Gao Ming was very curious about the abilities of Xia Yang's Posthumous Photograph. From the information he currently had, it seemed capable of copying other photographs and depicting blood-red buildings.
Because of Xia Yang's final sacrifice, Gao Ming no longer dared to use this black-and-white photograph casually. He worried that the more he relied on it, the greater Xia Yang's influence over him would become.
"He just won't stop haunting me. Still, he seems to be trying to fight fate too."
Gao Ming had no desire to pass judgment on Xia Yang. He left the paintings and money in the villa untouched, taking only Xia Yang's theories about the games from the storage room, along with the administrator account for the Deadwater Forum.
The greatest future threat had been eliminated ahead of time. This time, Gao Ming would build the platform himself and guide those horror game players.
After cleaning up the traces he had left behind, Gao Ming took another taxi to Nightlight Studio in the North City District.
Compared with his first visit, the atmosphere in the studio had swung to the opposite extreme. It was like being wheeled straight from the ICU into a nightclub. Manager Gou personally poured Xuan Wen a cup of coffee, enthusiastically promoting Nightlight Studio.
"President Xuan, you truly have an eye for talent. Our studio is the best in the industry at making horror games, and every one of our employees is the cream of the crop." Wearing a wig, Manager Gou stood beside Xuan Wen. "Our lead artist, Mr. Xia Yang, has won international art awards. Two words describe him—fucking amazing! Just look at his work. You couldn't capture this feeling without a ten-year history of mental illness. You won't find art like this anywhere on the market!"
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