The chat erupted in laughter—
'Hahahahaha, this looks so professional...'
'You might as well not tell Lotus CEO, hahahaha.'
'This is too absurd, hahahahahaha.'
'Sheng Zige: What I mean is, from now on, you'd better sleep with one eye on guard and the other on watch.'
'Lotus CEO's dumplings are about to fly off from anger.'
'What absolute bastards. How could there be such an asshole agency?'
'So your whole job is to put pressure on the homeowners, huh?'
'So this game has players identify what kind of ghost it is?'
'A form of horror game I never imagined before.'
'Golden Wind is making a very new kind of game.'
'A horror comedy game, huh...'
'...'
As waves of laughing comments drifted by, the trailer continued—
"...Of course, aside from reporting the ghost type to you, the most important thing is discussing our losses."
"Losses?"
Shen Miaomiao's frazzled expression was performed flawlessly. Ever since Gu Sheng became the game director, she had often found herself staring blankly at those outrageous sales figures:
"What losses?"
"I left a few things in your house when I, uh—ran away,"
At that, Gu Sheng gave an awkward grin, but quickly glossed over it:
"If you happened to find a camera, a UV flashlight, or something like that... please mail them back to me. Cash on delivery is fine."
As he spoke, Gu Sheng tore a page from his notebook and handed it to Shen Miaomiao.
Shen Miaomiao hesitantly accepted the address. She opened her mouth, seemingly finding Gu Sheng a little abnormal:
"Uh... can I... talk to your colleagues? I saw that three of you came together yesterday, right?"
"Oh, right, I was just about to tell you about that,"
Gu Sheng tapped his head with a finger:
"There are two corpses in your