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Chapter 57 Return my book

The first thing that caught my eye were the same four big blood-red characters.

It's just that these four big blood-red characters are not "daily tasks", but "horror trials".

The four big bloody characters "Terror Trial" are also located at the top of the page. They are like hundreds of evil spirits in hell, which is very eerie and terrifying.

What is different from the daily mission chapters is that the chapter page of the Horror Trial is covered with dense black handprints.

What's creepy is that these black handprints are wandering and moving on the page, like dark clouds floating in the sky.

"The yin energy of these black handprints is very strong, as if tens of thousands of bones are lying here. Could it be ghost handprints?" Looking at these moving black handprints, I always feel that I have seen them before. But after searching the memory in my mind, I can't find them.

There is no relevant spiritual imprint.

What's even more creepy is that as these black handprints wandered and moved, I gradually heard a subtle grinding sound.

Squeak...squeak...squeak...

This subtle grinding sound is like the sound of mice gnawing at the bed mat or the sound of moths corroding rotten wood. It is very touching.

After only listening to it for a while, I felt like all the insects were gnawing at my heart, and I felt very uncomfortable.

In this state, a strange back figure suddenly appeared in my mind.

This strange back figure wears a skull ghost crown on its head, a jet-black dragon robe, and heavy shoes made of bones. It is majestic and a bit chilling.

It is also shrouded in a ball of nameless karma fire, and this nameless karma fire is not the common bright yellow, but a deep and cold oily green, like a swaying will-o'-the-wisp in a deep mountain tomb forest.

This oily green flame burned and climbed on the back, but the back remained motionless, as if its body had died long ago and could not feel the burning pain at all.

Through this group of faint green flames, one can see a thick arm on each side of the back.

These two thick arms were completely black, with countless ferocious faces engraved on them.

The arm on the left side of the back is holding a writing brush.

This writing brush is entirely black, and its tip is as sharp as a knife, as if it were piercing through hell.

I just looked at it once with the eyes of consciousness, and I felt dizzy and dizzy, as if a thousand arrows had pierced my brain.

I quickly removed my conscious eyes and glanced at the arm on the right side of the back.

This arm held a book. The book was covered in blood, as if it was made of blood.

Looking at this blood-red book, I froze for a moment and exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't this the "Horror Bookstore Management Code"? Why does he also have this book!"

Yes, I could see clearly that the book held in the right arm of the back figure was the "Horror Bookstore Management Code" in my hand!

This weird back figure actually possesses this blood-red code!

As if he heard my exclamation, the strange back figure in my mind instantly turned my head 180 degrees.

I opened my conscious eyes wide, trying to see clearly the face above the back.

But at this moment, a life-threatening demonic voice sounded out of thin air: "Give me back the book!"

This death-defying demonic sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue, suddenly exploding in my mind, and I suddenly woke up.

As I regained consciousness, the strange back figure in my mind disappeared, as if it was all just an illusion.

But I know that all this is extremely real, and I did see that backside

film.

"That figure once owned this code. Could it be that he was the former manager of the Horror Bookstore?" I held the "Horror Bookstore Management Code" in one hand and touched my chin with the other, thinking carefully: "Before me, there were nine bookstore managers.

Manager, which bookstore manager is he?"

But soon, I came up with another idea: "Maybe he is not the bookstore manager, but one of the deputy store managers. Of course, he may also be the store manager Fan An."

According to the code, the Horror Bookstore had nine bookstore managers before me, and I was the tenth bookstore manager after that.

However, I have not yet become a regular employee. Once my life dies, there will be a new candidate to take my place.

In addition, the Horror Bookstore has a store manager, an honorary store manager and three deputy store managers.

The above-mentioned people all have the opportunity to come into contact with the "Horror Bookstore Management Code", so the strange back figure may be one of them.

"Judging from the back, he shouldn't be the honorary store manager." I directly excluded the honorary store manager.

After all, I have seen the back painting of the honorary store manager. Judging from the back painting, this honorary store manager is probably a woman, and her name is extremely feminine, called Purple Maple Vine.

And the strange back figure in my mind was clearly that of a majestic man.

"Those thundering words were clearly spoken by a strange figure from behind. He wanted me to return the code to him. In other words, there is only one copy of the code?" I thought with reason.

But it didn't take long for me to overturn this idea: "No, just from this sentence, it cannot be inferred that there is only one copy of the code. Maybe it was just the code from the back that fell into my hands, and others, such as the Horror Bookstore

The deputy store manager and others probably also have codes, and their codes should be intact, otherwise how would they manage the horror bookstore?"

Before this, I had always thought that there was only one copy of the "Horror Bookstore Management Code", but after the previous inference, I vaguely felt that the matter was not simple, and there might be multiple codes in the world.

"But all this is just my guess. Maybe in the end, there will only be one copy of the Code, and there will be no such thing as multiple copies." I shook my head and smiled helplessly: "Maybe the Code is only responsible for selecting and assisting in the management of the bookstore.

Staff, and high-ranking personnel above the deputy store manager do not use the "Horror Bookstore Management Code", after all, the compiler of the code is the store manager Fan An."

"Since the store manager Fan An can make up his own weird rules, then his own power is probably more terrifying than the rules. Does he still need to manage the bookstore through the rules? No." Multiple situations existed in parallel, making my thoughts confused.

I was a little overwhelmed for a while.

I had no choice but to turn my attention back to the strange figure: "Could he be the tenth bookstore administrator who was not promoted to regular position? Since he died before he was promoted to regular position, the code re-selected the tenth bookstore administrator, which indirectly gave me an advantage."

"If this is really the case, then he is indeed miserable." A trace of sympathy flashed across my eyes.

In just a few breaths, the sympathy in my eyes was fleeting.

"It doesn't matter who he is, and I don't care whether he is miserable or not. Since the code is in my hands, I can't return it to him. He can stay wherever he likes." After saying that, I looked at the dense black handprints in the code again.

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I don't know when, in the center of the dense black handprints, there was a line of pale white words: "When you fall asleep, she lures you into a dream; when you wake up, she sticks to your face; when you take a shower, she rubs your back."

The sweat on her face; when you were eating, she vomited corpse juice into the bowl. She wants to go to hell with you, and wants to turn you into a cold corpse!"

There are four fragments in this line of pale white characters,

The first three sentences are normal, but the last sentence has a sudden change in style, which is frightening.

When I was eating, she vomited corpse juice into my bowl? She also wanted to go to hell with me and turn me into a cold corpse?

Peat, who is she? You can tell at a glance that she is not a normal person.

"It's too strong." After reading this line of pale letters, my stomach cramped: "Damn, I'm really going to feel sick."

I quickly put down the rules and rushed to the bathroom.

"Ouch...Ouch..." I held the sides of the toilet with both hands and vomited like a wail.

When all the food in my stomach was vomited, I walked out of the bathroom as if I had received an amnesty.

I picked up the code again and flipped to the home page of Trial of Terror.

The same black handprints and the same small white characters came into my eyes.

But at this moment, under that line of pale letters, there is a new line of pale letters: "She is hiding in your room and is spying on you unscrupulously. Do you want to know her true identity? Come on, let's conduct a horror experiment

Let’s practice.”

"She's hiding in my room? Damn it! She can't be so scary!" After reading this new line of pale letters, my face suddenly froze: "In other words, there is a ghost hiding in my room.

And it’s also a female ghost. The female ghost sees me as a plaything and is spying on me somewhere in the room!”

I decisively attributed her to a female ghost, because the narrow room had an unobstructed view and it was impossible to hide a living person. But according to the new pale letters, she was hiding in my room, so why wasn't she a female ghost?

I subconsciously glanced around and saw nothing but darkness in the room. I couldn't see anything at all.

Even if the room is bright and bright at this time, I guess it is difficult to see her. How can the naked eye see the female ghost? Unless the female ghost appears automatically, the naked eye cannot catch the ghost.

Things that are invisible to the naked eye, such as ethereal wandering ghosts, can most arouse fear in people's hearts. The thought of a female ghost hiding in the room gave me goosebumps.

"According to the rules, the female ghost vomited corpse juice into the bowl while I was eating. God knows how much corpse juice I ate. Isn't it fatal?" Feeling uneasy, I suddenly remembered the rumors about Room 504.

: "The previous tenant of Room 504 was a woman. This woman committed suicide in Room 504. Her body was discovered three months later. When it was discovered, the body was half decomposed. Unfortunately, I don't know the identity of the woman.

"

"Could it be that the female ghost hiding in room 504 is the woman who committed suicide?" The female ghost is always around. I couldn't help shrinking my shoulders and looking around warily: "No wonder I keep dreaming about women recently. It turns out to be a female ghost."

cause trouble."

"Hey, the female ghost seemed to have appeared. Once in the bathtub in the bathroom, I vaguely saw a woman bathing naked." Looking back at the memory, I have lingering fear: "The other time was in "The Snake Man" when she took off her disguise and recovered.

When I was studying "Horror Bookstore Management Rules", a strange red shadow appeared in the room!"

"At first I thought these were all illusions, but now it seems that the woman in the bathroom and the strange red shadow were all transformed by the female ghost." Thinking about it, I felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped: "No wonder Li Yingyang looked at the person in the bathroom before.

His eyes looked a little frightened and uneasy, maybe the female ghost was in the bathroom at that time."

"But I just came out of the bathroom. Could it be that when I was vomiting, the female ghost was staring at me secretly?" I folded my arms and my body kept shaking.

"There is a female ghost hiding in the room, and the female ghost is malicious to me. No, I can't live in room 504 anymore! Let's go to the staff lounge of the bookstore for a few nights." I no longer care about understanding the horror trial,

I plan to leave room 504 first.


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