Strange game designer

Regarding the source of phobia, a high life is inevitable. This disease, which is most likely to spread in the early stage, must be controlled in one's own hands.

As long as he has acquired the phobia, it will be difficult for him to be threatened by the crowd tactics. The more people there are on the other side, the easier it is for confusion to arise, and the easier it is for ghost stories to arise.

The little boy didn't know what Gao Ming was thinking, he just licked his lips, as if recalling the sweetness of the cake.

Seeing the child's reaction, Gao Ming took out his mobile phone and the black-and-white photo of himself and dialed his home phone number.

"Why did you bring out a photo of the deceased when you ordered takeout?" Zhao Xi covered the little boy's eyes, worried that it would scare him: "This photo is very scary."

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the living room door, and Father Wei and Mother Wei appeared at the door carrying cakes.

Turning on the lights in the room, the warm light dispersed some shadows. Gao Ming lifted the table and sofa and cleaned the room: "Brother Zhao, come and help. We may come here often in the future."

Zhao Xi was frightened by flesh and blood ghosts and gods at first. He thought that saving the world would be a flash of swords and shadows of flesh and blood, but he didn't expect that he would just pick up a broom and clean up the garbage.

Dad and Mom greeted each other cordially. Judging from their appearance, they were no different from normal people.

My parents always behave kindly, generously, and talk easily when outsiders are around.

Snacks and toys were placed on the sofa, and music was playing on the mobile phone. It was raining heavily outside the window, but it was extremely warm inside.

Everyone decorated the room, and a few strangers gathered in the shadow world to celebrate a child's birthday.

Zhao Xi didn't know the true identities of Jui's father and Jui's mother, so she chatted with them awkwardly. The little boy brought out the dishes that Gao Ming had cooked in the kitchen. He was busy at the same time, very tired and very happy.

After frying the last dish, Gao Ming looked at the dark night outside the window.

"There are many strange stories hidden in the Lishan area in the shadow world. I had previously planned to build this place into a stronghold."

In terms of complex terrain and population density, the old city ranks first in the vast sea, and this is exactly what Gaoming needs.

"If I do something and stand on the opposite side of the Investigation Bureau, and I have nowhere to go in reality, then the Lishan area in the shadow world will be a perfect place for me to hide."

"The photo is the ticket, I am the passage, no one can catch me."

Gao Ming took out a cigarette out of habit, but he thought of so many of himself on the tunnel wall. After a moment, he threw the cigarette and lighter into the trash can.

Walking out of the kitchen, the little boy finally had a smile on his face. He acted obediently, as if he was worried that everyone would leave.

The shadow of the phobia has dissipated, but the shadows brought by the strange mother and strange father have enveloped the room again.

"It's so abominable that his parents don't cherish such a sensible child." Zhao Xi himself is not married, and he also wants a child in his heart.

"No child hopes that he will become so sensible. If he can't act coquettishly and play in front of his parents, it will actually be quite painful." Gao Ming noticed that the fear in the boy's eyes had subsided, and he clapped his hands: "Let's all eat cake. .”

Opening the cake box, Dad and Mom inserted a candle on the surface of the cake.

Gao Ming turned to the little boy and said, "I will help you make up for all the birthdays."

The boy didn't understand what Gao Ming was talking about. He looked at the lit candles expectantly.

After the lights were turned off, Gao Ming covered the boy's eyes and made a wish with him.

"You can start eating."

The cake was not big, so the little boy was not willing to eat too much. He also handed the two largest pieces of cake to Father and Mother.

"It's okay, you can eat whatever you want. It's rare to be lively today." Gao Ming kept calling home. There were fewer and fewer people in the scary black and white photo. There were footsteps in the corridor and the door was knocked again and again.

Looking at the room full of fathers and mothers, Brother Zhao dropped the cake fork in his hand. The little boy hugged the ugly puppet tightly and did not dare to speak.

"How do you put it?" Gao Ming cleared his throat: "From today on, we are a family. I don't understand what the responsibilities of parents are now, but I will try my best to make each of you happy."

Gao Ming discovered one thing through repeated trials. As long as he was not too far away from his father and mother, they would behave normally.

Once he wants to stay away from Dad and Mom, and Dad and Mom cannot close the distance between them, Dad and Mom will disappear into the shadows and return to the black and white photos.

If you make good use of this, Gao Ming can solve a lot of troubles.

After helping the little boy have a happy birthday, Gao Ming also got closer to the boy, and he finally knew the child's name.

His parents like to call him An'an, which is the name of the family's pet dog. His parents have a bad temper and are extremely irresponsible. It can be said that he has lived in insecurity and fear since he was a child.

The boy has a sensitive and fragile personality. He often relieves his fear and pain through painting. In his paintings, he is a warrior who is not afraid of anything.

Later, he pinned this emotion on the handmade puppet. The messy paint on the puppet was actually small people, superimposed on each other.

The most courageous thing to rely on turned out to be the source of phobia, which Gao Ming never expected.

"It's not that An An has cleared the game, but that An An is part of the 'game'."

After leaving the shadow world, the puppet in An An's hand turned into a black and white photo, and Gao Ming saw the text behind the photo as he wished.

"Photos of old things: When you feel fear, you must first think clearly whether you are afraid of me or yourself."

Gao Ming borrowed Phobia's photo, and in order to compensate An An, he asked Zhao Xi to stay with him.

Brother Zhao can't find the meaning of existence, has no real family, and has never been recognized; An An has been living in insecurity and fear, being abandoned by his biological parents, and wants a stable home. The two of them can just heal each other, they are the antidote to each other's life.

After finding out the source of the phobia, Gao Ming breathed a long sigh of relief. He and Zhao Xi started to separate and took a taxi to the Night Light Game Studio alone.

All the game design plans are in the company. If these things were obtained by Situ An, the consequences would be disastrous, and everyone who has seen the game design plans would probably be implicated.

The heavy rain continued and dark clouds hung over the city. Gao Ming entered the company before dawn.

It was still early, but when Gao Ming went upstairs, he found something was wrong. The office door was ajar and there were blood stains on the floor.

"There seems to be a murderer hiding in Night Light Studio."

Slowing down, Gao Ming stopped outside the studio door and looked sideways into the room.

The filing cabinet storing the game design plans was opened, and various game design inspirations were taken out. The weak light swayed slightly, and Wei Dayou was frantically looking through the games designed by Gao Ming.

"Exactly the same! The escape game has become real!"

Gao Ming adjusted his angle and saw the injured Wei Dayou standing among the documents on the floor. He was in a daze and seemed to be on the verge of mental collapse.

"How is that possible? How can these things become real!"

Wei Dayou still couldn't believe it. He took out his mobile phone: "Gao Ming's call has still not been answered. How could he know the existence of the murderer in advance and his killing methods?! Could it be said that this was a warning of murder? That masked man Is he the madman who executed him?"

"No! You have to ask clearly! He is my best friend! I know him very well! He is definitely not that kind of person!"

After repeating it countless times in a few hours, Wei Dayou dialed Gao Ming's number again.

"Meow……"

A cat meowed suddenly at the door. The chubby Fa Cai smelled the scent of Gao Ming and ran over to rub Gao Ming's legs.

Hearing the sound, Wei Dayou took his mobile phone and looked towards the door. He happened to be looking at Gao Ming.