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 old man held a knife in his hand, as if he was about to gouge out Gao Ming's face and brain the next moment, and plant his own family's incense into Gao Ming's neck.


"Is there any other choice besides being a night watchman?" Gao Ming had already reached for the butcher's knife, truly frightened by the Old Night Watchman. Just a second ago they were chatting, and the next second, he drew a knife ready to scoop out a face. The change was not only quick but also very natural, as if what the Old Night Watchman was doing was for his own good.


Chapter 548 Zhang Mingli