Horror Game Designer

"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.,Hurriedly approaching the security door of the living room, Gao Ming peered through the cat's eye. The hallway was no longer pitch black, a dim yellow light flickering on and off, as if foreshadowing Gao Ming's departure from somewhere.,The Raincoat Man didn't even utter a word. Gao Ming took the initiative to invite him, and then limped over to the food on the hot meal table.。