I Fix Air-Conditioner

"Doctor, the game I designed seems to have become reality!"
"Isn't that great? People are under such great pressure at work, but you've managed to escape from it all, immersed in the game world, living the life of your dreams."
"But I'm a horror game designer, I've conceived one hundred and twenty-six murder cases, created dozens of murderers with different personalities, and in search of material, I've watched ninety-five thriller movies, read over four hundred horror comics, and collected more than two thousand urban mysterious legends. Now, it seems like they've all become real!"
"So... do you think I look familiar?"

Kaidan Game Designer

Du Bai and Gao Ming looked at the cellphone. In just the span of one class, the group chat had already filled with hundreds of messages.


It took a while scrolling up, but Gao Ming finally understood the sequence of events that had unfolded.


The English class representative, Qian Junran, had gone to the sports field with a few boys, wanting to recapture the vitality of their youth. They had just changed into their sportswear when the class's oldest repeater, Cao Song, suddenly saw a person standing at a third-floor office window who looked like Uncle Zuo.


He waved with the basketball in his hand towards him, and Uncle Zuo responded enthusiastically, but then he saw another "Uncle Zuo" in a hospital gown appear behind him!


The waving hand froze mid-air. Cao Song wanted to warn Uncle Zuo, but in the next second, he witnessed a scene that would haunt him for life.


Chapter 115: One Hundred Credits and One Hundred Living People