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

After experiencing two thefts and one robbery on the bus, Gao Ming "successfully" arrived at the Night Police outpost closest to the studio.


The three-story building, unremarkable in appearance, was hidden in a filthy, chaotic alleyway, like a nail driven into the slums.


As soon as he approached, Gao Ming smelled the pungent odor of disinfectant; the road and walls outside this building had just been completely disinfected, and bloodstains still lingered in the corners.


Gao Ming looked at the seemingly ordinary street in daylight and imagined the Night Police transporting boxes of dismembered patient corpses during the night.


"Hey! Are you here to pay the city security donation?" A skinny old man opened the small window on the outpost door: "It's rare to meet someone so proactive; usually, they delay donations until the next night. This money is for maintaining city security, not for individuals. Why can't they figure that out?"


Chapter 705: Black and White