Chapter 155: Second Class
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 155: Second Class

Ji Jie’s thoughts were simple. Last night, when Gao Ming was being chased by a group of students, the students all ran away when they saw him. Therefore, this proved that he was much stronger than Gao Ming. Gao Ming almost lost his cool when he heard Ji Jie’s warning. His facial muscles twitched as he tried to maintain his composure.

“If you’re scared, you can show it. Don’t need to keep it in.” Ji Jie had just experienced the scariest night. He was getting used to the fearful expressions appearing around him.

“Then, you better be careful.” Gao Ming slowly moved to the side. As a psychiatrist, he quickly adjusted his expression.

“Such hubris.” Zuo Jun was familiar with the things Situ An’s rules had done to these investigations. Normal people couldn’t be their match. Last night, the headquarters had started to send in new reinforcements. As more investigators arrived, Situ An would gain more teachers under his rules. Situ An’s rules would slowly take over the school rules.

Even though the situation in Class 13 was slightly complicated, everything was as Situ An planned.

The investigators with the teacher’s ID fully ignored Ji Jie and Gao Ming. They only followed the rules as they worked together to capture the ghosts that had been voted out. Strangely enough, the students showed zero resistance after they were detained. Gao Ming narrowed his eyes. He studied for a while and realised that the secret lay in the teacher’s ID. The thin ID had the investigator’s face on the front and Situ An’s bloody picture on the back. As Gao Ming stared at Situ An’s picture, Situ An’s eyes in the picture moved and glanced at Gao Ming.

“Situ An’s consciousness is hidden in every teacher’s ID?!” Gao Ming contemplated this. “Does this mean I can kill Situ An by killing everyone who has the teacher’s ID? Or can I use the IDs to find Situ An’s location?”

Situ An was hiding somewhere in the school. Gao Ming had no idea what the man looked like. Whenever he thought of Situ An, the death memories in his heart would pierce him. His pas

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