The building here is about six or seven meters above the ground. They were roughly on the second floor. In the distance, amidst the overgrown weeds, two figures, a man and a woman, rushed frantically toward the large, barely visible iron gate.

Although there were many weeds and trees outside, the ground was mostly soil or gravel paths, but the two of them ran with stumbling steps, as if some invisible force was reaching out and pulling them.

This made the two even more frightened, and after tripping, they crawled towards the door.

“They can’t escape.” Liao Yuewei’s gentle voice was tinged with coldness. Seeing Cheng Shuang looking at her, she extended her hand. “Hello, Protector!”

Cheng Shuang wasn't surprised that Liao Yuewei could guess her identity. After all, the protectors weren't actors. Apart from the three natives who were full of excitement for challenging the haunted school and enthusiasm for their work, the other seven people were all acting independently, their vigilance tinged with indifference towards everything.

She, a normal child who had just lost her brother, would naturally be somewhat dependent on her only remaining family member. It was impossible for her to remain so calm and collected in observing others after being inexplicably separated from her.

Even if it's a child with a withdrawn personality.

Cheng Shuang was careless for a moment, or perhaps she was so captivated by the two who escaped that she forgot this detail.

She also extended her small hand, saying, "Hello, senior."

Liao Yuewei smiled with satisfaction at the child's calm and honesty, and didn't mind giving him a few more pointers. She said gently, "Have you ever heard of murder mystery games? We're a team of two. Play your roles well and don't reveal your true identity to anyone outside your team, including the locals."

She didn't doubt the authenticity of the child's age. It was said that the Gate of Reincarnation did not accept those under the age of eighteen. Perhaps Cheng Shuang had other opportunities, but none of that mattered to her. All she needed was a reliable temporary partner to safely get through this world.

Cheng Shuang nodded. She had played murder mystery games before, but compared to the game "Gate of Reincarnation," real-life murder mystery games laid out almost all the clues in front of you, so there must be a big difference between the two.

That's what she thought, and that's what she asked.

Hearing the little girl's question, Liao Yuewei glanced at her, then turned her gaze back to the two people outside the window. Seeing them finally rush out of the iron gate, she casually replied, "I encountered a murder mystery game once. That level seemed easy; the vacation villa formed a locked room, and the activity area of ​​the maintainers was limited to the villa. Generally, the clues wouldn't stray outside this area. In the end, four people died, and two survived. It was a highly intelligent native killer. The difficulty lay in the fact that his identity was elusive, and the people he killed would become his 'accomplices.' Although they couldn't help him carry out the killings, they could assist him in fabricating false evidence."

"After that gate of reincarnation, I went bald for several days."

The beautiful woman chuckled softly, her voice slightly hoarse, which was very pleasant to hear.

The little girl, who had been somewhat captivated by the sound, suddenly turned her gaze back to the window.

A man and a woman fell heavily from the top of the large iron gate. From a distance, they were seen with broken heads and bleeding profusely, and they did not get up for a long time.

After they regained their senses, they tried again and again, unwilling to give up, but were always thrown back to the ground. In the end, as if programmed, they numbly repeated the action of running outwards until they could no longer get up.

A pool of blood had accumulated on the ground, covered by a figure lying limp like minced meat. Cheng Shuang looked away; her senses had been heightened again, so she could see clearly in the relatively good light.

"Huh?" Footsteps sounded behind them. The punk guy, reeking of cigarette smoke, walked in and brazenly stepped between the two, gazing into the distance. "What are they doing at the door?"

"Tch, you're sick!" he scoffed, raising his hand to put his arm around Liao Yuewei and Cheng Shuang's shoulders, but the two dodged him with their hands to the side.

The punk guy wasn't embarrassed at all. He calmly seized the opportunity to reprimand them, putting his arm around their shoulders and saying, "You guys need to cooperate more. Everyone is introducing themselves to each other, but you're all acting alone. You have no organization or discipline at all!"

Liao Yuewei shrugged and said dismissively, "We'll go out now."

After saying that, he walked out of the classroom.

Cheng Shuang followed and stepped out the door, just in time to hear the punk man's assistant introducing himself.

"I'm photographer A-Kun, and she's medium A-Hui. Ladies, if you want your photos to turn out well, you can bribe me beforehand!" The man carrying the equipment was nearly thirty years old. He was slightly overweight and unremarkable in appearance, but a slight arch of his eyebrows made him look cheerful.

His female assistant, whom he called a "spiritual medium," sported a similar punk look, with dark circles under her eyes, a nose ring, and black lips that obscured her true appearance. She nodded dismissively and pulled eight small, yellow, eraser-sized paper objects from her pocket, handing them out one by one.

"Amulet!" Ah Hui had a slightly husky voice, low and hoarse, making it difficult to tell if it was male or female.

Cheng Shuang followed the crowd and took one. Looking down, the amulet, folded into a triangle, emitted a faint sandalwood scent, and the small red traditional Chinese characters on it seemed to say "to ward off evil spirits."

Then the participants began to introduce themselves.

The new male participant, named Zhang Bao, claimed that he was timid and that he signed up for the horror forum's activities in order to toughen up.

It's exactly as written on the data sheet.

"You're such a coward!" Ah Kun mocked, winking playfully. "Stop trembling now, you'll have plenty of time to tremble after dark!"

Zhang Bao forced a smile, shrank back, and stopped talking.

The couple, whose names are Su Ming and Wenwen, participated in the event to prove that their love is stronger than ever.

The man in the iron tower, who called himself Brother Shuo, scoffed in a deep voice, "I don't believe in ghosts!"

The maintainers looked at each other, feeling that this reason was far too unconvincing for them.

The other two are siblings, the brother named Liu Jueshan and the sister named Fangfang. When asked about their reasons for participating in the event, they both showed great excitement, which shows that, as they said, they are seasoned enthusiasts of haunted houses.

Cheng Shuang couldn't replicate the gloomy expression of the fourteen-year-old 'Cheng Shuang' in the photo. She just stared blankly and simply said her name, leaving the rest to Liao Yuewei.

“Her brother, my boyfriend, disappeared after reporting on this abandoned school,” Liao Yuewei said dejectedly. “We agreed to come and look for clues.”

The live streaming platform was always logged in. While Akun was introducing himself, the punk guy held up the phone, practically shoving the camera right up to Liao Yuewei's face, not looking away for ages. It was clear how irresistible the beauty's melancholic and fragile demeanor was.

It was the medium Ahui, with a somber face, who gave a cold snort, which brought the punk man back to his senses.

He handed the phone back to Ah Kun, stood in front of the camera, and said, "Hello, beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen, Ah Tai welcomes you all. As always..." The camera slowly moved to the large open window on one side of the corridor, and the number of viewers on the screen jumped from hundreds to thousands.

As the sun sets, the last rays of light silently fade away.

"Twilight has arrived, the time for demons to appear."