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"Don't waste your efforts, this door can't be pushed open." I said with a slight sigh as I looked at the closed door.

"Boss Li, what should we do now?" Lao Ba held the canvas bag and frowned.

Others also looked sad.

"Look for clues first, there will always be a way." I said calmly, "Su Sen and I have searched other places, focusing on the dressing table."

"That mirror looks a bit scary." Fat Xiaoyu looked at the dressing table and said fearfully.

"Look on the bright side, the scarier the place, the more likely there are clues." I comforted and walked towards the dressing table.

"Hehehe——"

Everyone's panic calmed down a little, and suddenly there was another string of scary laughter outside the silent door.

It was a woman's voice. When she laughed, her throat felt like there was a lot of water in her throat, which sounded very awkward.

"It's her, it's her!" the King of Bastards exclaimed, "It's that maid!"

Boom!

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy knock on the door.

"She doesn't want to come in, does she?"

Everyone screamed in fright, huddled together, and stared at the door nervously and fearfully.

"Hehehe——"

Accompanied by the maid's scary and awkward laughter, she seemed to be still talking vaguely.

"Shh, listen to what she is saying." I made a silencing gesture to everyone.

The room barely fell silent.

I approached the door.

The sounds in the corridor were heard more clearly.

"Hehehe, you also have a taste of being locked up."

"Haha, begging for mercy is the most useless thing. Isn't that what you said?"

"If you can't get out, just wait inside to die."

"Kick-kick"

The terrifying laughter filled with hatred, suddenly near and then far away.

The maid with a normal head and a skeletal body did not leave, but wandered in the corridor.

Even if you open the door, you will face her.

Su Sen was still standing at the door, frowning and pressing his eyes to the cat's eye, trying to see clearly what was going on outside.

It's dark outside.

Even if the maid was standing at the door, it would be difficult for him to see her.

"Recording? Mechanism." He lowered his head and muttered to himself with a tangled expression.

"What did she mean by those words? She must have imprisoned the wrong person. We have no enmity against her." Li Ritian said with a sad face.

"Otherwise, who will tell her that she recognized the wrong person?"

"The only one here who can communicate with ghosts is Boss Li."

Four spectators looked at me.

Fat Xiaoyu looked surprised: "Are you a psychic?"

"No. How should I put it? I don't have good horoscopes. I often encounter supernatural events. If I see them a lot, I will know some ways to ward off evil spirits."

I don’t know why, but when I finished saying this, Fat Xiaoyu’s eyes suddenly lit up with a look of surprise.

"Boss Li, can I ask you a favor after I get out?"

"What?"

"It's like this. I'm actually a horror novelist and I need a lot of supernatural material. I usually participate in games like escape rooms just to find inspiration. You have experienced so much yourself. Can you tell me about it in the future?"

"Ah this." I was stunned.

This is the excuse I usually use when inquiring about information. Unexpectedly, Li Gui met Li Kui today and really met a horror novelist.

The four members of the audience knew this and looked at each other. Although the environment they were in was very gloomy, they couldn't help but smile.

The tense atmosphere relaxed a bit.

"Let's talk about it later when we have a chance." I waved my hand and said perfunctorily, "Don't be stunned, look for clues first."

"Boss Li, please open the door later. If the maid can't communicate, do you have something to do?" The Lord of Shadow Stream looked at me eagerly.

"Don't worry, I have a solution." I nodded to him.

After taking this reassurance, the Lord of Shadow Stream finally felt better.

"Su Sen, whether you believe in ghosts or not, the mystery of the mansion has been solved, and everything has its own answer." I looked at Su Sen, and then walked to the dressing table.

Su Sen was thoughtful and his eyes became complicated.

Everyone gathered around the dressing table.

The shape is antique and also made of black solid wood.

The color scheme throughout the mansion is either black or white.

Eerie and depressing.

But at this moment, the wooden comb placed on the dressing table is red.

Everyone could tell there was something wrong with the comb.

In the middle of the countertop is an oval mirror, and on both sides are small grid cabinets for storing things.

There are also small drawers below, which are very delicately made.

Fortunately, the drawers and cabinets were unlocked.

The mirror was covered with white cloth. I didn't open it rashly, but opened the cabinets on both sides first.

Inside there are some resemblances of boxes containing rouge and gouache.

I took them all out and asked everyone to open them together.

The paste inside has dried up, and I can't tell whether it smells fragrant or smelly, but there's nothing unusual about it.

Putting the powder box back, I opened the drawer.

There was only a white candle inside.

"Oh my God, candles! There are also mirrors and combs. Isn't this one of the top ten ghost magic tricks? Isn't it asking us to summon spirits?" Fat Xiaoyu immediately thought of this and said in fear.

This is a very famous supernatural game.

If you light a candle in the middle of the night, sit in front of the mirror and comb your hair, you can see ghosts.

I believe all paranormal enthusiasts have heard of it.

"Can you really see ghosts this way?"

"If a ghost really comes out, wouldn't the room be unsafe?"

In this environment, no one wants to try this game.

"Then leave these alone for now. There is another place we haven't looked for yet." I pointed to the large carved iron bed.

"Under the bed."

"hiss--"

Everyone took a breath, and their expressions, which had just relaxed a little, immediately became tense again.

"Under the bed is a place in horror movies where problems are bound to happen."

"You think, when we look under the bed, will there be a pair of eyes looking at us?"

“Donate your mouth to useful people if you can’t speak!”

I'm afraid of returning, but I have to choose between supernatural games and under the bed.

Su Sen and I looked at each other, walked to the window in tacit agreement, squatted down, and continued the unfinished process before.

It wasn’t that the others were unwilling to help, but they were really scared and hid aside and looked at us nervously.

Su Sen and I nodded to each other.

He lifted up the sheets with force, and I held the black umbrella tightly and shined the flashlight inside immediately.

When the situation under the bed was revealed, everyone was stunned.

There is indeed someone under the bed.

But not the one we imagined, but a little man as big as a palm.

Kind of like a rag doll.

I used the black umbrella to draw out the little man and looked at it in my hand.

It was sewn with rags, and it looked like needlework. It had a head and four limbs, but no facial features.

The filling inside should be straw, which is rough in the hand.

This doesn't seem to be scary, but there are nine embroidery needles stuck on the villain's back.

Nine needles go from the back of the head all the way down the spine.

Everywhere where the needle was inserted, dried blood overflowed.

It was as if this cloth man was a real person with flesh and blood.