Li Xu continued to flip through the pages, but he realized the content was not over yet.
Shin Hui was wrong.
We were all wrong.
They were in cahoots.
No wonder there was no response.
There were no good people in this world.
They were all demons in human skin.
Demons.
Compared to the previous entries, the handwriting was coarse and messy, like the handwriting was trying to tear the paper apart.
In the past, Li Jiu did not believe that mere handwriting could express one's emotions, but the thick resentment in these few lines of words made the hair on his back stand on end.
"Hiss …"
Haru clicked his tongue. "Why do I feel so unsettled when I see these few words?"
"Looks like things are not over yet. The killer has an accomplice, and those accomplices are the people that the students asked for help earlier."
Cui Jingyan sighed. "I really don't know how many people will die here in the end. What's the purpose of those people killing the female students?"
Li Ge asked, "Didn't the police do anything? More than ten students have died already, and they still haven't noticed? "
Li Xu looked at Li Ge speechlessly. It was scary to be so uneducated.
"We have no idea when the incident happened, but the students usually ask for help from these two groups, either the school leader or the local police. Therefore, the killer's accomplice is probably related to the school leader or the local government."
Korea might have good law and order now, but that did not mean it was the same as before, especially during certain special periods.
In the sixties and seventies, the relationship between North Korea and South Korea was extremely tense. The number of spies that were sent to each other was shocking. Some were sent to sabotage, some were sent to collect information, and some were sent to assassinate government officials. In fact, North Korea even sent someone to assassinate the South Korean president at the Cheong Wa Dae.
In that kind of situation, criminals who wanted to take advantage of the chaos started to commit one bloody case after another.
Many of the major crimes in Korea in the seventies and eighties were made into movies years later, but there were very few crime movies from that era.
After all, no matter how big a crime at the time, it was not as eye-catching as the assassination of the president. Furthermore, Korea's law enforcement was quite behind the times. If it was just a simple disappearance, without a body, it would have been hard to even file a case.
The content of the notebook stopped there. Li Xu sighed and put the notebook down.
"To be honest, I'm starting to suspect whether these laptops were made by the Haunted House team themselves, or they found them in this school and placed them in the various classrooms. This is quite creepy."
Zhao Enjing said, "It's useless for us to think about it here. Let's keep looking. I'm really curious about the culprits."
The few classrooms behind him were normal, and he did not find any notebooks. However, when he stood at the door of the last classroom at the end of the corridor, a faint stench made Li Xu frown involuntarily.
There were no more wooden desks and chairs scattered around the classroom. There was only a wooden desk and a matching chair neatly placed in the middle of the empty classroom. There was an open notebook on the desk.
There was no desk on the podium. Instead, there was an oval mirror facing the desk in the middle.
The edges of the mirror were covered with cracks like a spider web. The middle part was completely shattered, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground.
Li Xu's flashlight swept over, and the shattered lenses on the ground flickered like countless glowing eyes watching them.
"This place is so strange." Haru lowered his voice.
"Why is there a mirror in the classroom? And it's such an old-fashioned dressing mirror? "
Zhao Enjing curled her lips. "This is obviously man-made. The Haunted House team is too careless this time. They don't use any logic at all. The atmosphere they created before is a waste."
Li Ge said, "But I still think it's scary. Cheng Cheng, keep an eye on the door. It'll be over if something blocks us inside."
Haru swallowed. "Don't worry, Brother Xiang He. I'm a man who dares to spend the night in a grave."
"I keep thinking there's a stench. Do you smell it?"
"It seems to be coming from the wall."
Li Xu took a step forward and leaned into the classroom. He turned the flashlight and pointed it at the wall at the door.
The wall was densely covered with cracks. They had seen similar cracks in other classrooms, but for some reason, they felt that these cracks were slightly different.
The color was darker, as if it had been soaked in blood.
When Li Jiu got closer, the stench became even thicker.
Zhao Enjing said, "It's so disgusting. What is this? "
"The layout of this Haunted House is too crazy. This smell makes me want to vomit."
"Don't worry about anything else. Let's take a look at the notes and leave. We've seen all the classrooms on this floor."
Everyone gathered around the desks in the middle of the classroom. The notebook opened and wrote:
Huizhen also disappeared.
The students were very scared.
The heavy footsteps in the corridor appeared again.
I hid in the fourth cubicle of the toilet.
He chased me into the toilet.
He left.
He seemed to be afraid of that cubicle.
I was saved.
But next time.
Could I still escape safely into the cubicle?
Seeing this, Li Xu was a little uneasy. "These notes were made by those people, right? They shouldn't have found them in the school, right? "
According to the notes, the toilet was obviously abnormal decades ago. If the notes were really found by the Haunted House team, then everyone's experience in the toilet before was even scarier.
"It must be a prop made by someone else to scare people like you, who don't have good mental fortitude."
"My mental fortitude is very good."
Li Xu retorted. "If you don't believe me, look at these two people."
At this time, Brother Li and Haru turned around with their backs facing the crowd. They looked very nervous, as if they were afraid that something terrible would rush out from the darkness behind them.
"But what is the meaning of placing a mirror here?"
"Look, there's also a burnt candle." Choi Jung-yeon pointed at the corner of the table.
A pool of wax solidified on the dark red table. The wax had all been burnt away. Since Li Xu was holding a flashlight, no one noticed it before.
Li Xu continued to flip through the pages of the notebook. A yellowed letter was sandwiched in the middle of the notebook.
Let's hope the wizard is telling the truth.
At the last moment before the night light.
Standing at the intersection of two worlds.
Calling the names of the dead.
Boundaries will be broken.
Xinhui.
Help us.
Let the demons be punished.
"What is the meaning of this? The owner of the notebook is playing a supernatural game here? "
Li Xu pursed his lips and pointed the flashlight at the mirror on the podium. "It's probably calling the name of the dead in front of the mirror. Are you Korean wizards so low? This method is not as good as the Pen Spirit's method. "
There were wizards in Korea now. Most of them were in charge of divination. It was rare to see one teaching people how to play supernatural games.
There were many pseudo-religious people in Korea, or in other words, cultists who used the name of a wizard to scam people. These people were not really good at teaching people the art of the occult, but they were good at bragging.
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