The next page of the diary was torn out, and the next page of white paper was stained with water.
Was this a hint to go to the restroom or find a pool or fountain? Yin Zhu stared at the water stains, pondering under what circumstances she would tear off a few sheets of paper when there was water in the paper—
Did you forget to bring toilet paper?
Feeling a chill at her own thoughts, Yin Zhu shook her head, clearing the jumbled ideas from her mind. She checked the time; there were still about ten minutes left.
She didn't risk going into the tourist area; after all, the clown was still there, and there was no need to confront him directly for the time being.
The clown's voice was far away, so Yin Zhu took the opportunity to circle back to the morgue.
As soon as Yin Zhu entered the morgue with the diary, she showed it to the others: "Have you seen this before? Have any of you seen anything with similar handwriting?"
"I've seen this before."
One of the tourists nodded and said regretfully, "It seems that Mr. Horror is a chosen one. He used to be a protector of humanity, but now he has become a lackey of the rules."
“I’ve seen this kind of writing on a note in the office. But that note was about Wei Chuxing being ‘too bored at work,’ and it even included a story about a murderous clown,” Mu Yunsheng added, wanting to lean closer to see what else was written in the diary.
When mentioning someone, Mu Yunsheng's tone no longer carried the warmth of before.
"Wait a minute, aren't you guys being a bit too careless?"
One of the tourists suddenly stopped Mu Yunsheng. He looked coldly at Yin Zhu and said something that made the temperature in the morgue drop several degrees: "What if she accidentally looked in the mirror and the reflection is deceiving us?"
That's a reasonable guess.
Yin Zhu was somewhat surprised by the high level of artificial intelligence in the illusion, and nodded in agreement: "It is indeed good to be a little vigilant, but in fact, the mirror can only imitate personality and appearance, but cannot imitate thinking logic, so you can ask me some questions to determine whether I am human."
The group exchanged glances and finally pushed Mu Yunsheng forward: "Go ask him, you've spent the most time with him."
Mu Yunsheng looked Yin Zhu up and down for a while, but couldn't see anything wrong. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "You should have seen my reflection in the boss's office, right? So how did you manage not to be fooled by her?"
Yin Zhu looked at him with great appreciation; the question was indeed quite interesting.
...
“Yes, I was wondering the same thing before. It seemed like Yin Zhu could tell the difference between the original and the mirror image from the very beginning.”
"He's using a wallhack, isn't he? Turn it off, it's so boring." One comment joked, and immediately a long string of "movable type printing" comments followed.
"If it's not closed, does that mean it's open?"
"So what if it's open?"
"If it's not closed, does that mean it's not open?"
"Gamers, make way! This is our analysis territory. I'll analyze why Yin Zhu was able to distinguish between the mirror image and the original. There are three main reasons (continued)."
"And then what? What happened to that 'analyst' above?"
"Stop talking, there are censored words. I typed a long message and the system just wouldn't let me send it. I'm so angry! Have there been a lot more censored words in the live stream lately? I thought my content was perfectly healthy and harmless, and they said I was being obscene???"
"Hey, can someone post this on the forum? Let's see if there are any new censored words recently."
The focus of the comments instantly shifted to the Pacific Ocean.
However, Yin Zhu also answered Mu Yunsheng's question: "I went in with Wei Chuxing at the time. The mirror image came up and pounced on me, saying that she was chased by the clown. If she were really you, she would never have pounced on me."
After a pause, Yin Zhu, seeing Mu Yunsheng's face growing increasingly red, added, "I knew exactly how much we meant to you back then. If what she said was true, then if anyone was going to make a move, it should have been you..."
"Alright, alright! Stop talking! It's true!"
Mu Yunsheng jumped over and covered Yin Zhu's mouth tightly, afraid that Yin Zhu would say something strange again.
Some things you don't realize when you do them, but when someone tells you, it's so embarrassing it makes you want to dig your toes into the ground, and you might just dig out a whole set of Forbidden City photos on the spot.
The others were relieved and exchanged a lot of information with Yin Zhu. Since they didn't have Wei Chuxing, the "haunted house employee shielder," with them, their experiences were quite colorful, and they collected a lot of unexpected information.
If they hadn't made no mention of the dead tourists, Yin Zhu would probably have thought they were pretty nice people.
As for how much of this intelligence was obtained at the cost of other people's lives, that remains unknown. In any case, in their mouths, it all became their own gain.
At that moment, the clown's voice gradually drifted over.
It seems that after patrolling that area, the Joker is now patrolling the morgue for the Nth time.
"Little mice—where are you—hehehe—"
The shrill sound, accompanied by eerie laughter, drew closer and closer to the morgue, soon reaching its doorway. The light from outside cast the clown's shadow long into the morgue.
Yin Zhu turned her head and found that everyone else in the room had hidden themselves, while she was still standing in the middle.
None of the people in this group warned her.
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