The screen switches and appears next to the two people on the stairs leading to the basement.

The lighter in his hand emits a faint light.

"It's so cold here." The black woman in short-sleeved shirt said, holding her shoulders.

"Maybe it's a storage room. Hope there's something good here." The water purifier in front raised the lighter, and it didn't matter.

After walking on the last step, step on the ground. Liquid water and raise the lighter to barely reflect a small area around.

Everyone who watched the animation quickly combined this scene with the scene in their memory.

It's that basement!

But the basement was different at this time than at that time. The chairs placed in the empty space in the middle disappeared, replaced by a wooden table.

The lighter was gradually becoming hot, and the water purifier moved his fingers down a little to avoid the hot part, stretched out his arms and shook them around, and then walked towards the wooden table.

He saw something on it.

The black woman did not follow her. She stood on the last step.

"Hey look, a diary." Jingshui shouted in surprise, and then suddenly cursed: "Ah damn!"

The fire suddenly went out.

"What's wrong!" the black woman was shocked.

"The lighter is too hot." The water purifier sucked in the air conditioner and blew the lighter to let it cool down as soon as possible.

In the dead silence, there was no light. The dark center jumped extremely clearly.

The eyes of the players dimmed at the same time, and at the same time, the strange background music sounded again. It gradually magnified with time, as if danger was approaching...

Snap

The lighter was lit.

The light is shrouded again.

The music suddenly disappeared.

Jingshui swallowed and spitted, sweat appeared on his palms: "Let's go back, it feels a little wrong here..."

After saying that, he picked up his diary and hurriedly climbed up the steps with the black man back to the ground.

Bang

The basement door was closed, and the darkness and silence enveloped the place again.

...

In the living room, everyone who was about to find the two of them had just stood up when they saw them walking quickly from one corridor.

"Look at what I found?" Jingshui shouted, no longer the fear he had in the basement before.

After all, it's bright during the day outside.

"What?" Everyone's attention was attracted by him.

"A diary." Jingshui raised his hand and raised his black cover diary with a layer of dust on his face, sat on the sofa and threw it to the coffee table: "There may be something interesting written on it, open it and take a look.

”

Everyone looked at each other and fell on the diary with scratches and handprints.

The atmosphere was strange and silent for a few seconds, and the transparent bridge reached out to brush away the dust from the diary.

She was about to turn it open when Mu Su, who was standing behind the sofa, suddenly leaned over and held the back of her hand.

His eyes were full of warning, staring at the Transparent Bridge: "Promise me, if it says Latin, Egyptian, Chinese or something... In short, it is not English, no, don't read it out.

.”

"Don't worry, I don't know the words you said." Transparent Bridge felt funny, so he comforted him casually, and moved his palm away.

Mu Su was not at ease and asked Jingshui again: "You only found the diary? Have you ever touched anything else or taken away anything? For example, music box, quaint box, weird mask..."

"Hey! Hey! Can you calm down?" Seeing that he started to get sick again, Jingshui quickly interrupted him and bit the accent: "This is reality, not the fantasy world after you get excited."

"Who knows." Mu Su took out the cigarette he hadn't smoked before and lit it: "Do you remember everything from childhood to adulthood? Don't you feel that your brain is actually soaked in the jar, everything in front of you is there.

Are they all hallucinations? Maybe we are the characters in horror movies. Now the audience in the cinema are calling you stupid and dying... whatever you want, I just hope I can die handsome."

Jun Moxiao, who was used to his inconvenience, sighed helplessly: "You really should quit these things."

At this time, Ka Lian appeared behind Mu Su's head, and suddenly reached out to pass Mu Su's armpit and snatched the cigarette he held in his mouth, turned around and ran away.

"Give it back to me!" Mu Su hurriedly rushed over.

"Quiet!"

Transparent Bridge roared impatiently.

The two of them immediately became quiet, and stood behind the sofa as if they were punished by the teacher. After a while, they started to move again.

"Did you find this in the basement?" Transparent Bridge raised his diary towards Jingshui.

"Um."

"Put it in a very hidden place?"

“No…it’s obvious.”

Transparent Bridge frowned slightly: "The police had no reason to let this go..."

"Good student, don't bother." Wen Xiang, who was standing beside her, suddenly grabbed the diary, quickly opened it to the first page, and read it out loud.

"1997/11/2. It failed again. The soul is too big and the body is too small. Try the child's soul next time."

She frowned and she held back the weirdness in her heart and continued to recite.

"1997/11/5. Damn, that group of policemen are here again. The manor is big enough and I'll be fooled for the time being. But sooner or later I'll be suspected, so I have to find a way."

"1997/11/12. I was seen. I was seen. I was seen. I killed him. My soul was wasted."

He paused for a while and looked up at his friends around him.

Most of them looked at each other.

"This, this is a joke..." Karen was the first to be scared.

"This story sounds pretty good. I'll get some snacks." Someone was not scared. He shrugged his shoulders on the stairs and ran back to the room upstairs.

"Continue." Transparent Hashiki Kotomika said. She held up her chin, her face blankly and could not guess.

Wen Xiang no longer wanted to continue reading, but when everyone around her wanted to continue listening, she kept reading.

But the sound is much smaller than at the beginning.

"1997/11/13. The police are coming again. They are suspicious of me. I want to hurry up."

"1997/11/16. Twins! Success. This time I succeeded. Is it because of twins? Or children. I will observe for a while next."

"This person killed a pair of twin children?" Jun Moxiao couldn't help but interrupt.

"Shut up and let the smell of fragrance continue to recite."

Smelling the fragrance and turning the page in a dilemma: "2003/8/5..."

She suddenly stopped moving.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Jun Moxiao asked impatiently.

"Today is August 5th..." Wen Xiang raised her head in a daze and said to Jun Moxiao.

The living room instantly turned into dead silence.

Transparent bridge took the diary from Yin Xiang's hand and whispered: "2003/8/5. Nine young people appeared. The experiment restarted. This time, maybe it will be much more successful."

A chill rose from the soles of everyone's feet.

No one spoke.

The sound of paper turning sounded in the quiet living room. Seeing that the transparent bridge was blank behind it, it turned back. The fingers gently rubbed the notes.

“The pen mark is new.”

She said, "If you want to say something else, a sharp scream suddenly came from the upstairs!"

"ah!"

"It's Xinyi's cry of my goddess!"

Everyone was startled.
Chapter completed!