Outside the strange world, Hong Kong.

Xie Jixing heard the news that Xie Yihan had returned.

She walked out of the bedroom and saw Xie Yihan in the living room listening to his right-hand assistant reporting on the investigation.

She stood on a high place with her robe gathered up, just in time to see the scattered photos on the coffee table: all kinds of strange torture instruments in the basement, some of which she could name, such as the Junker mask, and some of which she had never seen before.

These were taken by Fang Ark's psychics who entered Guan's house after noticing something unusual. There was no blood on them. The Guan family, who had kidnapped the people, encountered an accident before they could take any action.

Xie Jixing did not conceal the sound of his footsteps.

Instead, his subordinate looked up at her.

Xie Jixing smiled at him and the other party nodded politely.

The garden was being weeded and the engine was making a rumbling noise.

But the enhanced physique of the psychic allowed her to hear the conversation between the two clearly. "He must have been dragged into the ghost story. The residual psychic fluctuations in the Guan residence are the same as the data released by the Investigation Bureau."

“The Global Joint Investigation Bureau issued a notice.

At the same time, an A-level rule ghost story occurred in various countries, codenamed "Aoki High School"... The eldest son of the Guan family has rushed to the company to take charge, and he should be worried about the stock price fluctuations. "

The right-hand man's tone was somewhat sarcastic.

The last global horror story of this kind was "Fairy Tale of Evil". Only A-level horror stories have the ability to break out around the world.

Xie Yihan's expression was somewhat solemn.

The higher up the class, the more they value their lives. They will spend large sums of money to invest in themselves. This situation has not been encountered in the previous black fairy tale rule ghost stories. This time, it was discovered that Aoki High School was able to break the careful layout of the Guan family and pull the selected humans in.

These tycoons and powerful people are somewhat panicked.

Even though it is a rule-based ghost story, it is an A-level with a very low survival rate. Guan Xiren and Qu Meiyuan are likely to die in the ghost realm this time.

The girl captured by the Guan family had good luck, but also bad luck.

If he didn't die at the hands of the Guan family, he would most likely die in a ghost story.

Xie Yihan said slowly: "Let our people continue to monitor Guan's every move. If that woman comes out, bring her here."

He had seen Jiang Langyue's experience. This person had a wolf-like nature. He believed that if she was given a chance, she would become a useful knife.

Xie Jixing walked downstairs only after his men finished their report and left in a hurry.

She held a professional book in her hand and glanced at the photos with a slightly surprised look on her face. "Why does the Guan family have these things?"

"The Guan family participated in the Yuzhang Academy and..."

Xie Yihan paused, then laughed, "These tools have actually been used on some people. The Ying Huai you saw might have his blood on these torture instruments."

Xie Jixing opened his mouth slightly, his expression changing from surprise to shock and fear.

"Don't you want to ask about the Guan family?" Xie Yihan looked at her with interest, "I thought you really wanted to cancel the engagement."

She shook her head: "I will listen to my brother."

Xie Yihan was very satisfied and stroked her hair. "It's best if you think so. Brother won't hurt you."

Xie Jixing smiled back. She knew that Guan Xiren did not enter Aoki High School, but was taken to the Happy Playground.

They will never come back.

She returned to her bedroom. Her computer was being monitored, so she could only use a specially treated mobile phone. When she clicked on it, she saw a forwarded post.

The original post was in Japanese and was translated into Chinese.

The title is "Dangerous Experience in the Happy Playground."

[I am a psychic belonging to Fuso Tsuru Shokai. Psychics should all know that if we want to stabilize our mental strength, we have to fight against the weird. Psychics who stay away from weird stories are more likely to lose control and backfire.

I have experienced four or five ghost stories so far, and I can be ranked in the top 20 among the supernatural people in the Tsuru Seikai headquarters.

Yesterday, my wife, 10-year-old and I fell asleep and found ourselves near a large playground. Next to it was a bus stop, and behind the platform was a promotional picture of a family of three rowing on a lake.

The site is called "Happy Playground."

That’s right, it’s the C-level ghost story that was introduced into our country from China.

I remember clearly that we fell asleep for less than half an hour and when we woke up it was already daytime.

There were many island families in the open space in front of the playground, their ages ranging from thirty to fifty, some with three or even four members. I also saw my colleagues.

We immediately realized that we had entered into a weird story, and that this weird story was targeting families.

We tried to find several directions to go, but found that there was no way to leave here. Finally, we could only enter the Happy Playground to find a chance to escape.

This amusement park only allows one family to buy a ticket to enter. We didn't have any paper money for the dead, but fortunately the ticket office allowed us to exchange items for tickets. I used one of my hands to exchange for family tickets, and other families did the same, but they used body parts of their wives or children.

After entering the amusement park, I found that it was very large and crowded, with staff wearing pink uniforms everywhere.

These staff members will follow you around and ask you to fill out a happiness survey after you ride the rides.

So far so good.

But they forgot that humans are emotional animals. The wives of those families lost some of their organs, and although they looked gentle on the outside, they were filled with resentment in their hearts.

The bleeding wounds also scared their children and made them cry, but I am a flesh-and-blood mutant, I can sew up my wounds and stop them from bleeding.

It turns out that those wise wives hated their husbands just as much as the weird ones. Half of them died as soon as we entered the amusement park.

Everything in this ghostland serves happiness.

The rides here all have their own dangers, but we guess the requirements for passing the levels are hidden in some of the projects and you won’t find them until you ride them.

Our group went to the first project, the haunted house, and as we walked, I saw that the wives of several families were covered by dark shadows, but the husbands of these families did not notice that there was anything wrong with their family members.

I didn't dare remind them because their wives were glaring at me angrily.

After leaving the haunted house, the pink-clad staff asked all the families and the ghosts pretending to be wives to take a happiness test, but they couldn't even recognize their own wives, so it was obviously impossible for them to pass the test. Those families were strangely eaten alive in front of me.

I covered the child's eyes in time so he didn't cry.

Today, we are the only family left on the island alive.

His colleague also died unfortunately, and he was busy taking care of the children.

All my previous experience in dealing with ghost stories was useless in this case. The word "happiness" alone has nothing to do with our country.

Fortunately, I love my wife and children very much.

By the third project, I had used up all my mental energy and realized that our family was likely to collapse here.

So my wife and I discussed going boating on the lake, because we first met on the beach, and we also wanted to use the last bit of time to make up for the neglect of my family due to my work over the years.

Renting a boat also requires ghost money.

This time I gave my other arm.

As our boat entered the center of the lake, we saw a man and a woman appear on the shore of Forget-Your-Troubles Lake. I could confirm that they were humans, middle-aged people in their forties or fifties, dressed very elegantly, and they looked very panicked.

Then, I heard a frivolous voice in the void:

"Transaction completed, please check your goods~"

After the sound fell, a big change took place in the playground.

Dark clouds replaced the sunny sky, the wind blew violently, and the sounds of women crying, children laughing, and old people coughing could be heard from all directions.

I suddenly realized that something unexpected had happened in the ghost story that I was not aware of. Everything was out of control here, and I felt a strong magnetic field movement.

It is eroding, changing, and advancing...