Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 704: Crime of Goodness
Night policemen are not native to this city. Only outsiders have the chance to become night policemen.

The old man spoke out the secret of the night guards, which in return was the naked murderous intent of the black crows and the corpse ghosts. This city is very xenophobic and the competition for resources is extremely fierce. If too many people know the identity of the night guards, the situation of all the night guards will become worse.

"I have lived for decades and know every rule of this city. It is like a piece of rotten meat full of abscesses. From the City Council Hall to the slums, every corner is filled with unbearable filth. I have experienced too much before I finally found the most suitable path for a night police officer." The old man was forced into a desperate situation. Night police officers were not allowed to fight each other, but the gunmen from the slums were not restricted: "You are too young and too stupid! When this city opens its bloody mouth to you, everything will be too late!"

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the old man. As long as Black Crow gave the order, they would shoot without hesitation.

"The purpose of this city's existence is to cultivate darkness. The original night watchmen were imprisoned criminals. We are full of crimes because we were too kind. All the suffering we endured is because we adhered to justice. All our despair comes from the responsibility in our hearts."

"If you want to live a better life, if you want to survive better in this city, you have to throw away all the shackles, abandon the rules of the night watch, and do things according to the rules of this city!"

Black threads gradually floated out of the old man's cloudy eyes, filled with malice, but the strange thing was that he could still maintain his sanity.

"You will become like me sooner or later. I will not die. Even if you kill me, you will become the next me!"

His heart was pounding wildly, and an animal-like roar came from the old man's shriveled chest. His ribs were like bared teeth, and his heart became more swollen and deformed with every beat, as if it was gestating something extremely terrifying.

The old man has been harboring malice in his heart, and the longer he lives, the more terrifying that malice becomes.

Many times, even if there was a chance to kill him, no one dared to do it, fearing that the old man's inner malice would get out of control and create a super monster.

The safest way to deal with it is to inject the old man with blockers and inhibitors before he unleashes his inner malice, so that his will cannot be integrated with his inner malice and the ability of the malicious monster can be weakened as much as possible.

But it is easier said than done. The old man chose to release the malice in his heart, which shows that the situation has reached a point where there is no end and he will not cooperate with the injection of the medicine at all.

The old man's nickname at the outpost is Old Dog. He is extremely sensitive to murderous intent and will not give anyone a chance to get close. The entire process of releasing malicious intent takes less than three seconds. It is too difficult to close the distance and accurately inject the medicine into the old man's heart within three seconds.

In order to prevent the enemy from hiding blocker bullets in their guns, the old man hides his body behind the "monster". He only needs to hold on for three seconds before he will be completely swallowed up by the malice. A super monster will be reborn in his body and kill all living people nearby.

With eyes filled with hatred and malice, the old man stared at Black Crow. Before he could utter a curse, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw the "monster" in front of him, who was used as a meat shield, injecting tubes of injections into the deformed and swollen heart.

Black and red threads intertwined in his eyes, murderous intent and malice entangled together, but the monster still maintained his sanity.

"Impossible!" The old man has lived in this city for so long, but he has never seen anyone who can maintain his sanity after being swallowed by malice. He has killed countless monsters and is very familiar with bodies occupied by malice.

"I told you to come find me, and you actually came?" The monster spoke with its bloodshot lips slightly opened.

A familiar voice came into his ears, and the old man's mind flashed back to the scene when the two first met in the morning: "You have planned it long ago, I will kill you, I will kill you!"

After injecting various drugs, dense black threads appeared on the "monster's" arms. He held the old man's head and slammed it against the wall. With a loud bang, the back of the old man's head broke open, like a broken flower.

"Get out of the way!"

Black Crow warned on the roof, and the "monster" dodged and retreated. Gunfire flashed, but it still couldn't dispel the cold around it.

The old man's body had been beaten to pieces, and the broken flesh and blood gave off a strong stench, as if he had been dead for many years.

The stench was mixed with black malice. The throbbing black blood vessels were like poisonous insects, supporting the old man's body again. His eyeballs fell out, and dense black lines emerged from the dark eye sockets, eating away at the old man's face, transforming his facial features into those of a stranger.

Its body began to expand rapidly, flesh and blood piled up out of control, and its limbs and organs moved randomly. Because it was injected with various drugs, it was unable to condense into shape, and suddenly exploded after it was more than two meters long.

Blood was raining down and the walls were littered with fragments of the old man.

"112." Black Crow looked at the value on the danger source detection device, his scalp tingling. In his memory, he had never encountered a patient with a danger rating of more than 100: "Interception successful, the danger rating exceeded before birth. This old dog is a night guard, but he has such a terrifying thing in his heart."

The door opened, and the night watchman stood at the entrance, frowning as he looked at the blood in the alley: "Black Crow, you said you would attribute the old dog's death to the restricted area, but now he's dead outside, and his body tissue is everywhere. How are you going to end this?"

"Hmm..." Black Crow thought for a moment and waved to the side: "Maybe you will have to take the blame."

Gunshots rang out again, and the disfigured woman who had been hiding in the room and the dog-man gunman on the roof pulled the trigger at the same time.

The tall and thin body fell in the blood. The corpse ghost had killed many living people who had no other choice but to enter the restricted area, many of whom were from the slums.

"Seven minutes and twelve seconds. We still have ten minutes to clean up the scene and erase as many traces as possible."

The dogmen in the slums put away their weapons and jumped down from the roof. A figure slowly approached behind Black Crow.

"Can these guys keep a secret?" The one who spoke was Gao Ming, the "monster" who had been used as a meat shield by the old man before.

Before the old man came, he was being chased by the corpse ghosts. He had no choice but to use the malice in his heart to let the corpse ghosts know his ability to control malice in a short period of time.

Later, Black Crow appeared, and the Shiki lost all chances and were forced to join forces with Gao Ming and others.

Black Crow injected an appropriate amount of promoting agent into Gao Ming's body, making Gao Ming create the illusion that his malice was out of control and he had turned into a monster, all for the purpose of launching a sneak attack on the old man.

"The dogmen in the slums are all puppets who have lost their own will. In order to survive for themselves or their families, they sold out everything and voluntarily let themselves be controlled by drugs." When Black Crow said this, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by indifference: "This is the path they chose. All we can do is pay them enough money to buy their lives."

(End of this chapter)