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

The comforter lay flat on the bed, devoid of a single wrinkle, just as before. There were no signs of struggle in the master bedroom.


Bai Xiao's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his body.


Everything in the master bedroom seemed normal, yet it was oppressively suffocating, as if he were being pushed into a swimming pool at midnight, flailing arms and legs unable to touch the bottom no matter how hard he tried.


All the lights had been extinguished. In the darkness, the wardrobe's silhouette resembled an upright coffin, perhaps a Pandora's box with a fatal allure.


The note remained unopened, stuck in the wardrobe's crevice. The words "Do Not Open" crawled like insects across his vision, and by the time Bai Xiao realized it, his hand was already on the wardrobe.


Chapter 306: The Cruel Truth