Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 696: Medicine to Suppress Malice
The first night in the world of Dark Shrine was calmer than Gao Ming had expected. After the night guard left, he didn't encounter any strange things.

At 6:30 in the morning, Gao Ming was still sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard a series of clanging sounds. Wu Wei, the youngest and strongest member of the crew, fell off the wire bed. She didn't even bother to put on her coat, and she grabbed her cell phone and crawled towards Gao Ming.

"Something happened! Something terrible happened!" Wu Wei spoke haltingly, holding up her cell phone. She didn't care about the difference between men and women and directly squeezed in front of Gao Ming's face: "Bu, Bu Ming is dead! Died in the room of the female boss of Haojue, that, that..."

"Don't be nervous, speak slowly." Gao Ming sat up in a daze, as if he had just learned the news.

"The daughter of Wansheng's boss is also dead! She was shot to death!" Wu Wei showed Gao Ming the news report on her phone. "The murderer hasn't been caught, and all the surveillance has been destroyed. But the outside world is saying that it was the Black Mastiff of Zhuchuan Society who did it. That mad dog is in trouble!"

"No, no!" Jia Youzhi heard the noise and ran over in his shorts: "Director Li, something is wrong! Most of these things are resolved privately, or the two parties discuss the results before they can be reported. Only ordinary people like us can see it, unless there is a third party involved, deliberately trying to make things bigger!"

"Night police!" Ding Xiang had just woken up. After simply listening to Wu Wei's description, she said with certainty: "In order to cope with the pressure brought by the night police, Zhuchuan Society and Wansheng were forced to join forces. If the two of them fall out, the biggest beneficiary will be the night police! If it was really Black Ao who killed Yuan Qing's daughter, then Wansheng would definitely retaliate. Could the murderer be someone from the night police?"

"The Night Police are digesting the Fourth Block, and they need time. They won't act so quickly. Zhuchuan Society is not like other gangs. They have the source of medicine!" After Jia Youzhi mentioned the source of medicine, Wu Wei and Ding Xiang were silent: "The madman who was killed by the Night Police outside last night was because he was sick and had no medicine to treat him. In this city, controlling the source of medicine means controlling the fate of countless people. The Night Police also need medicine, and they shouldn't turn against Zhuchuan Society so quickly."

"Damn Zhuchuan Society, they are able to control the source of medicine, isn't it because they tested it on the bodies of countless citizens?" Ding Xiang said viciously, "Wansheng used to be the only one in the Third Street District, and Zhuchuan Society was not even worthy of carrying shoes for other gangs. Now the dog has become the master."

Medicine is very important in this city. According to Dingxiang, as long as you control the source of medicine, you can quickly build up your own power.

Wu Wei was still reading the news she had seen, but the other three people had their own plans.

Provoking gang relations and causing infighting among them is just a crooked way of doing things. If you want to gain a foothold in this city, you need real things, and medicine is a very good tool.

Gao Ming knew very little about medicine, and Li Sansi didn't have much memory related to medicine. He avoided medicine as much as possible and thought it was very dangerous.

"The woman in the hotel was willing to give up everything to get the medicine. When she couldn't get the medicine, she risked her life to threaten the black mastiff. This thing can really drive people crazy."

Last night, when Gao Ming was planning to sabotage, malice continued to grow in his heart, and he was almost controlled by evil thoughts. Fortunately, he was a dream ghost from outside the shrine: "The Blood City Ghost Pattern can affect those black threads that emerge from the heart. I can protect myself from the influence of malice, and I should be able to help others get rid of the vortex of malice. When I have the chance, I must find out how the medicine is made. Only when I understand the principle can I find a way to imitate it."

"Director Li, the Third Block might be in chaos. We must not be implicated. No matter who asks, we must all speak with one voice." Jia Youzhi was wearing shorts, revealing his skinny ribs. "Bu Ming died in Yuan Qing's daughter's room. If we say we went to look for Bu Ming, we might be misunderstood as being in league with him."

"The death of Bu Ming and Yuan Qing's daughter was unclear. We must not get involved in this matter. We insist that we went to find Black Mastiff. We hope that the other party can give us another chance to shoot the commercial." Ding Xiang also agreed with Jia Youzhi. After she finished speaking, she looked at Gao Ming and said, "Director Li, did you see Black Mastiff in the hotel?"

"We didn't even meet, Zhuchuan Society and Wansheng started fighting, and I suffered a lot in the hall." After hearing Gao Ming say this, Jia Youzhi and Dingxiang felt relieved. "Hei Ao is in trouble and shouldn't come to collect the debt, but we have new troubles now." Jia Youzhi opened the door of the studio and took out the list left by the night guard on the door. There was a date and a string of numbers on it: "Before dark, we have to deliver the city security donation to the night guard's post. The total is... 110,000?"

"How much?!" Wu Wei jumped up and said, "It would have been better if we had let that lunatic in last night and killed us all!"

"Maybe the patient last night was at a higher risk." Jia Youzhi's face fell. "Night police never bargain. The city's public security donation is life-saving money. When danger comes, night police are the biggest support. When there is no danger, night police are the biggest threat to citizens."

"One hundred and ten thousand, everyone, please chip in." After Gao Ming finished speaking, the studio suddenly became quiet. No one responded, and even fewer people looked at Gao Ming in the eye: "You can chip in a little bit, just to show your appreciation. I wasn't the only one protected by the night guard last night!"

"This is all I have." Wu Wei took out a bus card and seventeen yuan.

Ding Xiang opened her designer bag and pulled out a handful of IOUs: "You know my situation. I owe you more than you do."

Several people looked at Jia Youzhi. He rolled up his arms and revealed several pinholes: "I survive by selling blood, how can I have extra money? Are you guys acting like you, Director Li, have paid me a salary?"

Gao Ming's three subordinates were in a worse state than the others. He sighed and said, "Do you still need to rely on me?"

Gao Ming picked up the form issued by the night police and Wu Wei's bus card, put on his coat, carried his backpack and walked towards the door.

"Director Li!" Jia Youzhi seemed a little touched: "Your kidneys are not good, so you can't afford the price. You can go to the first block and ask about the price of corneas and eyes. You have good eyesight."

"Fuck off!"

Gao Ming is not going to sell Li Sansi's body parts. If he can fully control the malice in his heart, this body can also burst out with very strong power.

He touched his pocket. Last night in the hotel lobby, he took advantage of the melee between the two sides and picked up a lot of money and valuables while being beaten. He planned to give these to the night police and also give the night police a big gift.

It was still early, but many people had already started to get busy on the streets. They were like fully wound-up machines, running at full capacity just for the most basic survival.

(End of this chapter)