Strange game designer

"Juduo God?" In Gao Ming's memory of so many deaths, this name seemed to appear vaguely.

"The General Bureau of Investigation deals with the shadow world. People who come into contact with the devil will inevitably be affected by the devil. Some investigators changed their personalities after escaping from abnormal events, tortured and killed citizens, and became part of the disaster. At this time, someone needs to do some dirty work. Responsible for dealing with the aftermath and weaving lies." Situ An kept smiling. He was very happy to talk to Gao Ming, because the more he knew, the more opportunities he had to kill Gao Ming: "Jingtuo God is the one responsible for cleaning up the mess of the General Bureau of Investigation. What he is good at is concealment, deception and killing.”

"A person with mysophobia doing the dirtiest things?" Xia Yang discovered another interesting soul.

"Juduo God has no specific position. I have contacted him several times and have not found any weaknesses in him for the time being. I only know that he is a delusion teller on the surface." Situ An's eyes moved to Xia Yang: "If you can catch Lord Jingtuo, you will have a chance to know the core information of the General Investigation Bureau. You will spy on the secrets of the big shots in the vast sea, and then climb to higher places by stepping on their bones."

Situ An probably didn't lie. The things he told Gao Ming were all things he planned to do later. In a future where Gao Ming was killed, Situ An did indeed become the director of the General Bureau of Investigation, standing at the highest point of the vast sea.

At that time, Situ An was the most terrifying, but now Situ An has been filled with Gao Ming directly in his heart without even taking the first step.

"If you only want to plot the Eastern District, then it's enough to be careful about Lord Jūda."

Under the advice of two super "criminals", Situ An and Xia Yang, Gao Ming perfected his ghost story game step by step.

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Blood flowed down the TV screen, and the baby's cry mixed with the announcer's voice, tick, tick...

The second hand and the teardrop moved at the same time, passing through a grid on the clock, flowing from the corner of the eye to the base of the ear.

"I've had enough of this life."

Old newspapers were torn into pieces and flying all over the sky.

The man walked past the overturned table, stepping on the oil stains and leftover food soaked into the carpet, not even clearing away the sharp plate fragments and table knives. He ignored the crying child and put his hands into his hair, looking at the smashed door, the mess on the ground, and the scarred self in the cracked mirror.

Feeling extremely aggrieved, he suddenly threw the only chair in the room towards the mirror.

Debris exploded and his disgusting face was now everywhere.

"What a bad day, what a bad day!"

Taking off his shirt, the man pulled out the drawer completely and poured the contents onto the floor.

He suddenly seemed to see something, like a traveler who discovered water in the desert. He knelt down and rummaged through the garbage to find a white "medicine."

The pill is not big and has a letter - Y engraved on it.

As if holding a treasure in the world, the man religiously picked up the pills, carefully pinched them with two fingers, and put them on his tongue bit by bit.

Swallowing slowly, the man could clearly feel the pills falling down his throat and into his stomach.

At that moment, he seemed to be embracing heaven, lying on the carpet full of oil and garbage with great satisfaction. He stretched his body, the world in his eyes was spinning slightly, and everything was slowly coming towards him, pulling him away. Clustered in the center of the city.

The missing part in his soul was filled in. The man's limbs tightened and his body pushed upwards. Only the whites of his eyes slowly remained, and all his thoughts were sucked away by something.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a voice.

"I will not let you disappear, nor will I let you collapse. I know that your heart is ready to move, and I will take you to find what you really want."

"Situ An, is it you! I'm going to kill you! Give me the medicine! Move my soul!"

The man seemed to wake up from a dream. After a short period of joy, he was wrapped in greater fear. His eyes were crying and his body was shaking.

"Transfer your soul to me. I need more medicine. I can give you whatever you want."

With his eyes numb and dull, the man heard the ringtone of his cell phone. This was the 11th time it rang tonight, but he had no desire to answer it.

Except for the soul-moving potion, he thinks about nothing now.

Picking up the phone and looking at the call from his father Fu Ling on the screen, the man's empty eyes seemed to focus a little.

His fingers wandered between answering and rejecting, his fingertips kept trembling, and finally he smashed the phone against the wall!

The baby cried louder, and the man kept patting his head with his hands.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The dusty trophies in the cabinet and the countless banners on the wall were more like sarcastic smiling faces, mocking him.

The man's name is Fu Shan. He is the eldest son of Fu Ling, the director of the Wan Chai Investigation Bureau in the Eastern District. He is also the pride of his father and is regarded as the investigator with the best chance of becoming the deputy director.

However, his father didn't know that Fu Shan had problems the first time he entered an abnormal event. He took the soul-transferring medicine given by Situ An. The medicine can treat mental illnesses. It was written by Dr. Lu and is related to the shadow world.

Now Situ An and Dr. Lu have disappeared, and Fu Shan has taken all the medicine. In order to prevent his father from discovering the abnormality, he has not gone to work at the Eastern District Investigation Bureau for several days.

"Stop arguing, little one!" His wife had already left, and Fu Shan stood up unsteadily. He suddenly opened the bedroom door and looked at the still crying child.

The baby had never seen his father like this before. He had no ability to resist and could only cry in a sharper voice, hoping that his father would wake up and that someone in the neighborhood would hear his cry for help.

"If you cry again... I'll sew your mouth shut." The world in Fu Shan's eyes was between reality and illusion. He stared at his child's face, and the baby in his eyes looked more and more like Situ An.

"Is it you? You're trying to hurt me again!" Fu Shan reached for the child's neck with both hands, and his rough hands caught the child's neck.

"Situ An! Get out of my child's body! I'm going to kill you!"

Fu Shan's emotions became more and more agitated, and his eyes began to become trance-like.

"It seems that Situ An is really bad to the core." A man's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Who's talking!" Fu Shan raised the child and looked around. Finally, his eyes fell on the portraits of himself and his wife: "Situ An? You are hiding in the painting!"

"I'm not Situ An. My name is Xia Yang. I was sent here by a bastard named Gao Ming. Of course Situ An is also in his heart." Fu Shan in the painting narrowed his eyes and smiled harmlessly.

"Die!" Fu Shan let go of his hand, and the child fell from the air. At that moment, all the colors in the painting were like countless petals floating out, forming a hand to catch the child.

"Save one, kill another, you should be grateful for the choice I made for you." The colors in the painting crawled onto Fu Shan like colorful spiders and got into his body.

The second hand passed a new circle, and Fu Shan wiped away the tears on his face. He gently put the child down and covered him with a quilt gently.

Opening the curtains, it was already dawn. Fu Shan squinted his eyes and looked at the Eastern District Investigation Bureau in the distance with a smile.

The baby didn't cry loudly anymore, but in the portrait beside the bed, only his wife was left, and Fu Shan was nowhere to be seen.

"Is it finally my turn to be the protagonist?"