"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.,With a grunt, he shoved the bedroom door open. The chains rattled ominously. A row of unfamiliar yet familiar faces, wearing unsettling smiles, stared straight at Gao Ming!,Before Gao Ming locked his parents in the bedroom, they had never reacted so violently. This just happened to show that Gao Ming was about to clear the little game he designed.。