The atmosphere in dormitory 413 became weird. Ali was Lan Dong's best friend, so it was impossible for him to help the haunted house to deliberately scare Lan Dong. He must have really seen a ghost just now.

Are there really ghosts in the world?

Liu Gang shook his head and drove this unrealistic idea out of his mind. He didn't quite believe what Ali said, so he reached out and picked up the phone on the ground.

"A few years ago, I saw a similar small program in a mobile phone mall. It could add ghosts to normal shooting shots. At that time, many people downloaded this software to play pranks on their friends." The camera was still on, and Liu Gang picked up the phone and pointed it at Lan Dong.

There was nothing on Lan Dong's neck, but the wall behind him looked a little strange. The human-shaped stain nailed to the wall seemed to be moving.

"There's clearly nothing on his neck." Liu Kang showed everyone: "It's all a lie."

"Brother Kang, I have also used the mini program you mentioned, but it has been removed from all major mobile phone shopping malls. Do you know why it was eventually banned by all platforms?" Xiaochun didn't know why she was a little disgusted with Liu Kang. Maybe she didn't like that kind of pretentious greasy uncle.

"Why?"

"Someone actually saw a ghost using that app. Major mobile phone stores will definitely not state this reason, but I have a friend who has personally experienced it." Xiaochun glanced at the camera lens: "Brother Kang, I know you don't believe in ghosts. You can disbelieve, but you can't be disrespectful, especially... in a place like this."

"Girl, you are young, but you are quite talkative." Liu Kang didn't take it seriously.

"Our relationship is not yet close enough that you can call me girl." Xiaochun is a sensitive person. She doesn't like to talk much, but the more such people are, the more they can notice the subtle changes around them.

Since entering this haunted house, she found that everyone's emotions were deliberately guided, and the dark side hidden in their personalities was slowly exposed. This haunted house was like a maze that would get deeper and deeper.

"In the sunshine outside the haunted house, everyone was so friendly. Why did it change after we came in? Is it because of the background music? Or is the scene too depressing?"

Xiaochun doesn't know how to evaluate such a haunted house. The good side is that people who have been suppressed for too long in reality can come to the haunted house to vent freely, be their truest selves in this dark and terrifying underground, and put on masks again and work hard to live after leaving; the bad side is that the transformation process is destined to be full of screams and horror.

"Supernatural app?" People in the room were arguing. Lan Dong touched his neck and knelt on the bed. "When Ali took the photo of me just now, I did feel a chill on my neck, as if an invisible hand was pulling my head. But when Kang Ge took the photo of me later, that feeling disappeared."

"Is there really a ghost?" The photographer ** muttered softly. He is a professional photographer and usually does not speak during the recording process unless he really can't help it.

"I don't know if there are ghosts in the world, but I am sure that there is someone pretending to be a ghost in this haunted house. He may be hiding behind the surveillance camera and laughing at the screen." Lan Dong looked towards the corner of the room: "He wants to see us make a fool of ourselves, but I won't let him succeed!"

Lan Dong jumped down from the upper bunk: "Let's go, I have the key to the key room of the haunted house now, and now we just need to open these rooms one by one, and we should be able to pass the haunted house smoothly."

"Are you going to search it again? I just took a quick look and it seems that there was a school bullying incident in this dormitory. The boy who was bullied is called Lin Sisi, the owner of the phone."

"Ali, what we are looking for is the art club, don't be distracted by irrelevant things." Lan Dong frowned.

"But I just checked my phone, and there were several text messages related to the Art Club." Ali opened Lin Sisi's phone and clicked on the messages one by one.

"Sender: Teacher Bai - Lin Sisi, from today on you will live in dormitory 413. Get along well with your classmates and don't let your parents down."

"Sender Painter - Lin Sisi, why did you hide a knife under your pillow? Don't you know that you have a habit of sleepwalking?"

"Sender: Painter - Lin Sisi, what is your favorite color? Deep red? Or dark red?"

"Sender: Painter - Lin Sisi, I have seen your paintings, welcome to join the art club."

Ali showed everyone the text messages. "This Lin Sisi is a member of the Art Club. We can find several clues from their text messages. The president of the Art Club should be a painter. This club is definitely not an ordinary interest club that only knows how to paint. They are probably a group of lunatics. I have a feeling that the task we have drawn is not as simple as it sounds."

"You're worrying too much." Lan Dong interrupted Ali before he finished speaking: "The mission was drawn and cannot be changed. Our top priority is to find the art club as soon as possible within the limited time."

"Wait a minute!" Ali didn't follow Lan Dong out. He lifted Lin Sisi's bedding, opened Lin Sisi's wardrobe, and finally found a handmade wooden box at the bottom of the wardrobe: "Lin Sisi is a member of the art club. There is a high possibility that he has oil paintings hidden in his room."

The wooden box that Ali found was almost the same as the wooden box they used to draw tasks outside the haunted house. They should have been made by the same person.

When I opened the lid of the box, a faint smell of blood wafted into my nose. A folded oil painting was roughly stuffed into the box.

"Folding it like this will cause great damage to the painting. Forget it. The owner of the haunted house probably doesn't understand art. To him, this painting is just a prop that can be replaced at any time." Liu Gang unfolded the painting and took a look. Even though they were just laymen, they were shocked by the scene in the painting. The upside-down oil painting, the blood red and the blank space formed a strong contrast, which made people feel palpitating.

I don't know what material the canvas is made of, it feels very cold.

After the entire painting is unfolded, the creases on it slowly recover, just like human skin can heal itself after being cut.

"Ali, you did a great job." Liu Kang and his friends entered the haunted house for more than ten minutes and finally found the first painting.

"Let's go. We still need to find twelve more oil paintings." Lan Dong left the dormitory without looking back. Ali carefully put the oil painting back into the box. When he closed the lid again, the scene of Lin Sisi being beaten inexplicably emerged in his mind. The thin child begged for mercy, but no one responded.

Shuddering, Ali looked around and said, "Don't come looking for me. I'm just an errand boy."

His eyes moved, and when he saw the wall, Ali was stunned again: "Why is there one less human-shaped stain on the wall? Brother Dong seemed to have sat there just now."

He had a very bad premonition and subconsciously took out Lin Sisi's mobile phone to take a picture of Lan Dong. Everything was normal on Lan Dong, except that his shadow was crooked and somewhat conspicuous.

"No dirt followed. It seems I was overthinking it."