Chapter 468 Fake Interview
Close the bathroom door and turn on the shower. The mist made the mirror hazy. He gradually couldn't see his body clearly, and his flesh and blood seemed to have melted into the mist.
The hot water washed over his skin, feeling comfortable and a little painful. He felt it all carefully and cleared his mind.
"Three punishments and wounded officials meet the sword of sheep, and four pillars are born without children. Everything in the world is fate, and it is not up to anyone to calculate it."
When the will no longer suppresses instinct, a high destiny is faintly visible Yueyue heard a voice. The voice did not appear in his mind, but was engraved in his bones and flesh and echoed in his blood.
"Gao Ming, the name we gave you has a special meaning... Your father and mother left early. After grandma leaves, you will be left alone. You have to be good. You must be well."
My heart felt stinging. Gao Ming looked at the blurry mirror. Through the mist, he seemed to have changed in the mirror. He was thin and withdrawn. Black words slowly grew on every inch of his skin. There were blessings, curses, and names. He seemed unwilling to forget anything. Those words were buried deeply in his flesh and blood. Gao Ming tried very hard to look at them, but he still couldn't see them clearly.
Breathing became rapid, and the water mist seemed to condense into a sea that was pressing downwards. Gao Ming's chest heaved, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger. He fell uncontrollably toward the mirror.
"Pa!"
"Gaoming? Gaoming!" There was a knock on the door, and Liu Yi decisively used violence to open the fragile bathroom door. She didn't care about the water stains on Gaoming's body at all. , supporting him: "Is it too boring here?"
"It's okay." Gao Ming's face was pale. There were fragments of mirrors scattered on the small sink. The thick mist made his body instinctively feel terrified, as if he had been completely swallowed by the fog.
Liu Yi wrapped a bath towel around Gao Ming and helped him to the bedside. He first dried Gao Ming's cheeks and hair, and then ran into the bathroom to clean up the floor.
"Hurry up and put on your pajamas, don't catch a cold." Liu Yi poked his head out of the bathroom, his eyebrows filled with worries about his life. The person he loved most escaped death, but when he returned home, he , but it shows all kinds of strange things.
The trembling fingers slowly recovered. Gao Ming didn't know why he was so afraid of the fog. He tried hard to recall the self in the mirror: "I once carved everything on my flesh?"
Twenty minutes later, Liu Yi returned to the house after taking out the trash. She also looked very tired.
"Sorry, I couldn't help you." The men's pajamas exuded the scent of washing powder. Liu Yi had been waiting for the day when Gao Ming came back, but this made Gao Ming feel that he should do something for Liu Yi.
"It is the greatest luck to me that you can come back." Liu Yi took out the hair dryer and sat next to Gao Ming.
After changing his clothes, Gao Ming did not hesitate anymore. He picked up the hair dryer and began to patiently dry Liu Yi's hair.
With his eyes closed, this ordinary scene is one that Liu Yi has fantasized about many times: "Isn't it nice to be like this now."
The night is getting darker, and the wind is blowing. The two people with dried hair lay on both sides of the bed. Liu Yi looked at Gao Ming's "bewildered" face and said with a smile: "I put the thin quilt in the middle. Let's both sleep well. Don't think about the mess." .”
"Yeah."
The lights in room 401 were like touched shy grass, closing in the darkness. Gao Ming couldn't sleep at all, but Liu Yi was just the opposite, sleeping extremely solidly and peacefully.
The minute hand moved around and around, Gao Ming heard the slight sound of grinding his teeth and vague words in his sleep. He looked beside him. Liu Yi was lying next to him defenselessly. She didn't know When he kicked off the quilt, his face looked like that of an innocent child. "Is this the real her?"
……
At 6:50 in the morning, the alarm clock rang. When Liu Yi woke up, she found that one of her legs was pressed against Gao Ming's tight back, and her arm was holding Gao Ming's head. The quilt between them had been kicked away by her, and Gao Ming was Being squeezed into a corner.
Seeing that Gao Ming was still "sleeping soundly", Liu Yi got up gently to wash up, then prepared breakfast, finishing everything on time at 7:30.
Wearing a professional attire, she gently pushed Gao Ming: "The rice is in the pot, remember to eat it, and don't run around until you are completely fine."
The door closed and Gao Ming looked in his eyes. It became clear in an instant, and he immediately stood up and turned on his computer.
He simply tidied up his clothes and appearance. Today he will participate in several online interviews.
After determining his own strengths and goals and simulating corresponding questions and answers, Gao Ming prepared very seriously until nine o'clock.
The video was finally connected. The first company Gao Ming chose was Motu Technology. This company’s pay was average, but Gao Ming seemed to have seen it in his nightmares.
There were several people in the same group who participated in the interview. Everyone had five minutes. Gao Ming specialized in horror and thriller games. When it was his turn, he spoke with confidence.
“When the player is in a dangerous environment, and he does not have the resources and ability to solve the threat, or even knows what he is going to face, the feeling of anxiety, tension and helplessness will It will swallow them up step by step.”
“Fear is a self-feeding emotion. We only need to trigger the players’ excessive imagination to slowly distort the facts, making them feel unprecedented psychologically and physically. ”
Gao Ming straightened his upper body and sat in front of the computer, looking at the three interviewers on the screen. Two of them had already started to read other people's resumes, and the third one picked up the coffee on the table.
“In order to create a top-notch horror game, I also obtained a certificate as a psychotherapist and studied the weaknesses of the human heart more deeply.”
Seeing no one replying, Gao Ming took out his mobile phone. , clicked on a very simple game icon: "This is a horror game idea of mine, which combines various ghost stories and supernatural stories. I can upload it to you."
Looking up, the interviewer looked up. Put down the coffee cup and reach out towards Gao Ming.
“Each ghost story has its own special rules and solutions. Starting from a crowded and cramped rental house, it slowly unfolds into a whole strange city of ghost stories. I designed a strange mother in the first act. The people closest to him began to become abnormal..." Gao Ming stopped talking because he saw the director's hand did not click the mouse to accept the game file, but picked up the nail clippers on the table.
"I know your love for horror games, but can you tell me how this game can make money quickly?" An interviewer stared at Gao Ming seriously: "How do advertisers place ads? Your krypton gold growth system What is it? What is the attraction for money? "
"Do you also want money for horror games?" Gao Ming is trying his best to create a sense of fear, but the company thinks that money can make things worse. .
"Will the crematorium burn you for free because you make a horror game? Will the cemetery be given away because of your love for dreams? Wake up, even worshiping ancestors during the Ghost Festival I still have to burn paper money.”
(End of this chapter)