Strange game designer.

Chapter 469: Real Interview

The interviewer from Motu Technology was very impolite in his speech, perhaps this was also a test of the interviewee's ability to withstand pressure.

Gao Ming, who had been in a coma for several months, encountered this situation for the first time. As he seldom dealt with people, he remained silent. He was not a person who liked to refute, and in his dreams he usually took action directly.

"You have great potential to make horror games, and your passion will fuel your success. It's a pity that our company doesn't need talents like you for the time being. I'm sorry." Another interviewer spoke very tactfully, but his meaning was very direct. Gao Ming's first interview ended.

"I originally wanted to make some of the fragmentary memories in my nightmares, but it seems that these game companies will never fund me." Gao Ming was not discouraged. He interviewed several companies in a row in the morning, but was rejected by all of them.

After reliable jobs were ruled out, Gao Ming looked at his own list of options. To be honest, he had never heard of many of the professions on the list before.

"This haunted house recruits night shift workers with high wages. The management said they are not busy at night, so I can still have time to do my own things."

Following the instructions, Gao Ming found the website of Hanjiang New Century Park. After entering the information, he was invited into a video room.

The room with the worn wooden table looked a little eerie. Dummies with missing limbs were piled in the corner, with unopened bottles of paint next to them.

"Hello, is anyone there?" Gao Ming spoke into the microphone. After a moment, the video camera moved and he saw a rag doll hanging on the corner of the table. The little doll seemed to be trying hard to climb onto the table, but because of Gao Ming's gaze,

It didn't dare to move and began to pretend to be dead.

"Strange, why do I feel like a rag doll is pretending to be dead?" Holding his chin, Gao Ming opened his eyes wide and stared at the screen. He felt cold sweat on the rag doll's forehead.

A few seconds later, the door opened and a neatly dressed middle-aged man entered the room. He saw the computer camera was turned on and said helplessly: "You still want to interview someone else?"

He didn't know who he was talking to. He reached out and picked up the little doll hanging on the table, as if he was holding a cat by the scruff of the neck, and held it in his arms.

"Hello, I'm the foreman of our haunted house, you can just call me Lao Zhou." Compared with those high-ranking interviewers from big companies, Lao Zhou seems very down-to-earth and friendly.

"Hello, Brother Zhou, I want to interview for the night shift..."

"Night shift?" Lao Zhou was a little surprised: "It's okay, it's okay, just continue."

"I have sent you my basic information. I also have some understanding of horror and thriller." Gao Ming began to talk about his own strengths.

"Your horoscope can be used as a knife on paper, which is a perfect match for us. I also hope you can join us, but there are two things I want to ask." Lao Zhou put his hands on the table and approached the computer camera: "First, what level of horror stimulation can your body withstand?"

Recalling the nightmare he had when he was unconscious, Gao Ming replied with certainty: "To any extent."

"Wow, good fellow." Lao Zhou was very satisfied: "Then the second question is the most crucial one. You must answer it truthfully. Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, Gao Ming's fingers involuntarily flexed and clenched into fists, and he nodded: "Believe it."

"That's a shame. There are no ghosts in this world." Old Zhou said with regret: "Our haunted house uses the latest technology. The atmosphere and ghosts are very real. People who don't believe in evil will be shaken when they come in. If you believe in ghosts, it's easy to put yourself in it."

After reading Gao Ming's information, Lao Zhou looked at him with a complicated expression: "He is indeed a rare talent, but I cannot break the rules for you. Let's do this. Pay attention to your phone recently. When your boss comes back, I will ask him. If he agrees, I will contact you." "Your boss?"

"He's on a business trip out of town."

Nowadays, information transmission is so convenient that it only takes a phone call, so Gao Ming thought that what Lao Zhou said was almost the same as a polite refusal.

"Okay." Gao Ming also understood the other party's concerns. After all, his condition was really bad. If something happened in the haunted house, others would be held responsible.

"You must keep your phone on at all times. Our boss can't contact you, so he might come to your house directly. He's capable of anything."

Gao Ming didn't take it seriously at all. He exited the video and tried a few more interviews. Some of them asked him to provide a mental certificate, and some asked him to go to an abandoned alley for an interview at midnight. It was like a prank. The more interviews he took, the more tired he felt.

“Is it so hard to find a job now?”

There was only one remaining job in Gao Ming's notebook filled with alternative jobs - recruiting internal testers for Yongsheng Pharmaceutical's brain-domain game.

This recruitment does not require an interview. You only need to fill in the information and register online. Qualified persons will receive a notification and go to Yongsheng Pharmaceuticals for an offline interview.

"I can't find the template online. It is said that everyone receives a different test form." Gao Ming patiently filled in all the information. Because he had failed in all the previous interviews, he was particularly serious this time.

"The next step is to wait for notification. You can earn money by participating in the brain game test. My brain has been ravaged by nightmares, so it must be very durable."

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Ming, who was still working on his research, suddenly heard a knock on the door. He didn't think that anyone would look for him at this time. Many bad images flashed through his mind. The horror in the nightmare instantly stimulated every nerve in his body. Grabbing the fruit knife, Gao Ming lowered his body and tensed his muscles.

He didn't make any sound and came to the door quietly: "Who's outside?"

No one responded, and Gao Ming became even more nervous. He hid the fruit knife behind him and slowly turned the door lock.

The door was opened a crack, and Gao Ming saw a furry little kitten meowing and running on the ground with its short legs.

"cat?"

The kitten seemed a little scared of Gao Ming and ran away from him to the corridor where Liu Yi, carrying two bags of vegetables and meat, was hiding.

"I'm leaving get off work early today." Seeing the kitten exposed herself, Liu Yi came out with a smile: "You said before that you would get a cat when you moved to a bigger house, but I think we can still get a cat even if we don't move to a bigger house. This little guy was given to me by a friend, and he's so clingy."

Liu Yi came back early because she was worried about Gao Ming, and she gave Gao Ming a kitten in the hope that it could stay with him at home.

"Give it a name." Liu Yi walked to the door and saw the kitten running around her shoes.

"How about Fa Cai?" Gao Ming blurted out the name. His heart skipped a beat. "In that nightmare, I seemed to have two very strong fighters. One was called Fa Cai, and I can't remember the other one."

(End of this chapter)