Strange game designer

Chapter 31 Gao Ming has a new job

"The General Administration attaches great importance to this matter. Every person involved in the investigation has been selected through layer-by-layer review. Even if you are capable enough, they will not let you in." Bai Xiao picked up Qin Tian's name written on the table. folder: "Minlong Street and Laijing Street also need people to guard them. Your task is no easier than ours."

After finishing speaking, Bai Xiao began to discuss tonight's action plan with the remaining three old team members, rehearsing every step and considering all possible scenarios.

Gao Ming did not participate in the conversation among the old team members. He found what he needed in Qin Tian's computer.

The Bureau of Investigation has staff who specialize in information integration and search. Gao Ming called the other party's phone number and wanted to use the investigation network spread by the Bureau in Hanhai to find someone for him.

Taking out his mobile phone, Gao Ming entered a few pieces of information about the criminals he had designed.

The most dangerous madmen should be killed in advance, and those who can be redeemed should try to cooperate.

Because they were all designed by himself, Gao Ming knew the psychological flaws and weaknesses of those criminals very well, and he was the only one in the entire city who was bold enough to control the most extreme lunatics.

"A first-class suspense game has rigorous logic and there will be no supernatural beings. But I am just a mediocre game designer. Some cases are not rigorously conceived, and some of the criminals have extraordinary characteristics. These special features may be Under the alienation of the shadow world, some special abilities will evolve, just like Xuan Wen."

Only about half an hour later, the staff of the Investigation Bureau sent a message to Gao Ming, and the first "criminal" was found.

The criminal's height and shape are very recognizable. Unless he hides deliberately, there is no way he can escape the ubiquitous city surveillance cameras.

"Underground fight club?"

The efficiency of the Investigation Bureau was astonishing. After Gao Ming received the information, he immediately put on his raincoat and prepared to set off.

"Where are you going? I'm with you!" Zhu Miaomiao, who was in a daze, also stood up and looked for the fire ax anxiously.

"No, you stay here."

"Director Chen asked me to follow you." Zhu Miaomiao ran to Gao Ming in a panic without even taking the ax: "Is there a new mission?"

"Just going to meet a friend." Gao Ming didn't refuse. He and Zhu Miaomiao drove the investigation team's car straight to the DC area.

For a long time in the past, money could buy everything in Hanhai.This is a free port in the world, with the most elegant art and the most vulgar and cruel performances. All senses can be satisfied as long as you spend money.

The investigation bureau's car drove into Queen's [-]th Street. Gao Ming counted the time and stood guard next to a Chinese restaurant.

"According to the information given by the Investigation Bureau, the target will come here on time for lunch every day." Gao Ming lowered the brim of his hat and waved to Zhu Miaomiao, who was in the car ready to respond at any time, telling her not to be nervous.

The rain began to slowly subside, and Gao Ming looked at the puddles in the distance. The crooked city was reflected in the water.

Snapped!
Heavy leather shoes stepped on the water, the shadows of the city splashed everywhere, and passers-by also stayed away.

At the corner of the street, there was a man nearly two meters tall, wearing a customized suit and walking towards the restaurant.

The man was extremely muscular, with muscles all over his body, and his exposed skin was covered with ferocious giant ghost tattoos.

"It's exactly the same as Yan Hua in my mind." Gao Ming stared at the strong man approaching, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he could feel the pressure on the other man from a long distance away.

The man didn't care about his life. He opened the door and entered the restaurant. The guests consciously moved out a large space.

"Same as usual." The man's vocal cords were injured, and his voice sounded hoarse and low. He bent over and sat down, his muscles all over his body tense, as if he was going to burst his suit.The atmosphere in the restaurant became solemn. The guests were eating faster and wanted to leave quickly. The man seemed to be used to this.

"Boss, here are two bowls of noodles, take them away." Gao Ming shouted towards the counter, then walked past several empty seats and sat across from the man's table.

After pouring two cups of hot water, Gao Ming was in an extremely relaxed state: "I heard that you are doing black boxing recently? You have won all thirteen fights? But it seems that the name you used in the competition is not your real name?"

The man frowned, his skin pulled, and the tattooed grimace on his cheek seemed to open its mouth.

"I used to know a boxer. He looks a lot like you. That kid had a hard time growing up."

"His mother was ill. After her husband died, she remarried with her son and daughter in order to make a living. His stepfather was a hot-tempered, lustful, and rude gambler. What that wimp liked to do most was to marry his sick wife and her daughter. Maintaining his pitiful and ridiculous self-esteem in front of his young adopted daughter."

"He wants to get back the dignity he lost outside, through violence, and in a way more terrifying than violence."

The tabletop seemed to be shaking slightly, and the diners around him left the restaurant one after another. Slowly, only Gao Ming himself was left.

The staple food hasn't been served yet, so of course Gao Ming won't leave now.

"That gambler is simply unworthy of being a father. After his wife died of illness, he treated his two children even more roughly. He instructed the eldest daughter to do various housework, and beat and kicked her if she was dissatisfied at all."

"Compared to the eldest daughter, the younger son is more pitiful." Gao Ming slowed down and used hypnosis techniques: "The younger son is innocent and kind, but he was often threatened and abused by his stepfather, and later he suffered from chronic bedwetting. , I still have the habit of bedwetting to this day.”

The eyes of the man sitting across the table changed, and the unbearable memories tore apart his disguise bit by bit.

All this was seen by Gao Ming. He picked up the water glass and shook it gently. His voice had a special rhythm: "Every time his little son wets the bed, his stepfather would get angry. He would cover the child's face with a wet sheet and pull him over. Press the urinal, saying that dogs know where to relieve themselves.”

"Are you done?" The originally calm man's breathing became rapid, his eyes were bloodshot, the painful memories buried deep in his heart were triggered, and the childhood nightmare came to mind again.

In the future, Yan Hua will be a crazed murderer, but now he has not yet fully blossomed.

"Because he was afraid of bedwetting, he even had a fear of sleeping. He forced himself to open his eyes for countless dark nights. Slowly, he became an abnormal child." Gao Ming began to speak faster: "The less able he is to resist, the more cruel he becomes. He knows that violence will produce more violence, but he still gradually distorts in the dark night, becoming precocious, cunning, and trying his best to hide the surging desire to attack in his heart."

The man's arms slowly arched, and he slowly stood up. His suit was torn apart by tight muscles, like a mountain of flesh full of oppression.

"My stepfather didn't treat him as a human being at all, and gave him a more feminine name called Yanhua."

"Shut up!" The man raised his fist and aimed it at Gao Ming.

"As he grew older, he began to train himself almost masochistically, but he still felt fear in his heart, and his chronic bedwetting became more serious."

"I told you to shut up!" The man couldn't restrain himself, and his hand bones made a crisp sound.

"That kid hated his body and trained himself even more crazily, but no one knew that he was working so hard just to do one thing."

After the heavy punch fell, Gao Ming also said the last words: "He wants to kill his adoptive father."

The fist stopped in front of his eyes, and Gao Ming's voice cut open the man's heart like a sharp knife. The secret that had been hidden for 20 years was exposed, and he felt as if he was standing naked in the heavy rain.

(End of this chapter)