Zhang Lihua took a deep breath and walked to the computer. He installed surveillance cameras in this room two years ago. Everything that happened just now must have been recorded.

Zhang Lihua adjusted the picture to the time when it just started. For the first ten minutes, everything was as usual. The sound of the night wind blowing and the leaves rustling was not recorded.

In the video, Zhang Lihua was standing still. About the moment Zhang Lihua moved, noise appeared in the recorded video. Something flashed across the screen. At that moment, Zhang Lihua raised her hand and sword.

The moment it fell, a popping sound was heard.

Zhang Lihua's face turned pale in an instant. In his impression, there was indeed the moment when the sword was unsheathed, but the scene recorded in the video was completely different from what he had in mind!

After a few seconds, cracks suddenly appeared on the wall. Under the cracks, blood began to seep out. Zhang Lihua was shocked to see this scene.

At this moment, Zhang Lihua in the video turned around. In the dark night, the red lantern was emitting a faint light. The eyes of Zhang Lihua and Yang Sanlang were shining with bloodthirsty coldness. In the next second, in his hand,

The red lantern went out, and the video was recorded in pitch black. Zhang Lihua was not sure what happened in the remaining four minutes.

Zhang Lihua vaguely felt that there seemed to be something inside this wall. He stretched out his hand and touched for a long time, but found nothing...

At this time, the old wall clock made twelve clicks. Zhang Lihua put down the props in her hands, packed her things, and closed the door. Since the establishment of the old wall clock, there has been an unwritten rule here, that is: one o'clock in the morning

Before, it had to be closed!

At that time, my brother jokingly told Zhang Lihua that the props were all alive and that the museum would be closed at certain times to give all the props a rest. In more than four years, Zhang Lihua had never violated this rule.

On the one hand, it was because he was a little nervous and couldn't sleep after a while, and on the other hand, it was out of respect for his brother.

But now Zhang Lihua can be sure that the truth is even more incredible than what her brother said!

Maybe, after one o'clock, everything here will be different!

When he returned to the rental house, Zhang Lihua didn't notice. In a daze, he put the puppet in his bag and brought it back. After working for a day, Zhang Lihua fell down and fell asleep.

Bang bang!

Before seven o'clock, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Lihua stretched out in bed, her head was still buzzing, and her eyes could not focus.

It wasn't until he saw the puppets on the table that he suddenly woke up. Could it be that everything that happened last night was not a dream?

"What's going on with this system? Is this really imprisoning me somewhere? Do you want to report the crime..."

Bang bang! Bang bang!

The knocking on the door became more urgent. If it had been before, Zhang Lihua would most likely have been too lazy to pay attention to him and just fell asleep for another hour. But now his mentality suddenly changed. When he thought that maybe it was possible,

When my brother came back, he couldn't wait to open the door and have a look!

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Lihua, we are the police from Haicheng Xingfu Street, my name is Huacheng, he is my colleague and an actor."

"Police?" Zhang Lihua was a little confused when she saw the work IDs of the two people. Could it be a census? Do you want to talk about yesterday's incident and ask me about it?

"Zhang Lihua Pavilion Manager No. 002, please do not reveal the contents of the theme pavilion's online system to anyone, otherwise your brain will automatically explode within 0.1 second! You will become a headless corpse!"

"Headless corpse?"

Zhang Lihua blurted out, and the two policemen looked at each other.

Huacheng asked doubtfully: "Mr. Zhang Lihua, what did you say?"

Seeing the other party's expression, Zhang Lihua felt a headache. He scratched his head and said, "Oh, I mean, please come in!"

Zhang Lihua actively invited the two police officers into the house, then ran to the kitchen and got two glasses of warm water.

"We came here this time mainly because we have something to ask. A rape and murder case occurred in our jurisdiction. The surveillance camera captured you appearing on the road near the scene. Where were you between 9:30 and 1:30 last night?

Where? What did you do?”

Huacheng took the water glass, put it on the table, and asked expressionlessly. At the same time, the fellow actor was already holding a tablet for comparison, and he frowned. It was obvious that Zhang Lihua's performance was somewhat different from that in the big data file.

"I was in the theme hall at the time you mentioned, which is where I work. Every night I prepare the themes and props for the next day in advance." Zhang Lihua replied calmly.

"Can anyone prove it?"

"There are only two employees in the theme hall. Zhou Yiying, oh, my colleague, got off work early, but there is surveillance to prove what I said. After I came out, I went back here to sleep until you called me up just now.

"

The actor was taking notes seriously, and Huacheng spoke again: "Then what exactly did you do in the theme museum?"

"I was really..." last night

The moment Zhang Lihua opened her mouth, the voice sounded in her mind again.

"Warning, owner Zhang Lihua No. 002, please do not reveal the existence of the online version of the Blood Theme Pavilion! After three warnings, your head will be completely blown up!"

His brain nerves seemed to be pulled by something. The kind of trembling coming from the depths of his soul was something Zhang Lihua had never experienced in the past twenty-seven years. His mouth was slightly open, but he could not speak.

The two policemen in front of them stared at Zhang Lihua's half-open mouth with some confusion. The three of them seemed to have entered a state of stillness at this moment.

Huacheng looked at Douda's sweat falling down Zhang Lihua's cheeks, and the veins on his head bulged. He looked at his companion and then said, "What happened to you last night?"

Zhang Lihua thought of her long-lost brother, and then thought of her own situation. How could this damn system still threaten people?

Only when he punched the sofa next to him did he calm down completely.

The two policemen were also startled by this sudden action. Huacheng stared at each other: "Mr. Zhang, if you have any problems, you can talk about it. Force cannot solve the problem!"

Zhang Lihua took a deep breath and decided to express her dilemma from another angle...

In order to avoid accidents, Zhang Lihua chose her words carefully when speaking.

"Comrade, it's like this. Yesterday, I was setting up the theme pavilion at about nine o'clock, about an hour later, so I went to try it out. In that book, there was a girl who encountered an accident. I stepped forward and went

To save people, I raised my sword and lowered it, and their heads fell to the ground!"

Seeing the seriousness on Zhang Lihua's face, Huacheng and his companions looked at each other. The actor turned on the law enforcement recorder, while Huacheng reached his hand to his waist.

"Then what?"

"Then, I turned on the light. This...how do I put it, two of you, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"


Chapter completed!