Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 703 The Monster in My Heart
"I have my own channels. Follow me and I guarantee you will never be short of medicine in the future." The old man was very confident, with a hint of mystery in his words.

"We'll talk about joining your group later. The person has been locked up for you, come and get him yourself." The corpse ghost seemed to be bored. He put away the electric baton and sat in the corner of the room, his body completely hidden under the black raincoat.

"You're so stubborn. I'm obviously doing this for your own good." The old man checked the surroundings again, and after testing the corpse ghost's reaction, he whistled.

Three night guards came out from different directions. The old man did not come here alone. If the zombies wanted to harm him just now, they would probably have been besieged by now.

"You called so many people here, do you want to kill me?" The corpse ghost's eyes were hidden under the brim of his hat, and a strange sound came from his throat, as if several bones were colliding, something was moving under his skin, and his raincoat was slowly propped up.

"It's better to be safe than sorry." The old man waved his hand. "There are too many bad people in this world, scheming against each other. A kind-hearted old guy like me is the easiest to be schemed against. We must be careful about everything."

"Is this the secret of your longevity? You really are living a dog's life at your age." The corpse ghost smiled coldly and said no more.

Two night guards entered the house, placed the medicine bottle on the table, and then opened the cage. One of them pulled one side of the chain to restrict the monster's ability to move, and then put a heavy metal shackle on the monster's shoulder.

"get out!"

Just like slaughtering a pig in a slaughterhouse, the night guard dragged the monster in front of the old man.

"I told you I'd come find you tonight." The old man approached with a smile, the wrinkles on his face crowded together, making people feel sick. "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. Even if you turn into a monster, I will keep you well."

There was no hatred or resentment on the old man's face, only pure evil.

"When you lied to me, I was actually very happy because it had been a long time since anyone dared to play such a joke on me. I usually couldn't find a reason to do it. Thank you for giving me such an opportunity."

Staring at the monster's eyes, which were clearly black and white in the morning, but were now filled with dense black lines, the old man seemed to be appreciating a work of art: "Malice is rooted in the heart. Once it gets out of control, it will grow wantonly and turn people into prisoners of emotions."

The old man held down the monster's head with his calloused hands, grabbed the monster's hair and lifted its face up: "I have a big garden, which is full of people like you. In a few days, malice will crawl out of your eyeballs, like the roots of plants, digging into the ground, and entwining with the malice of other people, crawling all over every inch of your skin. At this time, you still won't die, and you will watch yourself transform from a human into something else."

The old man had dealt with monsters for many years and could tell at a glance the extent of the other party's disease. The young man who had deceived him a few hours ago had completely lost his self-will and was no longer a threat.

Lifting his raincoat, the old man took out a silver box containing various injections and seed-like granular tablets. He picked and chose, and finally held up the thickest injection.

"Today is Tuesday, so let's use Accelerator No. 2." The old man pointed at the monster's ear and said, "This is a good thing. You may not be able to buy it on the black market. I cultivated it using many living people."

The old man proudly explained, and his men turned their heads away reluctantly, as if something very uncomfortable was going to happen next. The sharp needle was about to stab, but the old man's ears suddenly moved, and he fell forward with agility that was totally inconsistent with his age. He lifted up the monster on the ground and used its body as a cover.

There was a burst of dense gunfire, and the other night guards brought by the old man were slow to react. Two of them were shot like sieves, and another was shot in the head, chest and abdomen, but his heart was not exploded.

The man let out a roar, and dense black threads instantly spread from his heart to his entire body. The malice that erupted from his body was several times stronger than that of an ordinary person.

The night guard's fingers were as sharp as knives, and he scratched his skin. Black eyeballs opened in the bloody cuts.

Black threads entangled in the wound and gradually turned into charges. The last bit of sanity of the night guard was devoured, and he completely turned into a mad monster.

He could not feel pain and would not die immediately if shot. It seemed as if he wanted to use the last period of his life to destroy everything he wanted, leaving the world with a deep, ugly scar that could not be healed!

When the gunfire stopped, the old man immediately prepared to hide in the house, but the corpse ghost closed the door and stood by the window, watching him coldly.

"Helping outsiders deal with me? Traitor!"

"Once you become a night guard, you can never betray and must abide by the code. You should know this better than anyone else." Hei Ya's voice came from the roof. The night wind blew his raincoat. Next to him were a few "dog men" from the Ganshui Alley.

"The rules of the Night Guards are that they must not kill each other. Violating the rules will backfire on their masters. Isn't that why you are trying every possible way to use other forces to kill me because you are worried about this?"

"Black Crow!" The old man hid behind the monster: "If you dare to instigate those bitches to shoot at the night guards, the General Administration will never let you go."

"Have you forgotten? The restricted area of ​​Zhuchuan Pharmaceutical Apartment has a characteristic. If a body is thrown into the apartment, it will disappear the next day and no clues can be found." Black Crow has already calculated: "The most respected dog master in the outpost entered the restricted area to rescue his colleagues and never came out again."

"Don't be impulsive. Think carefully. There is a monster living in the heart of every night guard. The malice in my heart has been imprisoned for decades. If you don't give me a way to live, I will inject an accelerator to make the malice erupt completely, creating an evil that is dangerous enough to reach the level of a restricted area!" The old man shrank into the corner. He didn't know how many people Black Crow brought, and it didn't look safe around him.

"You are the oldest night guard in our post, and even in the entire Third Block. The headquarters is well aware of the things you do in private, but they tolerate it again and again because they are afraid of the monster in your heart." Black Crow knew how difficult the old man was to deal with. Not only did he possess a strong ability to sense murderous intent, he also cultivated malicious intent in private, turning himself into a time bomb.

"The Night Guards are paid based on their danger level. If I raise my own danger level, wouldn't that increase the assets and strength of our Night Guards?" Regardless of the presence of outsiders, the old man directly revealed the biggest secret of the Night Guards: "Only travelers from outside this city can become Night Guards. We have the blood of justice that is incompatible with this city flowing in our bodies, but what has this bright red blood brought us? Being hunted, isolated, and used for various experiments? I survived by any means necessary, clearing all obstacles and cultivating the malice in my heart, just because I want to change our situation."

(End of this chapter)