The light on the printer suddenly lit up, and a piece of printed paper fell in front of Tails. The girl was an editor of a horror magazine, and she was quite courageous. Her first reaction when she saw the paper was not to be afraid, but to pick it up: "Did I trigger some mechanism? How lucky am I?"

She picked up the white paper and took a look. There was a very blurry outline on the A4 paper.

"What is that?" Wei looked at it for a long time but couldn't understand it: "Anan, look at this piece of paper. It suddenly fell out of the printer. There is a very faint pattern on it."

Anan, who was studying the costume, took the white paper. He was a little confused when he saw the blurred outline on it: "There are no numbers or letters. It shouldn't be a password or something like that."

Anan took out his phone and took a picture: "It's just ordinary white paper, no interlayer."

He rubbed the light outline on the white paper with some saliva, and said, "The color of the paper has not changed in any way, and there should be no chemical agent applied to the surface."

After trying various methods, Anan finally found that it seemed to be just an ordinary piece of white paper.

"I've read so many suspense and detective novels and tried every method I could think of." Anan returned the white paper to Wei Li: "Put it away, maybe it can be used in the next level."

"Okay." Weiba folded the white paper, but before he put it into his pocket, he saw the printer "spit out" another piece of white paper.

It was the same size, with the same blurry outline printed on it, but it seemed a little clearer than before.

"Is someone operating the printer?" Anan opened the cover of the printer and checked it. He didn't find anything wrong. It was just an ordinary printer. "It's really weird. These are all ordinary things we see in our daily lives. How come they become weird after being moved to this haunted house?"

After unplugging the computer, Anan ignored the second sheet of paper that popped out of the printer. He was a little flustered. “We’ve wasted a lot of time here. Let’s not look for it anymore. Let’s leave first.”

At the innermost part of the warehouse, Hu Ya was admiring several paintings in the cabinet. She had a strange expression on her face, as if she was shocked by the strange and bizarre style of the paintings.

"Sister Huya? It's time for us to go." Anan urged.

"Look at these paintings. They seem to be drawn from the perspective of a dead person. I can even feel the desire of the painter to almost seep out of the drawing paper. It wants to experience life, as if it is about to drill out of the painting and drag the audience into the painting." Hu Ya took out her phone and wanted to take a photo, but considering that this was in a haunted house, she held back: "I must have a good chat with the author of these paintings when I have the chance. It would be perfect if we can ask him to draw illustrations for our magazine."

"If our artist heard you say this, he would probably get mad again." Anan smiled helplessly.

Huya and Anan walked outside, ready to leave.

Tail behind her, she was about to leave, but at this moment a slight sound came from the printer, and then the computer next to the printer started up by itself.

It was very quiet all around, and any sound would be amplified. Tail watched the computer screen light up by itself, and no one touched it during the entire process.

"Is it the owner of the haunted house who is behind the scenes?"

Tail stopped where he was, and began to think wildly in his mind: "It's impossible for the owner of the haunted house to waste space to set up a useless scene. Could the secret of this warehouse be hidden in the computer?"

When I first came in, I was very curious. Why was the word "Paradise" written on the door of such a shabby warehouse? There must be something strange about it.

She widened her beautiful eyes and moved closer to the computer.

The screen emitted a faint light, and the overall background was still black, with the outline of a human face vaguely printed in it.

At first, Weili thought it was the reflection of the screen, reflecting her face, but the more she looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong.

“This looks like a man’s face, right?”

There were a lot of things in the warehouse, and it was very messy. The three editors from the magazine were squeezed in the innermost part, while Yang Chen and the other two were slightly outside. There were some shabby shelves between them.

"Li Xue, look at the organ models in these glass jars. They are almost exactly the same as the specimens in our school."

"It's consistent with the real thing in proportion." As a medical student, Li Xue couldn't find any fault with the organ model in front of her. This made her feel an inexplicable fear. You know, they are not in the Forensic Medicine School now, but visiting a haunted house.

“If you are not someone who often deals with organs, you simply cannot make such a realistic model.” Internal organ models are different from puppet models. They can only be seen by opening the body of a living thing. In addition, human internal organs are completely different from those of animals. Yang Chen can be sure that all the specimen jars on the shelf are human organ models: “Last time I visited, I felt that the owner of the haunted house knew a lot about the structure of the human body. Generally speaking, if a person knows a lot about internal organs, he is either a doctor who saves lives or a butcher who kills people.”

“Have you watched too many movies?” Wang Yan was a little scared by what Yang Chen said: “The owner of the haunted house pays great attention to details. These internal organ models are probably specially made by him.”

“I feel like things aren’t that simple.” Yang Chen retracted his gaze and walked outside: “Every time I come to this haunted house, I have a different experience. The styles of each horror scene are very different, but they are all so real, just like these buildings and corresponding ghost stories really exist in reality.”

The three medical students were about to leave the warehouse. Xiao Li was holding his phone, but before he could find a chance to take a photo, Bai Qiulin was blocking the door.

He put one hand in his pocket and glanced at Fan Cong nonchalantly.

The fat on his belly trembled slightly, but Fan Cong had no idea that he had been targeted. All his attention was focused on the passage.

The wall lamps went out one by one, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster, giving people the feeling that something was rushing towards them in the passage at an increasing speed.

His fingers clenched subconsciously, and Fan Cong's eyes gradually widened. Darkness invaded, and the figures among them swayed, and some seemed to be lying on the ceiling.

His heart began to beat wildly, and Fan Cong grabbed Fan Dade's arm: "Brother, be careful! Something is coming!"

"What is that?" Fan Dade was a rather dull person, and only started looking around after being reminded by Fan Cong.

"It's over there! Call them out quickly!" Fan Cong kept An Nan's words in mind. No matter what happened, everyone had to get together.

"Don't panic, I'll go take a look." Fan Dade walked towards the intersection. He was very timid and just wanted to pretend in front of his brother. After taking two or three steps, he stopped, stretched his neck, and looked hard towards the intersection.

The wall lamps went out faster and faster, the light suddenly dimmed, and Fan Dade became nervous.

As he walked forward, Lao Zhou and Duan Yue took a few steps back, and they and Bai Qiulin surrounded Fan Cong in the middle.