Strange game designer

Chapter 93 Painting within painting within painting

"If I'm guilty, I hope the police can arrest me instead of meeting you people to torture me!"

As soon as he arrived at Night Light Studio, Gao Ming heard Manager Gou's roar outside the door, and he turned sideways and glanced into the room.

"The main artist is on leave at home, the game planner has disappeared, and now he's even lost his damn cat!"

Manager Gou slapped the table hard, the wig on his head was askew: "What else can you do? This is not me PUA you, it's you who are too explosive!"

Operation Zhangwang took a sip of coffee and couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "The current situation in the studio is not the problem of any one person. We are making horror games. You have to arrange for us to make love games. Teacher Xia and It’s normal for Wei Dayou to choose to leave.”

"I don't want to give up this old face, but you still picked up the investment I brought for you?" Manager Gou patted his face: "A person lives with a skin, and a tree lives with a face! I have hope for you, That’s why I’m willing to give you a chance!”

"Did you say the opposite?"

"Is this important?!" Manager Gou took off his wig angrily and wiped the sweat from his head: "You call immediately and call Xia Yang back first!"

"His phone is turned off." Programmer Li Jie felt helpless and secretly closed the recruitment website he was browsing.

"If the phone is turned off, then go to his house and call him! A minor injury will not leave the line of fire!" Manager Gou walked to Wei Dayou's workstation: "What about this? Have you called the police?"

"We can't contact Wei Dayou, but we won't call the police, right?" Li Jie felt that Manager Gou was really angry.

"You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you die!" Manager Gou shouted loudly: "I have been in the industry for more than 20 years, and I really can't believe that I would say these words in the company!"

After looking at the door for a long time, Gao Ming didn't see Xuan Wen. He coughed a few times and pushed open the studio door: "Manager Gou, is no one here to apply for planning today?"

Seeing Gao Ming come in, Manager Gou's already few hair fell out a few more times: "People always give pillows to me when they are dozing off. How come someone is planning to break into my house and set fire to it when I am dozing off?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just asking, and the cat is not lost." Gao Ming walked to Xia Yang's position very familiarly. Before he started to check, another hurried voice came from the corridor. There were footsteps and several police officers knocked on the glass door and entered the studio directly.

"We are from the Eastern District Bureau and would like to ask you some questions." The leading policeman took out a portrait: "Has Wei Dayou come back recently? Who does he usually have more contact with?"

"The ones who should come are not coming, and the ones who are not supposed to come are going in." Manager Gou greeted him: "We are also looking for Wei Dayou. He left me a resignation letter, and then he never came again. I came to work and it seemed like I had disappeared from the world.”

"How is his mental condition lately?"

"Very stable." Manager Gou smacked his lips: "Very stable and crazy. You have nothing to do but leave me a message to save the world?"

"We want to have a good chat with you." The police and Manager Gou entered the back room. Gao Ming didn't know Xia Yang's computer password, so he could only look for clues from other things at his workstation.

Xia Yang's paintings are extremely absurd, difficult for normal people to understand, and reveal a terrifying beauty.What he is best at is painting portraits, and each painting contains strong emotions.

Opening a book casually, Gao Ming saw many hand-drawn patterns, and Xia Yang drew all his ideas in the game.

"Xia Yang carefully read my game design plan, and even refined and restored many details by himself."

Gao Ming searched for another ten minutes. Everything on Xia Yang's workstation was normal and there were no flaws.

"It seems we have to go to his house." Gao Ming was thinking about what to do next. The police had already walked out of Manager Gou's house.

After the police had completely left, Manager Gou waved his fist angrily: "It's ridiculous. Although all my employees are ineffective, they are not capable of murder and arson! It is probably difficult for them to kill even a chicken!"

After scolding, Manager Gou looked at Gao Ming again. He hesitated for a long time before reluctantly speaking: "Xiao Gao, I heard what Wei Dayou said about you. Anyway, Dayou is also missing now. If you really have no place to stay, Just stay here for now.”

Before Gao Ming could speak, the door of the studio was knocked again, and Xuan Wen appeared outside the door wearing familiar clothes: "Is this Night Light Studio?"

The gentle voice made people feel particularly comfortable, and everyone looked at her.

"Who are you looking for?" Manager Gou picked up the wig and put it on again.

"That's it. I want to ask you to help me make a horror game. Money is not an issue." Xuan Wen smiled and put a laptop on the table: "No matter the cost, you must let the most people play it in the shortest time." Go to it." The studio suddenly became silent, and no one knew how to react. Manager Gou slowly moved forward and saw the account information and game design plan on the computer. He even felt that he had encountered something Fraudster?
"Xuan Wen?" Gao Ming ran over quickly: "You..."

"If you apply for a job, you may not have a say, so I borrowed some money." Xuan Wen said in a low voice: "I didn't use any bloody methods."

Looking at Xuan Wen's account information, Gao Ming took a breath of cold air. He estimated the time when the disaster would come. Xuan Wen probably never thought about paying back the money: "What if the disaster doesn't come?"

Xuan Wen seemed a little surprised: "Isn't it a disaster for you and me?"

For a moment, Gao Ming couldn't refute. He wanted to say something else, but was pushed away by the excited Manager Gou.

Xuan Wen was warmly received, and the employees of Night Light Studio also smiled.

Fate had an impact on Xuan Wen, but not much.

Manager Gou shouted words such as Fu Ji Tai Lai in the room, while Gao Ming left quietly.

If Xia Yang is really a dead end, then he must control the opponent before Xia Yang clears more games.

……

After finding out the address of Xia Yang's home, Gao Ming set out immediately. In less than half an hour, he had arrived next to a single-family villa on the edge of Beicheng District.

Although the housing prices in Beicheng District are not as exaggerated as those in the East District, it is certainly not easy for those who can afford a villa.

"No wonder Xia Yang is so Buddhist at work. With his family background, he probably works just to experience life every day, right?"

The villa area is very quiet. It is separated from the downtown area and feels like a paradise.

When he came to visit, Gao Ming prepared a set of words, but when he arrived at the door of Xia Yang's house, he found that the door of his house was not closed, and various unfinished paintings were thrown in the yard.

"Teacher Xia?"

Gao Ming entered the interior of the villa. The decoration here was artistic at best, but distorted and depressing at worst.

He didn't feel the shadow spreading, but Gao Ming still had the illusion of being dragged into the shadow world.

Moving his fingers towards his heart, Gao Ming avoided the drawing papers thrown on the ground and slowly walked into the living room.

The living room of more than 50 square meters is filled with various paintings that are difficult to understand. The combination of weird lines and dazzling colors forms a world that only a few people can understand.

"Xia Yang is painting the shadow world?"

Gao Ming once saw that world through the eyes of a blind man, full of nightmares and terror.

"The blind man stayed in the darkness and silence for decades before he saw that world. How did Xia Yang see it? Or was it his imagination?"

The more he looked through those paintings, the more Gao Ming felt that Xia Yang was not normal. He actually wanted to use a paintbrush to represent the shadow world.

Most of the paintings were scraps. Gao Ming walked to the deepest part of the living room and looked at the wall of the living room.

Xia Yang used red paint to draw a picture on the white wall several meters wide. What he drew was the living room of his home. It was extremely real. There was a person sitting on the sofa in the living room.

As if aware of being watched, the person sitting on the sofa in the painting slowly turned his head. His expression was indifferent, and red paint kept flowing down his face.

"Xia Yang!"

(End of this chapter)