"What are we supposed to play?" As a game designer, Wei Dayou knew NPCs very well, but he wasn't sure Gao Ming meant the same thing he had in mind.
"A ghost story game can't have nothing but ghosts and horror. It also needs teammates who hold everyone back, guides, innocent victims, and bit players who connect the plot. I'll give you new identities and let you play them to your hearts' content in the ghost story games I design." Gao Ming's voice reached everyone's ears clearly.
"You're going to bring strange tales into reality? You're going to personally make all those game concepts you designed happen in real life???" Wei Dayou had read Gao Ming's game proposals. They were so terrifying that merely describing some of the plots frightened him, never mind having them actually unfold around him. "Other people achieve their dreams, but you're fucking turning dreams into reality!"
"Is there a difference? Besides, they were going to happen anyway. I'm just adding a few artistic touches." Gao Ming explained things as simply as he could. Even if he did nothing, disaster would still strike. His intervention could actually save more people and help identify players with greater potential.
"Go back inside and do your math homework!" Zhang Ding grabbed Zhang Fendou by his clothes and put him behind himself. "Sorry. Please continue."
"I want to play a captain! I want to join you, too!" Lifted off the ground, Zhang Fendou waved his arms and struggled in midair.
"Stay out of grown-up business. I packed a ton of practice questions for you at Hande Private Academy." Zhang Ding shut Zhang Fendou inside the supermarket. "You're not coming out until you get a passing grade!"
After Zhang Fendou's little disruption, the living people across the street became a little