The screen switched and appeared next to the two people on the stairs leading to the basement.
The lighter in his hand gave off a faint light.
"It's so cold here." The black woman in short-sleeves following behind said, holding her shoulders.
"Maybe it's the storage room. I hope there are good things here." Qing Shui, who was walking in front, raised his lighter and said indifferently.
After walking up the last step, I stepped on the ground. I raised my lighter and barely illuminated a small area around it.
Everyone who watched the animation quickly combined this scene with the scene in their memory.
It's that basement!
It's just that the basement is different now. The chair in the middle space is gone and replaced by a wooden table.
The lighter was gradually becoming hot to the touch. Qing Shui moved his fingers down a little to avoid the hot part, stretched out his arm and waved it around before walking towards the wooden table.
He saw something lying on it.
The black woman did not follow. She stood on the last step.
"Hey look, it's a diary." Qingshui shouted in surprise, and then suddenly cursed secretly: "Ah damn it!"
The fire suddenly went out.
"What's wrong!" the black woman was shocked.
"The lighter is too hot." Qingshui took a breath of air and blew on the lighter to cool it down as quickly as possible.
In the dead silence, there is no light. In the darkness, the heartbeat is very obvious.
The sights of all the players dimmed at the same time, and at the same time, the weird background music sounded again. It gradually amplified over time, as if danger was approaching...
Cha——
The lighter is lit.
The light shone again.
The background music suddenly disappeared.
Qing Shui swallowed, sweat appeared on his palms: "Let's go back, this place feels a little wrong..."
After saying that, he picked up the diary and hurriedly climbed the steps back to the ground with the black man.
Bang——
The door to the basement was closed, and darkness and silence enveloped the place again.
…
In the living room, everyone who was about to look for the two of them just got up and saw them walking quickly from the corridor on one side.
"Look what I found?" Qing Shui shouted, no longer as timid as before in the basement.
After all, it's bright day outside.
"What?" Everyone's attention was attracted to him.
"A diary." Qing Shui raised the black cover diary covered with a layer of dust in his hand, sat down 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 fingerprints.
The atmosphere was strangely silent for a few seconds, and Transparent Bridge reached out to brush away the dust on the diary.
She was about to open it 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, and he stared at the transparent bridge: "Promise me, if it is written in Latin, Egyptian, Chinese or whatever... in short, it is not English, I will never read it out.
.”
"Don't worry, I don't know the words you said either." Transparent Qiao found it funny, so she comforted him casually and moved his palm away.
Musu was still uneasy and asked Qingshui again: "You only found the diary? You didn't touch anything else or take anything away? For example, music boxes, quaint boxes, weird masks..."
"Hey! Hey! Calm down, okay?" Seeing that he was getting sick again, Qingshui quickly interrupted him, emphasizing: "This is reality, not your fantasy world after getting high..."
"Who knows." Mu Su took out a cigarette that he had not smoked before from his pocket and put it on it: "Do you clearly remember everything from childhood to adulthood? Don't you feel that your brain is actually soaked in a tank, and everything in front of you is
Are they all hallucinations? Maybe we are characters in horror movies. Now the audience in those cinemas are yelling at you for being stupid and trying to die... It's up to you, I just hope I can die handsome."
Lord Grim, who was used to his lack of tone, sighed helplessly: "You really should quit these things."
Kallen then appeared behind Mu Su. She suddenly reached out under Mu Su's arm and snatched away the cigarette he had in his mouth. Then she turned around and ran away.
"Give it back to me!" Musu rushed forward quickly.
"Quiet!"
Transparent Bridge roared impatiently.
The two of them fell silent immediately, and stood behind the sofa as if they were being punished by the teacher. After a while, they started to make small movements again.
"Did you find this in the basement?" Transparent Bridge raised the diary towards Qingshui.
"Um."
"Put it in a very hidden place?"
"No...obviously."
Transparent Bridge frowned slightly: "There was no reason why the police would let this go..."
"Good student, don't worry about it." Wen Xiang suddenly grabbed the diary, quickly opened it to the first page, and read it out loud.
"1997/11/2. Failed again. The soul was too big, but the body was too small. Next time, try a child's soul."
She wrinkled her eyebrows and continued reading while suppressing her weirdness.
"1997/11/5. Damn it, those police are here again. The manor is big enough to fool us for the time being. But sooner or later we will be suspected, so we have to find a way."
"1997/11/12. Was seen. Was seen. Was seen. I killed him. Soul wasted."
Wen Xiang paused for a moment, then raised his head and looked at his friends around him.
Most of them looked at each other.
"This, this is a joke..." Kallen was the first to be frightened.
"That story sounds pretty good. I'm going to get some snacks." Someone was not scared. He shrugged on the stairs and ran back to the room upstairs.
"Continue." Transparent Bridge said to Wen Xiang. She held up her chin, her face expressionless and she couldn't guess what she was thinking.
Wen Xiang no longer wanted to continue reading, but seeing that everyone around her wanted to continue listening, she bit the bullet and continued reading.
The sound was much quieter than at the beginning.
"1997/11/13. The police are here again. They are suspicious of me. I have to hurry up."
"1997/11/16. Twins! Successful. This time I succeeded. Is it because of the twins? Or because of the children. I will observe it for a while."
"This person killed a pair of twin children?" Lord Grim couldn't help but interrupt.
"Shut up and let Wen Xiang continue reading."
Wen Xiang looked embarrassed and turned the page: "2003/8/5..."
She suddenly stopped moving.
"Why don't you speak?" Lord Grim asked impatiently.
"Today is August 5th..." Wen Xiang raised his head and smiled at Jun Mo.
The living room fell into dead silence in an instant.
Transparent Bridge took the diary from Wen Xiang's hand and whispered: "2003/8/5. Nine young people appeared. The experiment was restarted. This time it may be more successful."
A chill rose from the soles of everyone's feet.
No one spoke.
The sound of paper turning resounded in the quiet living room. The transparent bridge saw that the back was blank, so it turned back again. My fingers gently rubbed the notes.
"The pen marks are new."
She opened her mouth and said something. Suddenly, a sharp scream came from upstairs!
"ah!"
"It's Xinyi, my goddess's shout!"
Everyone was shocked.
This scene would still be very scary if I didn't pronounce the name.