Chapter 81 "Witch's Kaleidoscope" 4 The world in the notebook...

He thought so, but the result was beyond his expectation.

The player panicked and accidentally bumped into the bookshelf, causing the book in his hand to fall to the ground. There was a crackling sound accompanied by screams, and the scene suddenly became terrifying.

Zhu Ci was stunned. He didn't expect it to be like this.

After regaining his vision, the player looked at the books on the ground with a pale face, and tremblingly tried to pick up the books that had fallen on the ground, as if something terrible would happen if he was a step late.

However, there was a lot of blood dripping on the books on the ground, which seemed to have flowed from the player's arm.

Through the curtain, Zhu Ci seemed to smell blood. He searched the ground with his eyes, and suddenly, he saw a book stained with the player's blood...

The book looked very familiar. It was wrapped in brown paper but without the scratches made with a knife. It was the book that the copy warned him not to open.

Zhuci understood instantly that each player's space has a medium that can connect to other players' spaces, and this book is his connection in that world.

The points of the blessing were slowly increasing, and the player hurriedly put all the books in place. However, his judgment was not entirely correct, and more and more blood dripped onto the book in his arms.

Zhu Ci could faintly hear the sound of dripping water, the smell of blood lingered at his nose, and an unknown aura was approaching him.

That player became even more flustered, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

If this continues, something will happen to that player, and he will be in trouble too.

Zhu Ci walked helplessly to the projector, studied it for a while, and adjusted the time back a little.

【“What did the anchor do to make his points grow so fast?”

"He even helped to turn back the countdown for that player."

"Wait, is there something strange happening to the host's house?"]

Congratulations: "..."

"Bang, bang, bang..." Weird noises came from the kitchen.

Zhu Ci turned around and saw that the sound came from the space where the corpse was.

At the same time, the walls of the house changed rapidly, taking on a bright red hue.

Zhu Ci's eyes were dyed red by the color, and then crystal tears oozed from his right eye. After a moment of confusion, the rewards in the live broadcast room increased a lot.

There were strange sounds in his ears and a bloody world in front of him. Zhu Ci quickly turned off the projector. He now felt like he was in a space full of alarms and about to be destroyed.

If he had known this would happen, he would not have done it, even though his points have now exceeded double digits and he is firmly ranked first.

“Bang!”

The noises in the kitchen were terrifying; the body must have broken open the door under the sink and was squeezing out.

The room felt like it was on fire; the air was so thin that it was hard to breathe.

Zhuci seemed to have thought of something and ran quickly to the room.

The notebook was lying on the ground, and in addition to the knife marks, there were also many bloodstains on the book.

Zhu Ci was still relatively calm now, but in the originally quiet space, the mechanical footsteps behind him were undoubtedly a kind of coercion and intimidation to him.

Zhu Ci took a few tissues and wiped the book thoroughly, but blood could not be wiped clean with tissues.

The corpse behind him seemed to be behind him.

Zhu Ci suddenly turned around and looked at him.

There were corpse spots of varying sizes on the opponent's body, and there were marks of strangulation on his neck and hands. The eyes that should have been lifeless were now staring down at Zhu Ci, and the kitchen knife held high seemed to be able to take his life at any time.

Zhu Ci was squatting, he picked up a table beside him and threw it on the thing.

The knife fell to the ground with a clinking sound.

Zhu Ci didn't know how he broke free from the rope, but judging from the marks on his body, the corpse was already dead and would not die again even if the rope was strangled harder.

Zhu Ci stepped on the corpse. If the original owner had killed someone before, he would definitely have tools.

Sure enough, he found several knives and hemp ropes in the drawer under the desk. Zhu Ci tied it up again, then he took a breath. The smell of blood in the air made him feel sick.

Zhu Ci hesitated for a moment. If he immersed the notebook in water, would this copy be flooded?

A piece of paper suddenly fell out of the notebook. Zhu Ci picked it up. Then, the words on the paper made him fall silent.

"Your tears are so beautiful, why don't you dare open them and take a look?"

The introduction does not make sense.

Zhu Ci's face turned cold and he looked up to the front. Could he see his tears?

However, he still saw nothing. He looked down at the notebook in his hand again. This guy who was hiding somewhere was urging him to open the notebook.

He is not an impulsive person, but what happened just now proved that this notebook is closely related to the space he is in, and the content inside may be the background of this copy.

Zhu Ci raised his head and suddenly saw the rabbit beside the bed.

The rabbit had sat on his bedside table at some point, its eyes had disappeared but blood was still oozing out.

Zhu Ci reached out and touched his right eye, which was wet.

His gaze froze.

"I am watching..."

The words on the note emerged from his mind.

It was not his habit to sit and wait for death. Zhu Ci closed the door and slowly opened the notebook in his hand.

Generally speaking, a notebook opened from the outside is often not the first page.

Zhu Ci didn't expect that this notebook only gave him one chance to turn the page.

…

Zhuci fell into darkness.

…

He tried hard to open his eyes, and finally...

Zhuci sat up.

He looked at the scene in astonishment.

This is a very clean bedroom. Judging from its size and layout, it should be the bedroom of this copy.

The air seemed a little humid. Zhu Ci turned his head and looked out the window. It was raining, and because of this, the light was dim, making it difficult to tell whether it was day or night.

The alarm clock by the bed showed six o'clock in the evening.

After opening the notebook, he thought something terrible would happen, but he didn't expect the environment to change.

He stood up and walked to the desk, where there was a calendar.

There were many circles on the calendar with a red pen. Zhu Ci didn't understand the meaning of the circles. One of the circles was heavily circled several times and had a big exclamation mark on it.

This exclamation mark seems to represent only a mood, making people inexplicably anxious.

There was a notebook placed upright on the desk. It was obvious that this notebook was not the original one. This one was very new and clean, with no blood or scratches made with a knife.

This should open.

Zhuci opened the notebook. It would be more appropriate to call it a diary rather than a notebook.

The original owner marked who he had killed and what their names were according to the date.

Congratulations: "..."

It seems that the character he plays is indeed a murderer.

That’s nothing, he can just treat this copy as a fake game.

Perhaps he could use this to find out who the body in the room belonged to. Then, his expression became serious because the words written at the back of the notebook had changed.

"How can a dead person move?"

"Can they crawl out after being burned to ashes?"

"It's ridiculous. They shouldn't even have a grave."

…

"Did it really crawl out? No, it's impossible!"

"The seventh day, the seventh day... Who would believe this? Come and kill me if you have the guts, hahahahahaha!"

…

Zhu Ci didn't know what the original owner had seen that caused him to become like this, but if one had killed too many people, and if one couldn't bear it psychologically, one would become suspicious and feel that someone would crawl out from underground to avenge oneself.

In reality, there are no such ghosts in this world.

Although he was in an unscientific game, Zhu Ci still subconsciously believed in science.

He opened the closet and checked, but there was no body inside.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Zhuci opened the door of the living room. When he walked out, the living room was empty, the lights were not on, and there was no food on the table. It seemed that the so-called parents were still not at home.

He walked over and turned on the light. The rain outside seemed to have gotten heavier. Zhu Ci felt a little uneasy. He walked to the table and found a note.

"Honey, I'm coming to see you~"

Congratulations: “…” The handwriting was very similar to the note he had received before. His eyes became a little serious, but then he felt much more relieved. If this was the past of the original copy, then he had not died after such a long time. This guy would not kill him easily.

As long as I don't die, there is nothing I can't endure.

but……

Thinking about the contents of the notebook, Zhu Ci went back to the room and picked up the calendar.

"Boom!"

Thunder and lightning flashed fiercely outside the window, as if a demon stretched out its sharp claws and tore at the sky.

There was a rumble of thunder and the rain was getting heavier.

Zhu Ci drew the curtains. He was not afraid of thunder or lightning, but this terrible weather inevitably made people think of extremely bad things.

The air seemed to be more humid, making people feel uncomfortable.

I felt a hunger in my stomach.

Zhuci walked out with the calendar.

If nothing goes wrong, the red circle on the calendar may represent the date of their death.

And the date with the exclamation mark is July 7th.

What's the date today?

Zhuci walked towards the kitchen. No matter what, he had to find some food first, as he was really a little hungry.

…

“Knock, knock…”

The knock on the door was muffled and blended with the thunder outside.

Zhu Ci glanced at the clock in the living room, his expression suddenly frozen.

Time flies so fast, and it's already nine o'clock in the evening.

"Knock knock." There was another knock on the door.

Zhuci didn't say anything, he just opened the refrigerator.

There were some normal-looking bottles of milk in the refrigerator, not the raw meat he had feared he would see.

He took out the milk and sat on the sofa.

Zhu Ci sorted out his thoughts. The current situation seemed to be even worse than before. When would this scene end?

He picked up a piece of paper that had appeared on the glass table in the living room at some point. The piece of paper was a little soft, as if it had been soaked in water vapor.

"I know you're in there."

That's what the note said.

Zhu Ci opened the milk and took a sip.

"Boom...clang..."

The window seemed to have been blown open by the sudden strong wind and rain outside.

A gust of cold wind blew in.

To make matters worse, the overhead light in the living room began to flicker.

His disregard is undoubtedly infuriating.