Strange game designer

The interviewer at Motu Technology was very rude. Perhaps this was also a test of the interviewer's ability to withstand stress.

Gao Ming, who had been in a coma for several months, encountered this situation for the first time. He rarely interacted with other people and fell silent. He was not a person who liked to refute, so in his dreams he usually took action directly.

"You have great potential to make horror games, and your love will also be the fuel for your success. It's just a pity that our company doesn't need talents like you for the time being. I'm sorry." Another interviewer spoke very tactfully, The meaning expressed was very direct, and Gao Ming's first interview was over.

"I originally wanted to make some fragmentary memories from my nightmare, but it seems that these game companies have no chance of funding me." Gao Ming was not discouraged. He interviewed several companies in a row throughout the morning, but was rejected by all of them.

Reliable jobs were eliminated, and Gao Ming looked at his alternative list. To be honest, he had never heard of many professions in the list before.

"This haunted house is hiring for night shifts and the wages are very high. The management said they are not busy at night, so I can still have time to do my own thing."

According to the guide, the website address of Hanjiang New Century Park was found. After Gao Ming entered the information, he was invited into a video room.

The room with the old wooden table looked a bit eerie, with dummies missing arms and legs stacked in the corner, and unopened paint next to them.

"Hello, is anyone here?" Gao Ming said to the microphone. After a moment, the video camera was moved, and he saw a rag doll hanging on the corner of the table. The little rag doll seemed to be working hard to climb up the table, but because of the high The gaze of fate,

It didn't dare to move and began to pretend to be dead.

"Strange, why do I think a rag doll is pretending to be dead?" Holding his chin, Gao Ming opened his eyes wide and stared at the screen. He felt cold sweat break out on the rag doll's forehead.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and a neatly dressed middle-aged man entered the room. He saw the computer camera turned on and felt helpless: "Do you still want to interview someone else?"

He didn't know who he was talking to, so he reached out and lifted up the little stuffed animal hanging by the table, as if he were holding a cat by the back of its neck, and placed it in his arms.

"Hello, I'm the foreman of our haunted house. You can just call me Lao Zhou." Compared with those high-ranking interviewers from big companies, Lao Zhou seems very down-to-earth and makes people feel friendly.

"Hello, Brother Zhou, I want to interview for the night shift..."

"Night shift?" Lao Zhou was a little surprised: "It's okay, it's okay, just keep talking."

"My basic information has been sent to you. I also have some own understanding of horror and thriller." Gao Ming began to talk about his advantages.

"Your eight-character writing paper can be used as a knife. It fits us very well. I also really hope you can join us, but there are two things I want to ask clearly." Lao Zhou pressed his hands on the table and came closer. Computer camera: "First, what level of horrific stimulation can your body withstand?"

Recalling the nightmare he had when he was in a coma, Gao Ming replied firmly: "Any degree."

"Oh, good guy." Lao Zhou was very satisfied: "Then comes the second most critical question. You must answer it truthfully. Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, Gao Ming's fingers involuntarily bent into fists, and he nodded: "Believe it."

"That's such a pity. There are no ghosts in this world." Lao Zhou said with regret: "Our haunted house uses the latest technology. The atmosphere creation and ghost production are very real. People who don't believe in evil will be shaken when they come in. If you believe Ghosts and gods, it’s easy to put yourself into it.”

After reading Gao Ming's information, Lao Zhou's eyes were complicated: "He is indeed a rare talent, but I can't break the rules for you, so be it. You have been paying attention to your mobile phone recently. When the boss comes back, I will ask him if he agrees. I will contact you if so.”

"Your boss?"

"He went on a business trip."

Nowadays, it is so convenient to transmit information, and it is just a matter of making a phone call, so in Gao Ming's eyes, what Lao Zhou said was almost like a polite rejection.

"Okay." Gao Ming also understood the other party's concerns. After all, his condition was indeed very bad. If something happened in the haunted house, others would be held responsible.

"You must turn on your phone at all times. If our boss can't contact you, he may come directly to your door. He can do anything."

Gao Ming didn't take it to heart at all. He quit the video and tried a few more interviews. Some of them asked him to provide mental proof, and some directly asked him to go to an abandoned alley for an interview at midnight. It was like a prank. The interview becomes more and more tiring.

"Is it so hard to find a job now?"

Gao Ming's notebook filled with job options left only the last one - the recruitment of internal testers for the brain game of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

This recruitment does not require an interview. You only need to fill in the information online to register. Qualified candidates will receive a notification and go to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical for an offline interview.

"I can't find the template online. It is said that everyone receives different test forms." Gao Ming patiently filled in all the information. Because all previous interviews had failed, he was extra serious this time.

"I'll just wait for the notification. You can earn money by participating in the brain game test. My brain is tortured by nightmares and I must be very resistant."

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Ming, who was still doing research, suddenly heard a knock on the door. He didn't think anyone would come looking for him at this time. Many bad images flashed through his mind, and the horror in the nightmare instantly stimulated one of his emotions. With a nerve, he grabbed the fruit knife, lowered his body with high strength, and tightened his muscles.

He came to the door quietly without making any sound: "Who's outside?"

No one responded, Gao Ming became more nervous. He hid the fruit knife behind him and slowly turned the door lock.

The door was opened a crack, and Gao Ming saw a furry kitten meowing and running on the ground with short legs.

"Cat?"

The kitten seemed a little afraid of Gao Ming, and ran away from him to the corridor. Liu Yi, who was carrying two bags of vegetables and meat, was hiding here.

"I'm leaving get off work early today." Seeing the kitten exposed herself, Liu Yi came out with a smile: "You said before that you would get a cat when you moved to a bigger house, but I think we can get a cat even if we don't move to a bigger house. This little guy was given by a friend, and he's so clingy."

Liu Yi came back early because she was worried about Gao Ming, and she gave Gao Ming a kitten in the hope that it could accompany Gao Ming at home.

"Give it a name." Liu Yi walked to the door, and the kitten was running around her shoes.

"How about Fa Cai?" Gao Ming blurted out the name. His heart skipped a beat. "In that nightmare, I seemed to have two very strong fighters. One was called Fa Cai, and I can't remember the other one."