to this chaotic world, I am too kind."

The bandage that Jia Youzhi found during the day finally came in handy. After Gao Ming simply bandaged him, he sat back in front of the computer and carefully took out the USB flash drive and data he found in room 4018.

Plugging it into the computer to check, even though Gao Ming was used to darkness, he still frowned.

On the surface, the city is governed by the government council. Each block has five "elected" council members. Unlike gang members, they must maintain superficial civilization. They open their mouths and criticize the darkness. They keep silent and act like the nemesis of evil, but they do all kinds of dirty things in private.

The information Wansheng has is related to several councillors. In addition to the erotic and financial transactions, the most outrageous ones are Councillor Yuan Nian, the oldest in the third block, and Councillor Ci Mei from the second block.

The former has basically had all his organs replaced, and his aged body is made up of countless healthy people; the latter has always appeared to the outside world as a Madonna, but in fact he goes to the meat forest in Wansheng every week to release stress and relieve his pain through cruel killings.

When Gao Ming was reading the information, a report about Councillor Ci Mei popped up on his computer. In order to boycott a gang in the seventh block, she led many people in a hunger strike and sit-in protest. The report said that she was the last dignity of the city and the only light of hope.

"Irony, how ironic."

Gao Ming flipped through the experiences of the congressmen, looking at their paths to wealth. Violence and darkness were forged into the handle of the scepter, blood and chaos were woven into the carpet leading to the throne, and every step forward they took was a pile of bones under their feet.

"There are gangs behind every congressman. I wonder if there are any ghosts in the prison who have been reincarnated as congressmen."

After collecting the evidence and restoring everything, Gao Ming stretched and was about to go to rest when he suddenly heard a cry for help from outside the window.

He pulled aside a corner of the curtain and looked outside. On the dim street, there was a dishevelled man. He seemed drunk, staggering, his hands and feet twitching slightly, and his head pressed against his chest. "Save me, save me..."

Blurred voices continued to ring out, and no one dared to respond until he passed by the studio. His nostrils twitched, his body shook like a wild beast, and he suddenly raised his head, his eyes hidden under his black hair just looking at Gao Ming!
"Help me! Help me!"

Dense black threads flowed out of his eye sockets and covered his cheeks. He crawled towards the door of the studio and pounded on it with both hands.

"Help me! Help me!"

The voice gradually became sharp and piercing. The malice in this guy could be clearly felt from a distance: "It is obvious that he is about to die. He wants to grab a few people to take him down with him before he dies. What a beast!"

Jia Youzhi and Ding Xiang, who were still sleeping, were awakened by the fright and both curled up.

"What are you standing there for? Call the night police!" Although Wu Wei is the youngest, she is the most decisive. She pushed the cabinet full of props behind the door.

Ding Xiang and Jia Youzhi looked at each other, and neither of them made a phone call. There would be a price to pay for asking the night police for help.

"Let Director Li fight. Director Li is not burdened with too many debts." Jia Youzhi shrank his neck and was unwilling to even take out his mobile phone.

The door was shaking and the man outside was shouting louder and louder. Gao Ming picked up the only real knife in the prop room and was ready to break the door and fight with the other party. Then a gunshot was heard from outside.

The weirdo's screams were weakening, followed by the sound of knives hacking into flesh. Gao Ming walked to the window to check and saw three tall figures in black raincoats cutting up the weirdo and putting them into boxes. Only five minutes later, only a pool of blood was left on the ground.

"Don't look around, they are the night guards, very scary."

"Ah."

Gao Ming did not move. His eyes were fixed on the night guard on the far left, who was very skilled in dismembering corpses.

When the distance between him and Gao Ming was within three meters, the incomplete Blood City ghost pattern engraved on Gao Ming's body began to bleed. As the owner of the torture house, he could feel the breath of those who had left the torture house.

"It's one of our own! But we can't be sure who is inside the night guard's body?"

After the scene was handled, one of the night guards took out a note and posted it on the door of the studio. Although Gao Ming and his team did not ask the night guard for help, the night guard still blamed Gao Ming and his team.

"The night police charges are not cheap. It's over. We haven't gotten the money yet and we've spent another sum of money." Jia Youzhi was very sad, but Gao Ming didn't care too much. When the debt reaches a certain point, it's just a number.

"Go to sleep. We will continue to hunt down Bu Ming tomorrow. I don't believe he can hide in the hotel forever." Gao Ming clenched his fists, his eyes red, as if he was about to be driven crazy by debt.

"Another empty promise." Wu Wei curled her lips and moved the cabinet away again.

Hearing Wu Wei's complaints, Gao Ming was not angry at all. He was not just making empty promises. He was directly holding a bomb and leading everyone into the sea of ​​fire and swords.

(End of this chapter)