Chapter 40

The piece of paper covered with writing was torn into pieces, as if someone had torn it into pieces on purpose, not wanting anyone to know what was written on it.

It took Bai Yan a lot of time to put the pieces of paper together completely.

Fortunately, although there were too many fragments, it did not affect the integrity of the handwriting. When he put all the pieces of paper together into a complete piece of paper, he discovered that it was a suicide note.

[My greatest sin is that I am still alive.

I shouldn't be alive or come back. When I realized this, it was already too late. Even if I had decided to die, it would not help.

Good Samaritan, I don’t know who you are, but by the time you see this suicide note, I should be already dead. Please help me dispose of the body, or notify the police. I will trouble others after my death, and will bring more misfortune to others in the future. My whole life has been an outright joke.

People like me will have endless troubles after death. Please handle my inheritance according to this suicide note. I have a haunted house under my name. Please help settle the wages of the employees and let them find another job. The rest of the wealth must be donated to welfare institutions, and do not leave it to my parents or my brother. If you want my wealth, that's up to you, take it all if you like, but I have to warn you, it's not a good thing to be associated with me.

Finally, some advice to those who see the suicide note. Run away, leave this country, get as far away from it as possible. Although you can't escape your final fate, you can live longer than most people until complete despair comes.

Du Zhaodi. ]

After reading the entire suicide note word for word, Bai Yan had an idea in his mind.

Next to him, Su Yize had finished looking through the wardrobe 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 something happened to the female boss, which caused her to die... No, it should be that this incident made her despair and she didn't want to live anymore, so she wanted to commit suicide to apologize." Bai Yan whispered. Asked Su Yize, "Did you find any clues in the wardrobe?"

"No, the closet is full of normal women's clothes, nothing abnormal." Su Yize shook his head: "I always feel that something is wrong with this suicide note. The haunted house in a while must be related to this letter. She said it in her suicide note, she wanted to Disband the haunted house and let the employees 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 now?

"I know what you are referring to, but not necessarily. The female boss herself wants to donate her property, but her family may not think so."

In the room where Du Zhaodi died, Bai Yan planned to avoid calling her name to avoid getting angry: "I'm more concerned about another thing. She asked people who saw the suicide note to leave the country. This prophetic message seemed like a cult. She said that everyone who has anything to do with her will have a bad ending. 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 her suicide be partly due to this?" 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 person 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 were many things hidden in the suicide note, they did not know many things, so they could not interpret more things.

One thing is certain, Du Zhaodi is a woman with secrets. She hides many terrifying secrets that 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 to get is the clue to leave the game alive. In their opinion, Du Zhaodi's story is just a story. If it can't help them escape from the haunted house, it has no value at all.

Putting the suicide note on the table, neither of them wanted to touch this ominous thing again.

When they put down their suicide notes, Wang Ziwen and Xu Xiaojing found a plastic mannequin under the bed, and Xu Xiaojing inevitably made another fuss.

Although both men had a deep understanding of the girl's timidity, this was the room where Du Zhaodi died, so they still walked to the bed with caution and took a close look at the plastic mannequin dragged out by Wang Ziwen.

"I said, there's nothing interesting about this. I finally figured it out. The profiteer boss spent all his money on the female ghost at the door." Wang Ziwen complained: "This plastic mannequin doesn't even have eyes painted. Who can be frightened with plasma sprinkled on your body? Of course, you are an exception, Xiaojing. You are definitely the kind of tourist that the owners of the haunted house like most."

The ghosts in the haunted house only scare people when they suddenly appear. After seeing that it was just a plastic mannequin, Xu Xiaojing was no longer so panicked. She lowered her head, feeling embarrassed in front of two strangers.

"By the way, did you find anything over there? Xiaojing and I didn't find the key by the bed. I tore open the pillow and lifted the bed, but I didn't find anything anywhere. I also checked the scenic window, but there was nothing hidden inside." Wang Ziwen said, "We are only allowed to play in the two rooms for 20 minutes in total. Now we only have seven minutes left. Tell me if you have any clues. I don't want to ask the guide to come in and reveal the secrets before the time is up. That would ruin the game experience."

"We found a torn suicide note, and there was no mention of the location of the key." Bai Yan tried to guide Wang Ziwen to look at the suicide note. Maybe the native NPC would know something: "The suicide note is on the table. You can take a look. Maybe you can find clues about the key."

"Torn suicide note? No one has really died in this room." Wang Ziwen opened her eyes wide: "I found some crushed insect eggs and a few crawling maggots on the bed sheet before. I thought the staff didn't clean it well. Now it seems that this bed was moved from a dead person, and the fly eggs haven't been cleaned up yet..."

"Wenwen, stop talking. It sounds scary." Xu Xiaojing had goose bumps on her arms and felt a little cold on her back: "I have long felt that the boss is telling the truth. He is not a good person. He makes money with dead people, and you still don't believe it."

Xu Xiaojing rubbed the bumps on her arms and seemed to want to continue talking, but soon, her scalp was numb and her eyes found something extremely terrifying.

She pointed at the ceiling and cried in horror: "Ghost! There is a ghost on the ceiling!"

Several people immediately looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling was empty, as always, with nothing.

"Xiaojing, stop joking. There's nothing on it..." Wang Ziwen smiled and wanted to tease her friend, but her eyes froze just as she was halfway through her words.

She saw that the rope hanging on the ceiling was shaking gently. The arc of its shaking was getting bigger and bigger... and the rope was obviously extended downward, as if a person was hanging on it.

A person that none of them could see.

"How is this possible!" Wang Ziwen rubbed her eyes: "This must be a mechanism! There is a mechanism on the rope, so it swings like this."

Wang Ziwen tried to convince herself, but the rumors that someone had died in the room and Xu Xiaojing's shouting made her feel uneasy.

Although she likes playing in haunted houses, Wang Ziwen doesn't believe that there are ghosts in the world.

In order to dispel that ridiculous timidity, she moved closer to the chair to look, looking up to find the mechanism on the rope. The two players did not remind her of this suicidal behavior.

When Wang Ziwen looked up at the hanging rope, Su Yize couldn't help but stay away from it. He was afraid that the ghost had come to the secret room silently and was hanging his neck on the hanging rope, staring at them with eyes that they couldn't see.

Fearing that he would be killed by the ghost if he couldn't leave the secret room, he quickly searched in places that no one had checked, trying to find the key and leave the secret room quickly.

Su Yize was busy looking for something, while Bai Yan helped and asked Xu Xiaojing, who was still in shock: "What did the female ghost you saw just now look like?"

"Yes, it was a female ghost with disheveled hair. She was lying on the ceiling with a very cold look in her eyes and a creepy smile on her mouth... She looked like the female ghost hanging outside!" Xu Xiaojing had tears in her eyes: "I said this was disrespectful to the dead, and I said don't play, don't play, now the house is really haunted!"

"Xiaojing, don't scare yourself, you must be dazzled." Over there, Wang Ziwen stood under the hanging rope and turned to Xu Xiaojing and shouted: "How could there be ghosts in this world?"

Wang Ziwen didn't care about Xu Xiaojing's words. She thought that Xu Xiaojing must have been scared by the story told by the owner of the haunted house, and under the psychological effect, she would have the illusion of seeing ghosts.

And it's not a big deal if the shadow of the female ghost really appeared on the ceiling. Now some haunted houses use new projection equipment, which can project ghost shadows in the air. Maybe this is what her bestie saw.

Seeing tears on Xu Xiaojing's cheeks, Wang Ziwen wanted to comfort her and dispel her anxiety. However, before she could speak, she heard Xu Xiaojing calling again.

"Wenwen, Wenwen..." Xu Xiaojing opened her mouth wide and pointed at Wang Ziwen's side, her eyes full of fear.

Wang Ziwen looked back and saw that the rope had fallen down at some point and was hanging next to her neck, just big enough to cover her head.