Ghost Story Game Designer
"Good morning."
Gao Ming certainly wasn't acting like an ordinary person. Despite seeing the blood and wounds, he hadn't fled. Instead, he had blocked the exit.
His sudden greeting startled Wei Dayou so badly that he lost his grip on his phone, dropping it straight onto the floor.
"Gao Ming?" Wei Dayou edged backward until he had nowhere left to go.
"What were you going to call and tell me?" Gao Ming waved his phone, smiling as though greeting a friend he hadn't seen in ages. But that very smile terrified Wei Dayou.
"Did you kill them? I saw it!" Wei Dayou hurriedly picked up his phone and kept his distance from Gao Ming.
"How could I possibly do something like that?" Gao Ming stopped and touched his face. There was nothing frightening about him. Showing up at the studio before dawn was just a little suspicious, that was all.
"Just after midnight on the Ghost Festival, a masked butcher entered the apartment building where I lived. He made everyone answer ten questions about death. Anyone who couldn't answer died!"
"And then?"
"I was the only one who survived, because I knew the answers. The questions that killer asked were exactly the same as the death quiz you designed in your game!" Wei Dayou grew agitated, his voice rising steadily. Veins bulged on his neck, and his face flushed red.
"We've known each other for years. We often discuss games at night and share all kinds of ideas. I've always thought of you as my best friend, and the person who understands me best." Gao Ming walked toward Wei Dayou, one step at a time. "If I told you I didn't kill them, would you believe me?"
Staring into Gao Ming's calm eyes, Wei Dayou clenched