Chapter 276: The Shape of Home
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 276: The Shape of Home

The cheap clock hanging above the couch ticked. Gao Ming’s heart would be affected whenever the clock needle moved. The middle-aged woman entered the kitchen. The smell of food floated in the home. When Gao Ming attended primary school, he often enjoyed a similar scent at home. His stomach grumbled. He stood in the middle of the living room and observed every corner of the apartment.

The uneven wooden table leaned against the wall. The old newspaper was stuck underneath the table legs. A flower-patterned tablecloth was draped over the table. Candies and apples were placed on the table to welcome the guests.

The little fatty held the bottle of soda, ran to the table and sneaked a piece of candy. He put it in his mouth. Then, he looked at the apple with desire.

“Everything is normal. Even the candies are the types that you can find on the market.”

The sun shone into the room. Gao Ming moved around and studied the calligraphy on the wall. They seemed to be written by Situ An. Every brush stroke was powerful and steady. The scent of food thickened. Gao Ming’s frown deepened. This was Situ An’s home, but it was completely different from what he had imagined. He couldn’t find anything absurd or strange.

“Is the home a location that can’t be tainted in the memory? Is it the only clean room in one’s murky life? Is there no danger at home? Only precious memory?”

Various questions dominated Gao Ming’s mind. Before he could figure things out, the kitchen curtain was pulled back. The middle-aged woman walked out, holding the cooked vegetables and ribs. The dishes were all home-cooked, but the fragrance was very alluring.

“Normally, he’d be home by now. Is he working overtime today?” The middle-aged woman placed the dishes on the table. “Don’t worry. I’ll call to ask.”

The woman came to the other end of the couch and pulled back the doily. There was a red landline underneath. Mobile phones were so common that Gao Ming hadn’t seen a landline phone in a long time already. The middle-aged woman picked up the speaker and di

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