I felt dazed as I read it, with a strange, indescribable feeling.
I couldn't quite figure out what was wrong.
Just then, Mom knocked on the door and called from outside, telling me to come eat.
I put down the file and left my room, still puzzled.
"What's wrong, big bro?" My little sister reached out and poked my forehead.
I frowned. Her poke didn't bother me, but she giggled and poked me twice more.
I dodged her hand and picked up my rice bowl. "Nothing. I was thinking about work."
"Oh. Didn't you already sign the contract?" My sister picked up some food and asked through a mouthful.
"The contract's signed, but there are other things to take care of," I replied.
My sister nodded.
"Don't work too hard," Mom advised. "You're thinking about this stuff even on your day off. Get some rest."
"It's fine. I know my limits." I nodded.
After dinner, I went back to my room and looked at the file again. I read through the text but couldn't find anything suspicious. Still, that feeling of something stuck in my throat made me very uncomfortable.
I opened my laptop, plugged in the USB drive, and listened to the recording again. Then I opened the game video Xiaomi had uploaded.
When the video file opened, the first thing I saw was the interface.
The official version of Search · Spirit used a gray-black color scheme, a common style for horror games. The right half of the screen showed an apartment building, while the left half had a list of options. Rain pattered in the background, punctuated by occasional thunder. Flashes of lightning flickered across the screen. The graphics were a little rough, but the atmosphere was excellent.
The test version didn't have nearly as many bells