Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Expedition [2]

"We’re here. Everyone off the bus."

The ride took longer than expected. Despite the Guild’s reassurances, word of the anomaly had already begun to spread, and people were starting to abandon their homes.

This resulted in quite a bit of traffic forming.

"Uwa..."

"My back is sore. That took way longer than I expected."

"I hope we get to rest a bit. I feel like my back is killing me."

Coming out of the bus, I could hear the complaints of the other members as I calmly walked out of the bus and looked around.

A wide street stretched out before me, lined on both sides with identical houses, each with a triangular roof, a driveway, and two stories. Each house had a well-maintained garden, and several people in uniform appeared by the door of each house.

They were all holding onto notepads, and each wore sunglasses.

’Are they from the bureau?’

They didn’t look like they belonged to the Guild, which made this the only explanation that I could think of.

Looking back, I could also see the other buses arrive.

The place started to become even rowdier.

"Where is the support team? If there’s anyone from the support team, come here."

Shouting was the same man from before as he raised his hand while looking around. I scratched the back of my head before walking over to him.

Spotting me, he paused.

"You’re from the support team?"

"...Yes."

"Okay, wait here."

He looked around and waved his hand again.

"Where is the support team? If there’s anyone from the support team, come here."

He continued to shout the same phrase over and over again, and by the time several minutes had passed, five people had gathered. They were composed of two girls and three guys. The girls both had shoulder-length hair, differing from brown to black, while the guys all had short black hair. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

Their faces... weren’t anything to praise, but they didn’t look bad as they all seemed to know each other.

I was probably the only one who wasn’t familiar with the others.

"Since everyone is here, follow me. I need you all to check up on the subjects before we release them."

Subjects?

I was confused, but I nonetheless followed as we were brought directly to one of the houses.

The agent from the bureau standing by the entrance merely glanced at us before letting us in.

"This place is not bad at all."

"...Looks even better than my place."

"Right?"

Overhearing their conversation, I looked around. Well... it was better than my dorm, that was for sure. Although it had nothing fancy, it had all the necessities. From a large TV to a sofa, and flowers.

Looking around, I felt a little envious.

’When can I get a house like this?’

I could technically buy one when the money came in from the games, but unfortunately, I needed the money to buy shop items and fragments.

’Now that I think about it, I still haven’t checked the Second Order shop.’

Now that I was a Second Order, I could access it.

I wasn’t in a rush, though.

I was... in a bit of a financial crisis at the moment.

"Y-you will really... let me go if I do this? Are you... sure? You’re not lying, right?"

Walking past the living room and into the kitchen area, two people appeared before us. One was a man wearing an orange jumpsuit, while the other was another agent from the bureau.

As if noticing our presence, they both looked in our direction.

"You’ve finally arrived."

The agent turned towards the man in the jumpsuit and said, "You stay here. I’ll be going out for a few minutes. Don’t even think about escaping. The moment you do the deal is off."

Then, without looking back, he left for the living room as we followed behind.

Eventually coming to a stop, he handed a file to the Team Leader.

"His name is Jason Fingler. He’s forty-eight years old, and he’s the man I’d like you all to check on. Although he looks harmless, he’s killed seven women in total."

Killed seven people?

I blinked my eyes and thought back to the appearance of the man in the jumpsuit.

He was neither charming nor handsome. With his lanky frame, bald patch at the back of his head, graying hair, and round, wire-framed glasses, he didn’t look like someone who could harm a fly.

’It doesn’t even look like he could kill a fly.’