"If I'm guilty, I hope the police will arrest me instead of meeting you people to torture me!"

As soon as he arrived at the nightlight studio, Gao Ming heard Manager Gou's roar outside the door, and he glanced sideways into the room.

"The main beauty is at home on leave, the game planner is missing, and now even the special cat is lost!"

Manager Gou slapped the table hard, and the wig on his head was crooked: "What else can you do?" It's not me PUA you guys, it's you guys who are too explosive! ”

Operation Zhang Wang took a sip of coffee and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "The current situation of the studio is not a problem of one person, we are making horror games, you have to arrange for us to do love games, and it is normal for Mr. Xia and Wei Dayou to choose to leave." ”

"I don't want to give up this old face, and you still picked the investment you brought in?" Manager Gou patted his face: "People live with a skin, and trees live with a face!" I have hope for you, which is why I am willing to give you a chance! ”

"Are you saying the opposite?"

"Does it matter?!" Manager Gou angrily took off his wig and wiped the sweat on his head: "You call immediately, call Xia Yang back to me first!" ”

"His phone is off." Programmer Li Xie was a little helpless and secretly closed the recruitment website he was browsing.

"Turn off your phone, then go to his house and call him! Minor injuries do not get out of the line of fire! Manager Gou walked to Wei Dayou's workstation: "What about this?" Did you call the police? ”

"I can't contact Wei Dayou, but I won't call the police, right?" Li Xie felt that Manager Gou was really angry.

"To live to see people, to die to see corpses!" Manager Gou shouted: "I have been in the industry for more than 20 years, I can't believe that I would say these words in the company!" ”

After watching at the door for a long time, Gao Ming didn't see Xuanwen, he coughed a few times and pushed open the door of the studio: "Manager Gou, didn't anyone come to apply for planning today?" ”

Seeing Gao Ming come in, Manager Gou's already small hair fell out a few more: "When people are sleepy, someone sends pillows, when I am sleepy, why are there still people who are ready to rush into my house and set fire?" ”

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just asking, and the cat hasn't been lost." Gao Ming walked to Xia Yang's position very familiarly, and before he could start checking, there were hurried footsteps in the corridor again, and several police officers knocked on the glass door and entered the studio directly.

"We're from the Eastern District Bureau, and we'd like to ask you some questions." The policeman at the head took out a portrait: "Has Wei Dayou come back recently?" Who does he usually have a lot of contact with? ”

"The one who should come is not coming, and the one who shouldn't come is going in." Manager Gou greeted him: "We are also looking for Wei Dayou, he left me a letter of resignation, and then he never came to work, as if the world has evaporated." ”

"How's he mentally doing lately?"

"It's stable." Manager Gou smacked his lips: "It's very stable and crazy, it's a thing not to do, and you left me a message to save the world?" ”

"We want to have a good chat with you." The policeman and Manager Gou entered the back room, and Gao Ming did not know Xia Yang's computer password, so he could only find clues from other things in his workstation.

Xia Yang's paintings are extremely absurd, difficult for normal people to understand, and reveal a terrifying beauty. What he is best at is painting portraits, and each painting contains a strong emotion.

Flipping through a book, Gao Ming saw a lot of hand-drawn patterns, and Xia Yang drew all the ideas in his game.

"Xia Yang carefully read my game design plan, and many details were scrutinized and restored by himself."

Gao Ming rummaged for more than ten minutes, and everything on Xia Yang's workstation was normal, without any flaws.

"Looks like I'm going to have to go to his house for a while." Gao Ming was thinking about what to do next, and the police had already walked out of Manager Gou's house.

After the police left completely, Manager Gou waved his fist angrily: "It's ridiculous, although my employees are not successful one by one, they will not kill people and set fires!" It is estimated that it will be difficult to let them kill a chicken! ”

After scolding, Manager Gou looked at Gao Ming again, and he struggled for a long time before he reluctantly spoke: "Xiao Gao, I heard what Wei Dayou said about you, anyway, now that Dayou is missing, if you really have nowhere to stay, stay here first." ”

Without waiting for Gao Ming to speak, there was another knock on the door of the studio, and Xuan Wen appeared outside the door wearing a familiar set of clothes: "Is it the Night Light Studio?" ”

The gentle voice made people feel very comfortable, and everyone looked at her.

"Who are you looking for?" Manager Gou picked up the wig and put it back on.

"That's right, I'd like to ask you guys to help make a horror game, money is not an issue." Xuan Wen smiled and put a laptop on the table: "No matter the cost, you must let the most people play it in the shortest possible time." ”

The studio suddenly became silent, everyone didn't know what to react, Manager Gou slowly moved forward, saw the account information and game design plan on the computer, he even felt that he had encountered a fraudster?

"Xuanwen?" Gao Ming hurriedly ran over: "You ......"

"If I applied for a part-time job, I might not have a voice, so I borrowed some money." Xuan Wen's voice was very low: "I didn't use any bloody methods. ”

Looking at Xuan Wen's account information, Gao Ming took a breath, he estimated the time when the catastrophe came, Xuan Wen should never have thought about repaying the money: "What if the disaster doesn't come?" ”

Xuan Wen seemed to be a little surprised: "Aren't you and me a disaster?" ”

For a while, Gao Ming couldn't refute it, he wanted to say something, but was pushed away by the excited Manager Gou.

Xuan Wen was warmly welcomed, and the employees of the Night Light Studio also smiled.

Fate had an impact on Xuan Wen, but not much.

Manager Gou shouted words like no Ji Tailai in the house, and Gao Ming quietly left.

If Xia Yang is really backwater, then he must control the other party before Xia Yang clears more games.

……

After figuring out the address of Xia Yang's house, Gao Ming immediately set off, and in less than half an hour, he had already come to a single-family villa on the edge of Beicheng District.

Although the housing prices in the North District are not as exaggerated as those in the East District, it is certainly not easy for people who can afford villas.

"No wonder Xia Yang is so Buddhist at work, his family is in this realm, I'm afraid he works every day just to experience life, right?"

The villa area is very quiet, separated from the downtown area, and it feels like a paradise.

came to visit, Gao Ming prepared a set of rhetoric, but when he arrived at the door of Xia Yang's house, he found that the gate of his house was not closed, and various unfinished paintings were thrown in the yard.

"Teacher Xia?"

Gao Ming entered the interior of the villa, and the decoration here is full of art at best, and it looks distorted and depressing at worst.

I didn't feel the spread of shadows, but I still had the illusion of being dragged into the shadow world.

Moving his fingers towards the atrium, Takamei avoided the paper thrown on the ground and slowly walked to the living room.

The living room of more than 50 square meters is decorated with all kinds of incomprehensible paintings, strange lines and dazzling color combinations, forming a world that only a few people can understand.

"Xia Yang paints a world of shadows?"

Takamei had seen that world through the eyes of a blind man, full of nightmares and horrors.

"The blind man stayed in the dark and silent for decades to see that world, how did Xia Yang see it? Or did he imagine it? ”

The more he looked at those paintings, the more Gao Ming felt that Xia Yang was not normal, and the other party actually wanted to present the shadow world with a brush.

Most of the paintings were scrap, and Takamei walked all the way to the deepest part of the living room, where he looked at the living room wall.

On the white wall a few meters wide, Xia Yang painted a picture with red paint, and he painted the living room of his own house, which was extremely realistic, and there was a person sitting on the sofa in the living room.

As if sensing the gaze, the figure sitting on the sofa in the painting slowly turns his head, his expression is indifferent, and red paint is constantly flowing down his face.

"Xia Yang!"

(End of chapter)