"Let's not waste time, let's start exploring now. There are only a few ways that a haunted house can scare people. As long as you firmly believe that everything is fake, nothing can scare me. Not only will I not be scared when I see those haunted house actors, I will even find them funny." Liu Gang ignored Bai Buhui. He took a step forward, and the team of eleven people officially entered the Psychic Ghost School.

Faint cries could be heard from the corner, and children's whispers were carried in the cold wind. This place used to be a paradise, but now there was only an empty corridor.

The half-open wooden door creaked, there were fine words on the wall, and the sharp knife carved out the only beauty left in the children's minds.

"It's very real. We entered the largest abandoned school in Xinhai a year ago to test our courage. This place gives me a very similar feeling to that school." Lan Dong took out his mobile phone and took a few photos. "It doesn't look like it was deliberately made to look old. It seems that this school was originally like this. Look at the dust in the cracks of the window frames and the traces of burning at the base of the wall."

I touched the wall with my fingers and found a layer of burnt paint under the dusty white surface.

"In order to create this scene, we have to burn the walls and then repaint them. Has the owner of the haunted house considered even such small details?" There were two other students beside Lan Dong. One was called Ali, who was chubby and looked very honest. The other was a girl who was very quiet and didn't like to talk much.

“Maybe the owner of the haunted house transported the burned walls outside to the underground and remodeled them.” Liu Gang didn’t want his audience to think that this haunted house had any highlights. He tried his best to liven up the atmosphere and dilute the horror: “Speaking of which, we’ve been here for five minutes and haven’t seen any actors. The actors in this haunted house are so unprofessional.”

"Maybe they are waiting for an opportunity." The male assistant replied with a smile. Just as he was about to move forward, the big and little ghosts who were exploring the way in front suddenly stopped.

"Did you hear a strange sound?" The big ghost who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke. He looked around, then turned back and stared at the road they came from: "It seems to be coming from behind."

"What sound? Why didn't I hear it?"

"It's a bit like the faucet is not tightened, and the water drops down." The big ghost took a few steps back and pushed open the door next to Liu Kang. This was a very ordinary-looking toilet with a total of five cubicles.

"Be careful, the haunted house actors may be hiding in the cubicles." The creepy background music came into my ears, the big ghost and the little ghost entered the bathroom, and everyone else stood at the door.

"What are you afraid of? There are so many of us here. I'll find the actor right away and let everyone see him." The little ghost took the lead. When he saw the camera was shooting at him, he became even more proud and pushed the door of the first compartment open with force.

There was nothing in the narrow compartment. He then pushed open the doors of several compartments behind it, and finally stopped at the door of the fifth compartment.

"It takes so much effort to restore an abandoned toilet. There must be some scary points hidden in this place. The dripping sound came from the toilet. There must be something wrong with this last cubicle." The little ghost and the big ghost stood on one side, and they pushed the door of the last cubicle open at the same time.

“Bang!”

The cubicle door hit the wall. There was no one hidden in the last cubicle, only a torn diary.

"It was a false alarm. Looks like we thought too much." Others went into the restroom one after another, while the little ghost and the big ghost picked up the exercise books on the ground, on which there were some words written intermittently.

"Don't go into a dripping toilet alone. There may be scary ghosts hiding in the four corners of the cubicle."

"Don't walk with your head down, or cold hands will hold your head down."

“Don’t stay too long in a room full of posters. They can’t get out, and they’ll keep you in.”

"Don't chew your fingers, or your nails will be taken away."

"Don't stare at a broken mirror, lest you find yourself reflected in the mirror and find yourself different from yourself"

“Don’t read a found diary. If you read his past, you will become his next self.”

The little ghost closed the tattered diary and curled his lips: "If I believed this, I wouldn't have gone to sleep in the cemetery. It's boring."

He casually threw the diary into the toilet bowl. As the diary fell, the door of the first cubicle in the toilet suddenly slammed shut.

His hands trembled, and the little ghost looked at the other people in the room unhappily: "Who closed the door? Are you sick?"

"It seems like no one has touched it." Bai Buhui was standing at the back of the line. He hesitated for a moment, and his palm fell on the door panel of the first compartment. The photographer also pointed the camera at him.

Pushing slowly, there was still nothing in the first compartment.

"There's no mechanism installed on the door hinge or door frame, how could it suddenly close? Was it the wind that blew it shut?"

"That's not right!" the male assistant suddenly shouted, and Liu Gang was startled.

"Don't be so surprised. What did you find?"

"Maybe I saw it wrong." The male assistant smiled reluctantly. He leaned close to Liu Kang's ear and said, "I've been watching your live broadcast room. The camera was pointed at Bai Buhui just now. When he opened the door, the screen seemed to capture a child lying in the first cubicle."

"If you saw it correctly, the comments in the live broadcast room would have exploded a long time ago." Liu Gang glanced at his own live broadcast room. The comments were normal, as if only the male assistant had seen the scene just now. "If I had known, I would not have brought you this time. Don't scare yourself. It's a live broadcast now. It would be too embarrassing if you were scared."

After the camera was turned on him, Liu Kang immediately regained his composure: "Well, there's nothing to see in this toilet. Let's go find the oil painting and try to finish the task half an hour ahead of schedule."

"Yeah." Bai Buhui also felt it was very strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange about it.

Several people all walked out of the toilet, and only the male assistant was still confused. He looked down at the live broadcast on his phone and shook his head: "Maybe I really saw it wrong."

Just as he was about to walk out, the male assistant suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if being pinched by a cold little hand.

"who?!"

Turning his head suddenly, the male assistant saw a gray foot flash by in the fifth cubicle.

"What is that?" He didn't have the courage to run over and see for himself, so he ran out when the little ghost and the big ghost left the toilet. No one stayed in the toilet.

Tick-tock, tick-tock…

Red liquid dripped from the water pipe, and shallow water stains appeared in the four corners of the toilet, looking like four human faces.

The male assistant held the phone tightly and squeezed to Liu Kang's side, not knowing whether he should tell Liu Kang what he had just seen.

He was feeling very uneasy now, and even staying in the center of the crowd he couldn't dispel that feeling of panic.

He looked back at the toilet from time to time, strange background music entered his ears, and the footsteps behind him became chaotic, as if something more seemed to appear as he walked.