Wax figure!

Su Bai thinks that the only possibility is this.

If you look closely, the head is not perfect, and you can see traces of subtle adjustment and bonding between your temples and facial features.

And this face is too perfect, not even pores.

After knowing that it was fake, he breathed a little relieved.

"But the owner here's hobbies are a little strange. He even deliberately keeps this realistic wax figure as a collection..."

He didn't continue to worry about this, and turned around and walked to other rooms to continue looking for clues.

But what he didn't notice was that after he left, the head's eyeball in the glass cabinet suddenly turned strangely, and slowly looked in the direction where he left...

After a moment.

Su Bai, who returned to the second floor, fell into deep thought.

Because he searched all over the place but couldn't find the figures of the four people left.

Whether it is a living person or a corpse, it seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

"There are no other exits underground here. Are these people really eaten by ghosts? Or am I too sensitive just now? In fact, the ones who went out were real people?"

This is not very likely.

"There is another possibility... they are trapped in some invisible place in this ruin."

He immediately thought of the strange hallucination of ghosts hitting the wall.

"If that ghost hitting the wall is not entirely an illusion, but a key to another world..."

And Shen Suxian and his group were trapped in that inner world and could not escape.

"In other words, does the correct way need to be closed to see..."

This may be a bit risky, but since he has arrived here, he has no reason to give up halfway.

Moreover, he can escape from the illusion again at any time to ensure his absolute safety.

After careful consideration, Su Bai silently closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him changed drastically.

The original dilapidated ruins disappeared, replaced by a villa that is still well preserved.

You can even see the remaining murals on the walls. I vaguely remember that they are all famous paintings from the old era, although they may be imitations.

Originally, not far ahead, the place leading to the first floor stairs was blocked by a thick wall. There was a corridor leading to the depths of darkness on both sides, and it was invisible at first sight, which was extremely strange.

"really……"

"The inner world."

Su Bai took a deep breath and walked straight to the depths of the corridor on his left.

Since the ghost here insists on trapping himself here, he wants to see what will be waiting for him.

After walking for a while, he estimated that fifteen minutes later, the corridor still had no end, as if it was endless.

Sometimes a false door with spider webs appeared on both sides.

After pushing open the door and entering, you can see that the furniture inside is actually intact and covered with white cloth, but it looks very old and stained with dust.

But after a brief search, he found a page of diary under one of the white cloths that seemed to have been torn off.

It was written in Chinese from the old era, intermittently, and the sentences were a little confused. It seemed that when the master wrote it down, there were some irreversible problems in his spirit.

"July 21, light rain."

"Mr. Hu is back today. I'm very happy. This is his fourth time here this month. But this time he brought two strange men and said they were business guests and asked me to help take care of them."

"I don't like this very much. But he said that for our future and the future of the company, we must be patient..."

"I'm a little scared..."

The diary came to an abrupt end here.

After all, there is only one page.

But after he searched, he found that every few rooms, he would find such a torn diary page.

“On April 19th, the weather is clear.”

"I went back to my hometown today. My parents and brothers lived in a new house built with the money I sent back, but they didn't want me to come in. But I wasn't angry, I believe everything I did was worth it. Even if the people in the village were pointing at me, I knew it was just that they were jealous of me..."

"I also saw someone splashing the words "Missary to die" on the wall of my hometown with red paint, which made me very angry. Who made it? I will never forgive her!!"

“On November 7th, heavy rain.”

"Mr. Hu personally agreed to me today. He said he would divorce the yellow-faced woman and be with me. I am very happy. It was my love that moved him, and he would never abandon me..."

“January 11, cloudy.”

"He has not divorced yet. It must be because I have not done well enough... I have to try my best to keep him by my side. I must not lose such a wonderful life... I have to think of a way... I want to think of a way..."

“On February 10th, heavy rain.”

"He hasn't seen me for more than a month... Are he tired of me? Is he not doing well enough? I want to try that method... No matter what the price is, I have only it..."

These diaries became more and more impatient and restless as time spans, and the lines seemed to reveal the hostess' fear of being abandoned.

Even later, he gradually became a little crazy.

No wonder the so-called "Mr. Hu" came to this room less and less in his diary. Instead, she talked to herself like a madman, which made people feel a little chilling.

It’s just strange that these diaries were intact at first, but what was found later was all fragments, as if they could be torn apart by something.

The last piece of paper that I found that could distinguish the handwriting was written in a sloppy font.

"It's coming to me..."

The last stroke of the word is very long, as if when writing it down, the mood fluctuates greatly, and may be suffering from unimaginable fearful events.

He was puzzled and kept these contents in his heart for the time being and continued to grop and move forward.

During this process, he had encountered several forks and corners, and he chose to go straight without hesitation.

But just as he was about to continue moving forward, he passed by the door of a room on his left and heard a faint intermittent cry from the girl inside. In this dead environment, he was inexplicably terrifying and strange.

However, Su Bai felt that the voice was unexpectedly familiar and thought about it carefully.

"Lin Wanqin?!"

"Isn't it the tricks I used to deceive people again?"

He hesitated for a moment, stopped and pushed open the door on his left.

With a "creak" sound, the door was still dark. Through the light of the flashlight, you can see a small and crowded storage room, filled with many iron boxes, almost filling all the space.
Chapter completed!