Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 713 Thirteenth
Ear-piercing screams came from the deep foundation pit beneath their feet. This was where the new Municipal Council Building was being built in the 13th District. The construction had not yet begun, but the huge deep foundation pit was already filled with stinking corpses.

Flies and insects were flying around, and living people were constantly pushed into the deep pit on one side of the passage. Most of their bodies were incomplete, and it was obvious that they had suffered horrible torture before coming here.

Across the deep foundation pit, in the high-rise building next to it, an oval conference table was placed in the center of the thirteenth floor, with thirteen chairs placed evenly around it.

"It has been confirmed that the people who entered the city this time were not travelers. They must have infiltrated from another city."

There was a person sitting on each chair. They were dressed differently, as if they came from different regions and followed different customs. But they had one thing in common: their left hands were locked together with an iron box. They looked like prisoners, or as if they were voluntarily imprisoned and were exchanging their freedom for something.

"In less than a week since the warning was issued, violent conflicts have broken out in all 13 blocks, except for our 13th block, the first block, the second block, and the fourth block. These outsiders seem to be very good at causing conflicts and confrontations, fanning the flames everywhere. They are really a bunch of trouble."

"We need to kill them all as quickly as possible."

"We can't even find him, how can we kill him? Only District 13 is doing this seriously. The other districts are only concerned about themselves. Some of them are even cooperating with outsiders. They are willing to join forces with them even though they know that the other party's identity is questionable."

“There’s not enough interest to get them to make a move.”

"These short-sighted guys don't know how terrible outsiders are."

The screams penetrated the glass, and countless voices mixed together, and could be faintly heard even on the tall buildings.

"Based on the principle of rather killing innocent people than letting them go, many of those killed were actually citizens, and we all know this." Someone at the parliamentary table thought for a long time and then said, "Are those outsiders really that scary? If this continues, I'm afraid we will be the first to get into trouble."

The thirteenth floor fell silent, and everyone looked at the speaker. Finally, the person sitting at the front of the conference table put down his pen and said, "According to the information I received, right now, in this conference room, one of our thirteen representatives has been replaced."

The whole place was silent, and the already fragile trust between them was easily shattered.

"Now, do you still think they are not scary?"

No one spoke again, as they were all afraid that the fire would burn themselves. Some picked up pens and wrote something, some read the documents on the table, some looked at the citizens who were killed, and there was also a congressman with a handsome and strange appearance, who was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman. He stared at the iron box in his left hand, his fingertips touching the iron chain.

"The first shrine must belong to the Bureau of Investigation, so that the power between us and the ghost story players can be rebalanced."

...Tzu Chi is a charitable organization founded under the advocacy of Councillor Tzu Mei. It stands out in the metropolis full of gangs. Tzu Chi advocates redemption, dedication and equality. It has no armed forces and is best at sit-in demonstrations and treating injuries.

Almost all the core members of Tzu Chi can treat illnesses. Although they do not have a medical license, they know many folk remedies. Many poor people who cannot afford medicine will seek help from them, and those who are not killed by the treatment have all been successfully "cured".

During some festivals, Tzu Chi would distribute porridge and warm clothes. This was just a simple show, but for those who had nowhere to go in this city, they were undoubtedly the last ray of light. Even if they had bad intentions and other purposes, at least the porridge in their stomachs was real and the clothes on their bodies were warm.

The gangs turned a blind eye to the existence of Tzu Chi, allowing them to operate in various blocks of the city. They also strictly restricted their size and only allowed them to make donations but not to ask for anything in return.

Councillor Tzu-Mei is also a well-deserved ruthless person. She leaves evidence and evidence of her crimes in various neighborhoods in exchange for the support of those gangs and maintain the operation of Tzu Chi.

Essentially, Tzu Mei and Li Sansi are both in debt, planning an extremely bright future for the gangs, making those gangs feel that they can swallow up Tzu Chi completely, and then mortgaging Tzu Chi many times, making multiple gangs their creditors, making them wary of each other, and no one dares to act recklessly. After all, if Tzu Chi is destroyed, all the initial investments will go down the drain.

To be able to do this, Ci Mei is not a simple person. She is willing to take advantage of everything and has no moral bottom line. This woman is crazier than anyone can imagine.

"Let me introduce you briefly. This is Father Li Sansi, the priest of the Tzu Chi Church in the Third Block. He was once a lost man, tortured by fear and hatred in countless dark nights, until one day he met Councillor Tzu Mei. The brief conversation became a turning point in his life. He heard the truth with his ears, and he was no longer bathed in light, no longer in pain, and no longer lost."

Tzu Chi staff made way for Gao Ming, who was wearing a black priest's coat, and walked onto the makeshift stage.

The Tzu Chi Church in the third block is very small, but because it is close to the slums, there are many Tzu Chi believers, and the small church is surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside, making it impossible to get in or out.

"We have black eyes and live in darkness. We should have died in the darkness, but these eyes saw the light one day. Every word of Councillor Ci Mei reflects my broken heart, makes me see my own ugliness, and also gives me new life. Now I come here with that light, hoping that more people can see her and be illuminated by her." Gao Ming is the owner of the Dream Shrine. His words contain some unclear rules that silently influence the listeners.

Now it is Ci Mei who represents light, but what if Ci Mei "disappears" one day?
The piety of the believers made Gao Ming realize one thing: the less you have, the more you desire something. Although the people living in this dark city are accustomed to the rules of darkness, they still yearn for light deep in their hearts.

"This is a distorted world, and I will try to correct those mistakes."

The sentence after Gao Ming was not in the speech, and his voice received a warm response from those poor believers.

Behind the stage, Jia Youzhi, wearing an ill-fitting clerical coat, stroked his beard and listened to the deafening voices: "It's terrible. It seems that the gangs in the Third Street District were right to restrict Tzu Chi from entering. They will turn all the poor people struggling on the line between life and death in the slums into monsters."

(End of this chapter)