Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

"Alright, alright, come back now. I'll let you out to play next time."

Chen An's figure then disappeared.

Liang Zaibing made it back to the ground without any trouble, only to belatedly realize that there was some pain in the left side of her waist. When she touched it, she found a deep ring of teeth marks, and the seeping blood stained the hem of her T-shirt red.

Liang Zaibing was both amused and exasperated. Compared to other cursed objects, his two were truly unique.

Just as Liang Zaibing restored the mechanism to the bookshelf, she heard a flurry of footsteps outside.

Guessing that the others had returned after gathering clues, Liang Zaibing simply went out of the study to meet them.

The story can only be complete when everyone works together to piece it together.

I just don't know how much of what they say is true.

To his surprise, an unexpected figure appeared in the hall.

Ignoring the people standing opposite him, Ivan turned around and fixed his gaze firmly on Liang Zaibing.

Her grey-blue eyes were still as beautiful as ever, but they were tinged with an unyielding weariness, clearly indicating that she had encountered considerable trouble last night.

Its marble-white skin glowed with vibrant color, unlike those cold, lifeless wax figures.

“I was indeed attacked by a ghost, but I didn’t die. That’s my answer.”

Although he was speaking to everyone, Ivan's gaze remained fixed on Liang Zaibing.

Liang Zaibing was already seven or eight parts convinced, and he could afford to gamble on the remaining probability.

Liang Zaibing stepped forward and stood next to Ivan, waving the paper in her hand at the others, silently expressing her stance.

If you want clues, sit down and talk.

Everyone here is intelligent; they can understand each other with just a glance. The tense atmosphere immediately eased, and they spontaneously made room for Ivan.

Liang Zaibing sat down next to Ivan, with Sheng Jingyu to her right.

Sheng Jingyu seemed to have taken some kind of poison; the way he looked at him was as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

Liang Zaibing touched his nose and placed the piece of paper on the table.

4136.06.24

The dean called me today and said that Chairman Wang is currently renovating a newly purchased villa. Knowing that I am studying landscape architecture, he gave me an internship opportunity with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan.

I've been having a lot of bad luck lately, but finally some good news!

4136.06.30

As soon as I finished my final exams, I went to Mr. Wang's villa. He was very hospitable and personally entertained me, taking me to the basement to see his treasured collection.

These faceless wax figures made me feel uneasy, but since the boss likes them, there must be a reason.

4136.07.05

I don't know why, but seeing wax figures reminds me of sad things. I still haven't found the safety amulet my parents left me, and Little Flower is gone too, and so many other things.

Would jumping off the roof really solve everything? (Scratch that)

No, I can't have such terrible thoughts. I just got an internship and I'm about to graduate. I'm sure I have a bright future.

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The diary ends here, but the hidden information is enough to explain many issues.

Even before Yu Nian died, these wax figures were objects tainted by demonic power, and Yu Nian's ghost combined with the wax figures, gaining the power of a vengeful spirit.

Mo Qiuping's brows relaxed, and she looked much more at ease.

"Now that the story has progressed this far, isn't it time for us to be honest?"

No one else responded, and Mo Qiuping continued, "You've all found the wax figure and remembered what happened before, right? As long as we tell the story and find that person, the dungeon can end."

Li Xian kept glancing at Song Yinghao, waiting for her reaction.

Song Yinghao smiled, her bright red lips parting slightly. "Since Miss Mo has said so, I will certainly tell you everything I know."

Everyone else remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Mo Qiuping nodded and said, "As you all know, Yu Nian died in mid-August, which is the day with the heaviest yin energy according to folklore."

Because the accident was so sensational, even those who weren't at the scene heard about it from other people.

“He ran back to school during the holidays and fell from the top floor of the teaching building at 10:20 p.m. Students passing by saw him struggling desperately in mid-air, as if he did not jump voluntarily.”

“After the police arrived, they checked his contacts. He made a phone call to someone before he died,” Mo Qiuping paused, then looked directly at Liang Zaibing, “It was you.”

What were you doing at that time?

Faced with this direct questioning, Liang Zaibing remained calm and turned her gaze to Sheng Jingyu.

His character did indeed incite others to do many disgusting things to Yu Nian, but he didn't actually cause Yu Nian's fall, because at the time...

Sheng Jingyu panicked and looked away, not daring to look at him.

He's such a brat; he has no sense of responsibility when it really matters.

Liang Zaibing clicked her tongue and explained, "I was in the hotel with Sheng Jingyu at the time, and I didn't leave the hotel even once. He is my witness."

"Don't try to deny it after you've slept with me, young master, will you?" Liang Zaibing deliberately raised the last syllable of her voice, making it sound somewhat ambiguous, which disgusted Sheng Jingyu.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, we're just chatting under the covers!"

No one, not even a ghost, would believe that.

Song Yinghao smiled meaningfully, "Then your relationship is really pure."

Sheng Jingyu felt a sense of helplessness, like being bitten by a dog but unable to bite back. Although it was a game plot, it didn't stop him from being genuinely angry.

Sheng Jingyu, still angry, suddenly sneered, "I left at 9:30. You had plenty of time to go back to school and do something shady."

Now suspicion has shifted back to Liang Zaibing.

Liang Zaibing remained expressionless. "After he left, I called Jiang Qingjian over."

"???"

Sheng Jingyu was incredulous, looking at his boss and then at Liang Zaibing.

Even if you were to cheat on him, there's no need to be so blatant and impatient, is there?

Although it's shameless, that's how the story goes, and Liang Zaibing can't do anything about it.

Jiang Qingjian also had a thick skin, with a calm and composed demeanor as if he had climbed over walls countless times.

"Yes, we're checking out the next morning."

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"I want to see if anyone can pry the memories out of Bobo's brain."

"Dude, I've never asked anyone for help in my life. Can you elaborate on that?"

"Do I need that little bit of data? Where's the solution?!"

"My best friend has cancer, and his only wish is to see this video. Is there any kind person who can help him fulfill this wish?"

"This kind of trivial stuff will definitely be skipped to the next day. What are you dreaming about?"

"I don't believe it. They must have plotted to kill Yu Nian in the hotel, and they recorded the whole thing."

"I am the judge of the horror game, grant me access to the surveillance footage immediately."

"So you guys are serious? I thought you were just playing around with abstract concepts. (Scary.jpg)"

"The innocent young man upstairs? He's out of luck."