"This is the diary of the owner of a haunted house? Do you need to record murders?"
Shao Wen also suspected that it was a prop, but the content in the diary was so real that just looking at it gave him a frightening and immersive feeling.
Even if the content in the diary is fictional, the person who wrote it is definitely not a normal person.
Taking a deep breath, Shao Wen wanted to put the diary down, but something happened that made him even more scared.
He seemed to have lost control of his body. He turned the pages with both hands and stared at the writing on the bloody diary. He couldn't even look away. The diary seemed to be sucking his soul into it.
As his body temperature became lower and lower, Shao Wen felt that the words in his diary turned into blood-red symbols, and the voices of countless dead people appeared in his ears. A pair of arms stretched out from the corner of the room and grabbed his body.
His teeth began to chatter, and the sound of his heartbeat amplified infinitely. Shao Wen's hand finally turned to a blank page in the diary.
Just when he thought everything was finally over, drop after drop of blood fell on the diary, like life falling from high altitude, leaving dazzling blood flowers on the ground.
The red blood seeped into the paper, and paragraphs appeared on the blank page of the diary: "On *month*year, someone saw the story I wrote, and I am now going to include him in my story."
The countless arms holding on to his body began to exert force, and Shao Wen felt that his body was about to be torn apart. He wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound. He could only watch as he was dragged into the storybook, and before he
When he looked back for the last time, he was extremely horrified to find that his body was still in the same place!
"Meow."
A cat meowed in the room, and Shao Wen seemed to wake up from a dream, his eyes widening suddenly.
He came back to his senses, pressed his hands on the desk, and his whole body was wet with cold sweat.
Closing the diary immediately, Shao Wen's arms are still trembling: "Is it because my mental quality is too poor?"
With his legs unable to use any strength, Shao Wen thought over and over again and finally decided to take the diary away: "It's time to go to the next room."
Pushing up his glasses, Shao Wen leaned against the door of the employee lounge and listened for a while. After there was no movement outside, he opened the door and walked out.
He pressed his body against the wall and entered the bathroom of the haunted house.
Looking around, Shao Wen's eyes quickly focused on the door of the toilet cubicle.
On the boarded-up door, there is a ferocious ghost pattern carved on it.
"Is this the door?" Shao Wen slowly approached the toilet cubicle. He shook the wooden board and found that the cubicle door was sealed tightly and could not be opened at all: "Bingjie wanted something behind the door, but the door was blocked.
It’s sealed and there’s no way to get in.”
He squatted down, approached the small hole in the door and looked inside. There was a deep red color on the other side of the door.
"Blood?"
He looked into the hole again uncertainly, and this time a moving eye appeared on the other side of the hole!
"What!" Shao Wen sat down on the ground. Before he could react, there was a loud noise behind him.
"Bang!"
The bathroom door was closed, and Chen Ge walked out from behind the door dragging the Skull Crusher: "It seems that you are really planning on this door."
"What do you want to do? Don't come over here!" Shao Wen looked at the skull-crushing hammer in Singer Chen's hand, and intuitively told him that it was definitely not an ordinary haunted house prop.
"This is a haunted house. Even if you scream your throat out, people outside will only think you are having a good time." Chen Ge waved his hand, and Men Nan appeared from behind Shao Wen: "Knock him out, then take him underground.
Try Zhang Yi's ability on him to see if he can eliminate those unpleasant memories."
"Okay." Men Nan seemed to have mistook Shao Wen for Chen Ge and was particularly ruthless today.
Chen Ge stood aside and watched silently. He was thinking about another thing: "Why did these people go to the search door in my haunted house?"
"The ones who have enmity with me now are Ming Fei, the cursed hospital, and Jia Ming. Which side are these three tourists from?"
The ghost fetus is a fierce god who has not yet been fully born. The cursed hospital is a four-star setting. It should not be able to manipulate tourists to come and test it during the day. Thinking about it, only Jia Ming would do such a thing.
"Although Jia Ming is a man, the real danger is the evil soul in him. He is desperate. After being forced into a desperate situation, he might abandon Jia Ming's body and hide in another person's body." Chen Ge met.
Having faced all kinds of difficult opponents, he never sticks to a certain framework when thinking about problems.
"Chen Ge, this guy is just an ordinary person. He is not possessed or used as a scapegoat. He is just stupid." Men Nan looked at the blood-red "diary" hidden by Shao Wen in his clothes and added:
"The hopelessly stupid kind."
"Take him to find Zhang Yi." Chen Ge picked up Zhang Ya's bedtime storybook. When he first received this mission reward, he didn't take it seriously. He just regarded it as a bedtime storybook and read a few in his free time.
Page.
After Shao Wen accidentally read this book this time, Chen Ge discovered the horror of this book. Not only was it extremely dangerous to ordinary people, but even Men Nan and red high-heeled shoes did not dare to touch it casually.
"No one has ever told me that this book is so scary. That's enough for you."
Chen Ge put Zhang Ya's bedtime story book into the compartment of his backpack. He didn't know the specific use of this book, but he always felt that it could be used in the future.
Carrying his backpack, Chen Ge entered the Menggui changing room and found some clothes to put on. Then he contacted the mobile ghost and went straight to Shen Bingjie and Ling Feijie.
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In Muyang Middle School, Wu Jinpeng gradually discovered that something was not right with Shen Bingjie and Ling Feijie. They were different from ordinary tourists, especially Shen Bingjie. She was almost never afraid. Although she would occasionally scream, she could always get over it within two or three seconds.
Adjust the situation.
What makes Wu Jinpeng even more strange is that whenever they see a door, these two people will run over and push it. After pushing it, they don't go in and go directly to the next door.
"This is the first time I have seen such tourists. Could it be..." Wu Jinpeng narrowed his eyes: "Is this the real high-end game?"
He and two medical students followed behind and did not see Shen Bingjie's livid face.
At this moment, Shen Bingjie looked ferocious, gritted her teeth, and kept muttering: "I'm so careless! I never expected that the two-star scene would be full of real ghosts just now. So, should the three-star scene and the four-star scene be different?
Are you starting to stuff red clothes inside?"
Shen Bingjie couldn't even imagine using a red-clothed ghost to scare tourists, but today she discovered that a real person would do it.
"There are still comments online about this kind of haunted house saying it's not scary? Sorry! This is definitely a trap!"