The piece of paper covered with handwriting was torn to shreds, as if someone had deliberately torn it to pieces so that no one would know what was written on it.
It took Bai Yan a lot of time to splice the pieces of paper together.
Fortunately, although there were a little more fragments, it did not affect the integrity of the handwriting. When he assembled all the fragments into a complete paper, he discovered that it was a suicide note.
[My greatest sin is that I am still alive.
I shouldn't be alive, I shouldn't be back, and by the time I realize it, it's too late. Even if I have decided to die, it doesn't help.
Good-hearted people, I don't know who you are, when you read this suicide note, I should have died long ago. Please help me dispose of the dead body, or notify the police. After I die, I will trouble others, and in the future it will bring more misfortune to others. My whole life is an out-and-out joke.
People like me, dead and in endless trouble. Please deal with my estate according to this suicide note. I have a haunted house in my name. Please help settle the wages of the employees so that they can find another job. Please be sure to donate all the rest of the wealth to welfare organizations, not to my parents or my younger brother. If you want my wealth, so be it, take it all if you like, but I warn you, it's not a good thing to have anything to do with me.
Finally, a word of advice to those who read the suicide note. Run away, leave this country as far away as possible, you won't escape your ultimate fate, but you can outlive most people until complete despair strikes.
Du Zhaodi. ]
After reading the entire suicide note word by word, Bai Yan had an idea in his mind.
Beside him, Su Yize finished looking through the closet early and was also reading the suicide note.
This short suicide note seemed to contain many secrets, even though it was only a few short paragraphs, Bai Yan and Su Yize could feel that it was not simple.
"It seems that the female boss has encountered something, which caused her to die... No, it should be that this incident made her desperate, and she didn't want to live anymore, so she wanted to commit suicide and apologize." Bai Yan whispered to Su Yize asked, "Did you find any clues in the closet?"
"No, the closet is full of normal women's clothes, nothing unusual." Su Yize shook his head: "I always feel that something is wrong with this suicide note, and the haunted house in a while must be related to this letter. She said it in the suicide note, she thought Disband the haunted house, let the staff fend for themselves... wait, if her will is really fulfilled, why is the haunted house still open now?"
Su Yize felt a chill in his heart, Du Zhaodi was dead, so who is still running the haunted house
"I know what you're referring to, but not necessarily. The female boss herself wants to donate her property, but her family doesn't necessarily think so."
In the room where Du Zhaodi died, Bai Yan planned to avoid calling her by her name, so as not to get angry: "I am more concerned about another thing, she told people who saw the suicide note to leave the country, this prophetic message looks like a cult. She said that no one who has anything to do with her will end well, could it be that she herself is the source of the curse?"
"Du... this name is very patriarchal. She should have lived a very unhappy life at home. Could it be part of the reason for her suicide?" Su Yize swallowed the woman's name, frowned and thought hard: " But no matter how she died, this suicide note should be the carrier of the curse, because the people who saw it violated the wishes of the owner of the suicide note and continued to open the haunted house, so we will suffer horrible things in the haunted house."
"Maybe." Bai Yan always felt that this was not the case.
However, although there are many things implied in the suicide note, there are many things they don't know, so they can't decipher more things.
One thing is certain, Du Zhaodi is a woman with secrets, and many terrifying secrets are hidden in her body, which will even affect the current game world.
However, these have nothing to do with Bai Yan and Su Yize. They are players, and the life and death of this world has nothing to do with them. The only thing they need is a clue to leave the game alive. To them, Du Zhaodi's story is just a story, if it can't help them escape from the haunted house, it's worthless.
Putting the suicide note on the table, neither of them wanted to touch this ominous thing again.
When they put down the suicide note, Wang Ziwen and Xu Xiaojing found a plastic model under the bed, Xu Xiaojing inevitably made a fuss again.
Although the two men had a deep understanding of the girl's timidity, this was the room where Du Zhaodi died, so they took a serious look at the plastic model dragged out by Wang Ziwen.
"I said, it's nothing to look at, right? I figured it out. That profiteer, the boss, spent all his money on that female ghost at the door." Wang Ziwen complained: "This plastic model didn't even paint its eyes. With plasma sprinkled on your body, who can scare you, of course, Xiaojing, you are an exception, you are definitely the kind of visitor that haunted house owners like most."
The ghosts in the haunted house will only scare people when they suddenly appear. After seeing that it is just a plastic model, Xu Xiaojing is no longer so panicked. She lowered her head, embarrassed in front of the two strangers.
"Speaking of which, did you find anything over there? Xiaojing and I didn't find the key at all by the bed. I tore the pillow and opened the bed, but found nothing, including the scenic window. There was no key hidden inside. Anything." Wang Ziwen said: "The two rooms are only allowed to play for a total of 20 minutes, and now we only have seven minutes left, if you have a clue, tell me, I don't think there is time for the guide to come in and reveal the secret, that would ruin the game experience too much. "
"We found a torn suicide note, and it didn't say where the key was hidden." Bai Yan tried to guide Wang Ziwen to read the suicide note, maybe a native NPC could know something: "That suicide note is on the table , you can go and have a look, maybe you can find clues about the key."
"The shredded suicide note? This room can't be really dead." Wang Ziwen opened her eyes wide: "I found some crushed insect eggs and a few crawling maggots on the bed sheet. I thought it was because the staff didn't clean it clean, but now it seems that this bed was moved from a dead person, and the fly eggs haven't been cleaned up... "
Thinking about the source of these maggots, Wang Ziwen suddenly felt a little cold: "No wonder this room smells so bad!"
"Wenwen, don't say it, it sounds scary." Xu Xiaojing had goosebumps on her arms, and some backs felt cold: "I have long thought that the boss is telling the truth. He is not a good person. He uses dead people to make money. , you still don't believe it."
Xu Xiaojing rubbed the pimple on her arm, and seemed to want to continue to say something, but soon, her scalp became numb, and her eyes found something extremely terrifying.
Pointing to the ceiling, she cried out in horror: "Ghost! There are ghosts on the ceiling!"
Several people immediately looked up at the ceiling, the ceiling was empty, as usual, there was nothing.
"Xiaojing, stop joking, there's nothing on it..." Wang Ziwen smiled and wanted to tease her friend, but she had just finished speaking, and her gaze froze.
She saw that the hanging rope hanging from the ceiling was shaking slightly. Its swaying arc is getting bigger and bigger... Moreover, the upper hanging rope has obviously stretched down, as if a person is hanging from it.
Someone none of them could see.
"How is this possible!" Wang Ziwen rubbed her eyes: "This must be a mechanism! There is a mechanism connected to the rope, so it can swing like this."
Wang Ziwen tried to convince herself, but the rumors of someone dying in the room and Xu Xiaojing's yelling made her feel terrified.
Although she likes to play haunted houses, Wang Ziwen doesn't believe in ghosts at all.
In order to get rid of that ridiculous timidity, she leaned closer to the chair to look, and raised her head to find the mechanism on the hanging rope. The two players did not remind her of her deadly behavior.
When Wang Ziwen looked up at the hanging rope, Su Yize couldn't help staying away from the hanging rope. He was afraid that the ghost had come to the secret room without a sound, and was hanging his neck on the hanging rope, so they couldn't see it. eyes on them.
Fearing that he would be killed by this ghost if he couldn't leave the secret room, he hurriedly searched in places that no one had checked, and wanted to find the key, so he hurried out of the secret room.
Su Yize was busy looking for something, while Bai Yan was helping, he asked Xu Xiaojing who was still in shock, "What does that female ghost you saw just now look like?"
"Yes, it's a female ghost with disheveled hair. She is lying on the ceiling, her eyes are very cold, and there is a piercing smile on her mouth... She looks, looks like the female ghost hanging outside!" Xu Xiaojing's eyes With tears in his eyes: "I just said that this is disrespectful to the dead, and I said don't play, don't play, now it's over, the house is really haunted!"
"Xiaojing, don't scare yourself, you must be blind." Over there, Wang Ziwen stood under the hanging rope, turned to Xu Xiaojing and shouted: "How can there be ghosts in this world?"
Wang Ziwen didn't care much about Xu Xiaojing's words. She felt that Xu Xiaojing must have been frightened by the story told by the owner of the haunted house, and under psychological influence, the illusion of seeing ghosts appeared.
And it's not a big deal that the shadow of a female ghost actually appeared on the ceiling. Some haunted houses now use new projection equipment, which can project ghost images in the air. Maybe this is what my girlfriends see.
Seeing Xu Xiaojing's tears streaming down her cheeks, Wang Ziwen wanted to comfort her and dispel her anxiety. However, before she could speak, she heard Xu Xiaojing yelling again.
"Wenwen, Wenwen..." Xu Xiaojing opened her mouth wide and pointed to Wang Ziwen's side, her eyes full of horror.
Wang Ziwen looked back and saw that the hanging rope fell off at some point, and it was hanging next to her neck, just big enough to wrap around her head.