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 night watchman made his way up West Street, trembling until he stopped in front of the shadow where Gao Ming was hiding.


"First watch of the night, at 7 p.m., the air is dry, beware of candles."


The first night watch, probably 19:00 to 21:00 in reality, but what Gao Ming was worried about right now was something else. The Old Night Watchman had already spotted him, the sound of the copper gong ringing in his ears, as if it would shake his soul right out of his body.


Struggling against the discomfort, Gao Ming retreated, only to discover, after he'd left, that the place he'd stood was full of soil crumbs. After the gong sounded, more soil crumbs kept falling from his clothes.


"What is this?" Gao Ming rubbed the soil crumbs with his fingers and found they were mixed with rice paste. He realized something and looked towards the nearby land temple.


Chapter 547: Night Watchman