Hell App

The handwritten piece of paper was torn to pieces, as if someone deliberately tore it to pieces, not wanting people to know what was written on it.

It took a lot of time in vain to stitch the pieces of paper together.

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

[My biggest sin is that I am still alive.

I shouldn't be alive, shouldn't be back, when I realized this, everything was too late. Even if I had decided to die, it wouldn't help.

Good-hearted people, I don't know who you are. When you read this suicide note, I should have already died. Could you help me deal with the body, or notify the police, I will trouble others after death, and will bring more misfortune to others in the future. My whole life is a complete joke.

People like me have endless troubles when they die. Please handle my inheritance according to this suicide note. There is a haunted house under my name. Please help settle the employees' wages and let them find another job. The rest of the wealth, please be sure to donate all to the welfare agency, not to my parents or my brother. If you want my wealth, do it with you, take it all if you like it, but I want to warn you that it is not a good thing to have a relationship with me.

Finally, advice to those who have seen the suicide note. Run away. Leave this country as far as possible. Although you will not escape the ultimate fate, you can live longer than most people until complete despair comes.

Du Zhaodi. ]

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

Beside him, Su Yize finished looking through the closet early and was also reading his suicide note.

This short suicide note seems to contain many secrets, even though it is a few short paragraphs, Bai Yan and Su Yize can also feel that this is 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. Asked Su Yize: "Did you find a clue in the closet?"

"No, the wardrobe is full of normal women's clothing, nothing unusual." Su Yize shook his head: "I always feel that this suicide note is not right. The haunted house in a while must be related to this letter. She said in the suicide note, she thought. Disband the haunted house and let the employees make a living by themselves... Wait, if her will is really fulfilled, why is the haunted house still open now?"

There was a chill in Su Yize's heart, Du Zhaodi was dead, so who is still operating the haunted house?

"I know what you are 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 provoke her body: "I care more about another thing. She lets people who read the suicide note 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 she be the source of the curse?"

"Du...This name is very patriarchal. She should have been very unhappy at home. Will her suicide be part of the reason for this." Su Yize swallowed the woman's name, frowning and thinking: " 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 suicide note owner and continue to open the haunted house, and we will suffer horror 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, they do not know many things, so they cannot interpret more things.

There is no doubt that Du Zhaodi is a woman with secrets, and her body hides many terrifying secrets, which will even affect the current game world.

However, these have nothing to do with Bai Yan and Su Yize. They are players. The life and death of this world has nothing to do with them. The only clue they need to get is to leave the game alive. To them, Du Zhaodi's story is just a story. If it doesn't help them escape from the haunted house, it has no value.

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

When they put down their suicide note, Wang Ziwen and Xu Xiaojing found a plastic model under the bed, and Xu Xiaojing inevitably made a fuss again.

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

"I said, there is nothing good about it, I can see it clearly, the boss and profiteer spent all the money on the female ghost at the door." Wang Ziwen vomited: "This plastic model has no eyes painted, except Who can scare me with blood on my body? Of course, Xiaojing, you are an exception. You are definitely the kind of tourist that haunted house owners like most."

The ghosts in the haunted house were scared the moment they suddenly appeared. After seeing that this was just a plastic model, Xu Xiaojing was no longer so panicked. She lowered her head, embarrassed in front of two strangers.

"By the way, did you find anything over there? Xiaojing and I didn't find the key at all by the bed. I tore off the pillow and opened the bed. I didn't find anything, including the scenery window, but it was not hidden inside. Anything." Wang Ziwen said: "The two rooms only let you play for 20 minutes. Now we only have seven minutes left. If you have a clue, I don't want time to let the guide come in and reveal the secret. That would ruin the game experience too much. "

"We found a torn up suicide note, and there is no place to hide the key." Bai Yan tried to guide Wang Ziwen to read the suicide note, maybe the native NPC could know what: "The suicide note is on the table. , You can go take a look, maybe you can find a clue about the key."

"The torn up suicide note? This room won't be really dead, right." Wang Ziwen widened her eyes: "I found some crushed insect eggs on the bed sheet, and a few crawling maggots. I used to I thought it was because the staff didn’t clean it. Now, it seems that this bed was not brought from a dead person. The fly eggs have not been cleaned yet..."

Thinking about the source of these maggots, Wang Ziwen suddenly felt a bit cold: "No wonder this room smells so bad!"

"Wenwen, don't tell me, it sounds weird." Xu Xiaojing got goose bumps on her arms, and she felt cold behind her back: "I have long felt that the boss is telling the truth. He is not a good person and makes money from dead people. , You still don't believe it."

Xu Xiaojing rubbed the pimple on her arm, as if she wanted to continue to say something, but soon her scalp became numb, and she found something extremely scary in her eyes.

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

A few people immediately looked up to the ceiling, the ceiling was empty, as always, there was nothing.

"Xiaojing, stop joking, there is nothing on it..." Wang Ziwen smiled and wanted to tease her friend, but just halfway through her words, her eyes froze.

She saw that the upper rope hanging on the ceiling was shaking gently. The arc of its swaying is getting bigger and bigger...Moreover, the upper sling is obviously stretched down a bit, as if a person was hanging from it.

A person whom none of them can see.

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

Wang Ziwen tried to persuade herself, but the rumors of death in the room and Xu Xiaojing's screams made her feel fuzzy.

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

In order to dispel that ridiculous timidity, she leaned close to the chair to look, looking up, trying to find the mechanism above the rope. The two players did not remind her of this act of death.

When Wang Ziwen looked up to observe the sling, Su Yize couldn't help being far away from the sling. He was afraid that the ghost had come to the secret room silently, and he was hanging his neck on the sling, and they couldn’t see it. Stared at them.

Fearing that he would be killed by this ghost if he couldn't leave the secret room, he quickly went to a place that no one had checked, and wanted to find the key, and quickly left the secret room.

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

"Yes, it is a female ghost with disheveled hair. She is lying on the ceiling, her eyes are very cold, and her mouth is still smiling... She looks like the female ghost hanging outside!" Xu Xiaojing eyes There were tears in it: "I said this doesn't respect the deceased, and I said don't play, don't play, let's do it now, the house is really haunted!"

"Xiaojing, don't scare yourself, you must be dazzled." Over there, Wang Ziwen stood under the upper sling, turned her head and shouted at Xu Xiaojing: "How can there be ghosts in this world?"

Wang Ziwen didn't care 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. Under psychological influence, the illusion of seeing ghosts appeared.

And it’s not a big deal that the shadow of a female ghost actually appears on the ceiling. Now some haunted houses use new projection equipment, which can project ghosts in the air. Maybe your best friend sees such a thing.

Seeing tears on Xu Xiaojing's cheek, Wang Ziwen wanted to comfort her and dispel her anxiety. However, before she could speak, she heard Xu Xiaojing yell 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 found that the sling fell off sometime, and it hung beside her neck, the size of which was just enough to entrap her head.