"Is this the diary of the haunted house owner? Do you need to record the murder?"

Shao Wen also suspected that this was a prop, but the content in the diary was too real. Just looking at it makes me feel frightened and immersive.

Even if the content in the diary is fictional, the person who can write this is definitely not a normal person.

Taking a deep breath, Shao Wen wanted to put down his diary, but something that made him even more afraid of happened.

His body seemed to have lost control. He turned the pages of the book with both hands and stared at the handwriting on the blood-colored diary. He couldn't even look away. The diary seemed to suck his soul in.

The body temperature was getting lower and lower. Shao Wen felt the words in his diary turned into blood-red symbols, and countless voices of dead people appeared in his ears. His arms stretched out from the corner of the room and grabbed his body.

The teeth began to tremble, and the sound of heartbeat magnified infinitely. Shao Wen's hand finally turned to a blank page on the diary.

Just when he thought everything was finally over, drops of blood fell on the diary, like life falling from a high altitude, leaving dazzling blood flowers on the ground.

The bright red blood penetrated into the paper, and words appeared on the blank diary: "On the year *month **, someone saw the story I wrote, and I am now preparing to write it into my story."

The countless arms grasped on his body began to exert force. Shao Wen felt that his body was about to be torn apart. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch himself being dragged into the storybook. When he turned around for the last time, he found that his body was still in its original place!

"Meow."

A cat moan rang in the house, and Shao Wen seemed to wake up from a dream, his eyes suddenly widened.

He came to his senses, pressed his hands on the desk, and his whole body was wet with cold sweat.

He closed the diary as soon as possible, and Shao Wen's arm was still trembling until now: "Is my psychological quality too poor?"

Shao Wen thought about his legs for no effort, and finally decided to take the diary away: "It's time to go to the next room."

After pushing his glasses, Shao Wen lay on the door of the employee lounge and listened for a while. After no movement outside, he pushed the door and walked out.

He leaned against the wall and entered the haunted bathroom.

Scanding around, Shao Wen's eyes quickly focused on the door of the toilet compartment.

On the door of the room sealed by wooden boards, there was a hideous pattern of evil ghosts.

"Is it this door?" Shao Wen slowly approached the toilet compartment. He shook the wooden board and found that the compartment door was sealed very dead and could not be opened at all: "Bingjie wanted something behind the door, but this door was sealed and she couldn't get in at all."

He squatted down and looked inside near the small hole in the door. There was a dark red color on the other side of the door.

"Blood?"

He looked into the small hole again uncertainly, and this time a rolling eyeball appeared on the other side of the hole!

"What!" Shao Wen sat on the ground. Before he could react, a loud noise came from behind him.

"Bang!"

The bathroom door was closed, and Chen Ge walked out from behind with a skull hammer: "It seems you are really trying to make this door."

"What do you want to do? Don't come over!" Shao Wen looked at the skull-breaking hammer in Chen Ge's hands, and intuition told him that the thing was definitely not an ordinary haunted house prop.

"This is a haunted house. Even if you shout, people outside will only think you are having a good time." Chen Ge waved his hand, and Men Nan appeared from behind Shao Wen: "Damn him, then take him underground, and try Zhang Yi's ability on him to see if he can eliminate those unpleasant memories."

"Okay." Men Nan seemed to treat Shao Wen as Chen Ge, and he was particularly ruthless today.

Chen Ge stood beside him and looked silently, thinking about another thing: "Why did these people run into my haunted house to look for the door?"

"The ones who have made enemies with me now are the cursed hospitals, and Jia Ming, which of these three tourists are from their side?"

The underworld is a fierce god, and has not been completely born. The cursed hospital is a four-star scene. It should not be controlled by tourists during the day to test it. Only Jia Ming would do such a thing after thinking about it.

"Although Jia Ming is a man, the real danger is the evil soul on him. He is desperate. After being forced into a desperate situation, he may abandon Jia Ming's body and hide in another person's body." Chen Ge has met all kinds of difficult opponents, and he never sticks to a certain framework when thinking about problems.

"Chen Ge, this guy is just an ordinary person, not possessed or regarded as a scapegoat, he is just a simple stupid person." Men Nan looked at the blood-red "diary" hidden in Shao Wen's clothes and added: "It's hopelessly stupid."

"Take him to find Zhang Yi." Chen Ge picked up Zhang Ya's bedtime storybook. When he first received the reward for this task, he didn't take it seriously. He just treated it as a bedtime storybook and looked through a few pages in his free time.

After Shao Wen accidentally read this book, Chen Ge realized the horror of this book. Not only is it extremely dangerous for ordinary people, but even Men Nan and red high heels dare not touch it casually.

"No one told me that this book is so terrible, and you are enough."

Chen Ge put Zhang Ya's bedtime storybook into the backpack's mezzanine. He still didn't know what the book was for, but he always felt that it would be useful in the future.

Carrying his backpack, Chen Ge entered the Meng Ghost's dressing room and found a piece of clothing to put on it. Then he contacted the mobile phone ghost and headed straight for Shen Bingjie and Ling Feijie.

...

In Muyang Middle School, Wu Jinpeng gradually discovered that something was wrong with Shen Bingjie and Ling Feijie. They were different from ordinary tourists, especially Shen Bingjie, who almost didn't feel scared. Although they would occasionally scream, they could always adjust their state within two or three seconds.

What made Wu Jinpeng even more strange was that whenever these two people saw the door, they would run over and push it. After pushing it open, they didn't go in and ran directly to the next door.

"This is the first time I have seen such a tourist. Could it be..." Wu Jinpeng narrowed his eyes: "Is this really a high-end game?"

He and two medical students followed behind, but did not see Shen Bingjie's tiny-colored face.

At this moment, Shen Bingjie had a ferocious face, gritted her teeth, and kept muttering: "I was careless! I never expected that only two-star scenes were full of real ghosts. Do you want to start stuffing red clothes into it?"

Shen Bingjie couldn't even think about using the evil ghost in red to scare tourists to play, but today she found that people actually did it.
Chapter completed!