Strange game designer.

Chapter 468 Fake Interview

Gao Ming closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower. The mist made the mirror hazy and he gradually couldn't see his body clearly. His flesh and blood seemed to melt into the mist.

The hot water washed over his skin, feeling comfortable yet a little painful. He felt it all carefully and emptied his mind.

"Three punishments and wounding officials meet the sheep blade, and the four pillars are childless. Everything in the world is determined by fate, and it is not up to man to calculate."

When will no longer suppressed instinct, Gao Ming vaguely heard a voice. The voice did not emerge in his mind, but was engraved in his flesh and bones, and echoed in his blood.

"Gao Ming, we gave you this name for a special meaning... Your father and mother passed away early, and when your grandmother passes away, you will be all alone. You must be well, you must be well."

Gao Ming felt a pain in his heart and looked at the blurry mirror. Through the mist, he seemed to have changed in the mirror. He was thin and withdrawn. Black words slowly grew on every inch of his skin, including blessings, curses, and names. He seemed unwilling to forget something. Those words were deeply buried in his flesh and blood. Gao Ming tried very hard to see, but still couldn't see clearly.

His breathing became rapid, and the mist seemed to condense into a sea that pressed down. Gao Ming's chest heaved, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger. He fell uncontrollably towards the mirror.

"Snapped!"

"Gao Ming? Gao Ming!" There was a knock on the door. Liu Yi decisively used force to open the fragile bathroom door. She didn't care about the water stains on Gao Ming's body at all and supported him: "Is it too stuffy here?"

"It's okay." Gao Ming's face was pale. Mirror fragments were scattered on the small sink. The thick mist just now made his body instinctively feel terrified, as if he had been completely swallowed by the fog.

Liu Yi wrapped a bath towel around Gao Ming and helped him to the bed. She first wiped Gao Ming's cheeks and hair, then ran into the bathroom to clean the floor.

"Hurry up and change into your pajamas, or you'll catch a cold." Liu Yi poked her head out from the bathroom, her brows full of worry for Gao Ming. The person she loved most survived, but when he returned home, he behaved in all kinds of unfamiliar ways.

His trembling fingers slowly recovered. Gao Ming didn't know why he was so afraid of fog. He tried to recall the self in the mirror: "I once carved everything on my own flesh?"

Twenty minutes later, Liu Yi returned to the house after throwing away the garbage. She also looked very tired.

"Sorry, I can't help you." The men's pajamas exuded the scent of laundry detergent. Liu Yi had been waiting for the day when Gao Ming would come back, but this made Gao Ming feel that he should do something for Liu Yi.

"It is my greatest luck that you can come back." Liu Yi took out a hair dryer and sat next to Gao Ming.

After changing his clothes, Gao Ming stopped hesitating. He picked up the hair dryer and began to blow Liu Yi's hair patiently.

With his eyes closed, this ordinary scene was one that Liu Yi had imagined many times: "It's good like this now, isn't it?"

As the night deepened, the two of them, who had blow-dried their hair, lay on opposite sides of the bed. Liu Yi looked at Gao Ming's "bewildered" face and said with a smile, "I'll put the thin blanket in the middle. Let's both sleep well and don't think about those messy things."

"kindness."

The light in Room 401 closed in the darkness like a shy plant that had been touched. Gao Ming couldn't fall asleep at all, but Liu Yi, on the contrary, slept soundly and peacefully.

The minute hand moved in a circle. Gao Ming heard a slight grinding of teeth and vague mumbling in his sleep. He looked at Liu Yi lying defenselessly beside him. She had kicked off the quilt at some point. Her face was like that of an innocent child. "Is this the real her?"

……

At 6:50 in the morning, the alarm clock rang. Liu Yi woke up and found that one of her legs was pressed on Gao Ming's tense back, and her arm was against Gao Ming's head. The quilt between the two of them had been kicked away by her, and Gao Ming was squeezed into the corner.

Seeing that Gao Ming was still "sleeping soundly", Liu Yi got up quietly, washed up, and then prepared breakfast, finishing everything on time at 7:30.

She was wearing a professional suit and gently pushed Gao Ming: "The food is in the pot, remember to eat it, and don't run around until you are fully recovered."

When the door closed, Gao Ming's eyes suddenly became clear, and he immediately stood up and turned on his computer.

He simply tidied up his clothes and appearance as he had several online interviews today.

Gao Ming determined his strengths and goals, simulated the corresponding questions and answers, and prepared very seriously until nine o'clock.

The video footage was finally connected. The first company Gao Ming chose was Motu Technology. The treatment at this company was average, but Gao Ming seemed to have seen it in a nightmare.

There were several people in the same batch who took part in the interview, and each of them had five minutes. Gao Ming specialized in horror and thriller games, and when it was his turn, he spoke with confidence.

“When players are in a dangerous environment and they don’t have the resources or ability to solve the threat, or even know what they are going to face, the anxiety, tension, and helplessness will eat away at them step by step.”

“Fear is a self-feeding emotion. We only need to trigger the players’ excessive imagination to slowly distort the facts and make them feel unprecedented stimulation both psychologically and physiologically.”

Gao Ming sat in front of the computer with his upper body straight, looking at the three interviewers on the screen. Two of them had already started looking at other people's resumes, and the third one picked up the coffee on the table.

"In order to create a top horror game, I also obtained a psychotherapist certificate and studied the weaknesses of the human heart more deeply."

Seeing that no one responded, Gao Ming took out his phone and clicked on a very simple game icon: "This is a horror game concept of mine, combining various weird and supernatural stories. I can upload it to you."

Looking up, the interviewer put down his coffee cup and reached out to Gao Ming.

"Each ghost story has corresponding special rules and solutions. It starts from a crowded and cramped rental house and slowly unfolds into an entire weird city of ghost stories. I designed a weird mother in the first act. When the closest people start to become abnormal..." Gao Ming didn't say anything else, because he saw that the director's hand did not click the mouse to accept the game file, but picked up the nail clippers on the table.

"I know you love horror games, but can you tell me how to make a quick profit from this game?" An interviewer stared at Gao Ming seriously: "How do advertisers place ads? What is your krypton gold growth system? What is the attraction for people to spend money?"

"Do you also want to spend real money on horror games?" Gao Ming is trying his best to create a sense of fear, but the company thinks that money makes the world go round.

"Will the crematorium burn you for free just because you make horror games? Will the cemetery be given away just because you love your dream? Wake up, even during the Ghost Festival, people still have to burn paper money to worship their ancestors."

(End of this chapter)