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

"Zhuo Jun, can you find me some clothes too?" Qian Junran, wearing only a pair of swim trunks, followed behind Zhuo Jun like a henpecked husband.


"Shut up!" Zhuo Jun's face was grim. He had on swim trunks underneath, and over them, the Director's clothes. "Do you have any idea you almost got me killed?!"


"I didn't know," Qian Junran covered his chest, "Isn't the infirmary supposed to save lives? Is it really that terrifying?"


"Anywhere else you could know how you died, but once you enter the infirmary, you can't die even if you wanted to! There's a very special 'Big Ghost' hiding in there!" Zhuo Jun's tone was severe. He did not lead Qian Junran to the infirmary but instead took a detour into the office building controlled by Situ An, hiding at the window in the third-floor corridor.


Chapter 135: The Drawing of the Chosen Murdering Demon