"Is this the diary of the owner of the haunted house? He records murders?"

Shao Wen also suspected that this was a prop, but the content in the diary was so real that just reading it gave him a thrilling and immersive feeling.

Even if the contents of the diary are fictional, the person who could write them is definitely not a normal person.

Taking a deep breath, Shao Wen wanted to put the diary down, but something that frightened him even more happened.

His body seemed to have lost control. He turned the pages of the book with his hands, and his eyes were fixed on the words in the blood-red diary. He couldn't even take his eyes away. It was as if the diary was sucking his soul in.

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

His teeth began to chatter, the sound of his heartbeat became infinitely amplified, and Shao Wen's hand finally turned to a blank page in the diary.

Just when he thought everything was finally over, drop after drop of blood fell on the diary, like a life falling from a high altitude, leaving one glaring blood flower after another on the ground.

The blood seeped into the paper, and paragraphs of words appeared on the blank page of the diary: "On * year * month * day, someone saw the story I wrote, and now I plan to write him into my story as well."

The countless arms grabbing onto his body all began to exert force, and Shao Wen felt that his body was about to be torn apart. He wanted to shout, but no sound came out. He could only watch himself being dragged into the storybook. When he looked back for the last time, he was horrified to find that his body was still there!

"Meow."

A cat's meow sounded 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 drenched in cold sweat.

Shao Wen closed the diary immediately. His arms were still shaking until now. "Is my mental quality too poor?"

His legs were weak, Shao Wen thought again and again, and finally decided to take the diary away: "It's time to go to the next room."

Pushing his glasses, Shao Wen leaned over the door of the staff lounge and listened for a while. When there was no movement outside, he pushed the door open and walked out.

He pressed his body against the wall and entered the bathroom of the haunted house.

Glancing around, Shao Wen's eyes quickly focused on the door of the toilet cubicle.

On the door that was sealed with wooden boards, there was a hideous image of an evil spirit carved into it.

"Is this the door?" Shao Wen slowly approached the toilet cubicle. He shook the wooden board and found that the cubicle door was sealed tightly and could not be opened at all: "Bingjie wants something behind the door, but the door is sealed and she can't get in at all."

He squatted down, leaned close to the small hole on the door and looked inside. There was a deep red color on the other side of the door.

"Blood?"

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

"What the hell!" Shao Wen sat down 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 it, dragging the skull crusher with him: "It seems that you are indeed planning to take this door."

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

"This is a haunted house. Even if you scream your lungs out, people outside will just think you're having fun." Chen Ge waved his hand, and Men Nan appeared from behind Shao Wen: "Knock him out, then take him underground. Try Zhang Yi's ability on him to see if he can erase those unpleasant memories."

"Okay." Men Nan seemed to have mistaken Shao Wen for Chen Ge, and was particularly ruthless today.

Chen Ge stood by and watched silently. He was thinking about another thing: "Why would these people come to my haunted house to look for the door?"

"My enemies now are the ghost fetus, the cursed hospital, and Jia Ming. Which side do these three tourists belong to?"

The ghost fetus is an evil spirit and has not yet been fully born. The cursed hospital is a four-star scene and it should not control tourists to come and test it during the day. Thinking about it this way, only Jia Ming would do such a thing.

"Although Jia Ming is a man, the real danger lies in the evil soul in him. A cornered animal will do something desperate. When he is forced into a desperate situation, he might 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. He is not possessed, nor is he used as a scapegoat. He is just stupid." Men Nan looked at the blood-red "diary" hidden in Shao Wen's clothes and added, "He is hopelessly stupid."

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

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

"No one told me how terrible this book was. That's enough."

Chen Ge put Zhang Ya's bedtime story book into the interlayer of his backpack. He didn't know what the book was used for, but he felt that he would be able to use it in the future.

Carrying his backpack, Chen Ge entered the haunted dressing room, found some clothes to put on, then contacted the mobile ghost and went straight to 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 was almost not afraid. Although she would scream occasionally, she could always adjust her state within two or three seconds.

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

"This is the first time I've seen such a tourist. Could it be..." Wu Jinpeng narrowed his eyes: "Is this a real expert?"

He and two medical students followed behind and did not see Shen Bingjie's livid face.

At this moment, Shen Bingjie had a ferocious look on his face and gnashed his teeth, muttering continuously: "I was careless! I never expected that this two-star scene would be full of real ghosts. Are we going to start stuffing red clothes into the three-star and four-star scenes?"

Shen Bingjie never dared to imagine using a red-clothed ghost to scare tourists for fun, but today she discovered that there are actually people who would do it.

"There are still comments online saying this haunted house isn't scary? Damn it! This is definitely a trap!"