Chapter 102: We've Been Dead
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 102: We've Been Dead

The fighting sound ceased once Gao Ming left the security room. The supermarket was silent. The stillness unsettled Gao Ming. Perhaps it was because he had died many times, he felt connected to death. Gao Ming couldn’t tell what was wrong. He slowly bent down. His eyes got used to the darkness. He signalled Zhu Suisui and the bespectacled newbie to wait inside the security room.

Gao Ming perked up his ears and heard a strange sound. He adjusted his body and moved to look at the light. There was someone standing at the cashier. The wet hair stuck to her face. The hair covered her eyes and nose. It only revealed her purplish lips. She stared at the monitor and would occasionally tap a few buttons. The woman wore the shop uniform. Her body shivered from the cold. Her skin was abnormally white.

The scent of wine floated into Gao Ming’s nose. He slowly moved forward and moved his head. On the top of the shelf, an old man’s head was crushed under wine bottles. His body was stuck to the ladder. Gao Ming closed the security room door. Gao Ming knew the two would not be of help, so he wanted them to stay out of it.

The bottle rolled on the ground. An old lady with a black umbrella moved between the shelves. Across from her was an OL holding a food box and a drink.

The snacks were scattered to the ground. A fat kid’s head poked out. He wore a ship captain’s hat, and toy binoculars hung around his neck. He didn’t mind that the floor was dirty. He seemed to have no friends as he played with himself. Gao Ming felt everything was moving towards him. He heard the water gushing at him.

A customer near the supermarket entrance slammed into the shelf. A knife was stabbed into his shoulder. The shelf shook a few times. All the customers moved their heads slowly. The eyes soaked in water moved around as they stared at the entrance. As more dirty water dripped from their bodies, the drown customers slid towards the entrance. The sharp knife stabbed into the door. The supermarket’s two doors were shut. No one could escape this plac

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