This bloody newspaper is very interesting.

I don’t know what material it is made of, but when I hold it in my hand, it feels like nothing is there, with almost no weight.

And the fonts above will change, and some interesting information will appear from time to time.

Of course, most of them are messy.

"Eggshell World?"

"It seems that someone has said this."

Wu Hao remembers that some scholars speculated that our world is actually a world similar to an eggshell, or a world similar to a Russian doll.

We just live on a certain floor. The more we go, the denser the material rules, and the more the authenticity of the world becomes.

And the more you go, the more absurd and bizarre the world becomes, and full of twists.

The eggshell world, in other words, is the appearance and the inner world!

"So, I should be in the surface world? I am in the egg shell close to the outside? And the so-called human scalp paper world is the inner world, egg yolk?"

Wu Hao was a little surprised.

No wonder the bone flute cannot lead itself into the human scalp paper world. After all, the rules there must be very strict and dense, and there are very few cases where they can be prying and twisted.

A few days later, Wu Hao discovered some interesting things.

Some ghosts disappeared quietly under his nose.

It's completely gone.

No matter how you look, you can't find it.

After encountering this situation several times in a row, he found that some disappeared ghosts actually appeared again, their aura became much stronger, and some even had a strong smell of blood on them.

Some others, but never came back.

Dead?

Or left in the egg yolk?

Thinking of the superficial world and the inner world, Wu Hao had a little guess in his heart.

However, he was not very sure about his guess.

Those ghosts that suddenly disappear or appear again may have invaded the inside of the egg shell by some means.

But, what is this method?

How should he get in?

Wu Hao knew nothing.

No one can tell him.

A few more days passed.

Wu Hao saw the three ghosts he had just seen here.

He is also an old friend.

Blood Pool, Skull, Headless Ghost, Tombstone Arm.

At that time, the three monsters, the skull and the tombstone arms suddenly disappeared, but now they are not expecting to come back too.

It should have gone inside the egg shell.

It was just a bit strange that the tombstone arm snatched the headless ghost over and installed it on his body. Behind the tombstone, a small dilapidated tomb began to appear.

Judging from its momentum, it is much stronger than before.

When looking at the skull, it was almost completely damaged, and several finger marks were deeply pressed on the white skull.

The size of the mark was the same as the fingers on the arm of the tombstone.

"In this space, ghosts cannot be damaged at all. So how does the tombstone arm seize the headless ghost and cause damage to the skull?"

"Can the ghosts devour each other in the inner world?"

Wu Hao's ghost claws kept floating in the dark ghost fog, thinking for a moment.

Regarding the internal world, his desire to enter is even more intense.

Wu Hao guessed that if he wanted to enter, he could only rely on the energy nodes to contact him by himself, and penetrate his own strength little by little from the outer egg shell into the inner egg yolk.

The so-called energy node is actually a maggot that penetrates the eggshell. As long as Wu Hao contacts it, he can enter.

But now, the maggots in the egg shell have not been communicated, and he has no choice but to go in.

He seemed to be a greedy peeper, looking at the extremely prosperous inner world, but he could not enter.

I can only drool in my eyes.

Time just passes by day.

Human scalp paper world, New England, Boothwell County.

August 9th.

Jerryl seemed a little crazy.

Disordant.

He hadn't walked out of his apartment for many days, and just sat there blankly, looking at the relief of the thread in his hand motionlessly.

The room was covered with paper painted with red water pens. You can see the golden twisted coffin on it, the dark and depressing mist, and many abstract paintings that were twisted to the extreme.

"It's soon, it's soon!"

"It's about to come out, it's about to come out."

"The existence in the golden coffin"

Jarrell's expression was distorted, and a trace of black gas appeared in his eyes. At this moment, there was no breath of living people at all, and it was full of the unknown smell of death.

With a hideous smile, he actually pulled out his eyes little by little, put them into his mouth, and chewed them slowly.

There was no blood in the sockets that had lost their eyes, and it seemed that they had been dry for a long time.

His body has long been transformed into mummies!

"hey-hey"

"whee"

“It’s getting more and more interesting”

In endless whispers and laughter, in unknown fear,

Gradually, the night is coming!

No one noticed that at some point, layers of black mist were permeated in this huge apartment.

Under the cover of the darkness, the fog had unknowingly filled the 11th floor apartment where Jerryl was.

Midnight, 12 o'clock.

The darkest, deepest and most yin energy of the day.

"Bang, bang bang~"

A strange knock on the door, one long and two short, suddenly rang out.

"Who?"

There are 1102 houses in the 11th floor apartment. The owner is a bald man. At this moment, he shouted in anger.

I was disturbed by someone in the middle of the night, and I was very upset to think about it.

He wanted to see who was so ignorant and came to find someone in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, he slept late, otherwise he would have been woken up when he was sleeping soundly, wouldn't it be even more uncomfortable?

However, no one answered outside.

"Who?"

He couldn't help but ask again, and looked out through the cat's eyes on the door, but it was pitch black outside and could not see anything at all.

The lights and moonlight in the corridor seemed to have disappeared.

"It's weird? Are the lights all broken?"

The man muttered in his heart, for some reason he felt a little furious.

My back was a little chilling unconsciously.

He looked through the cat's eyes again, and it seemed that there was really no one, so he ignored it and turned around and walked towards his bedroom.

He also closed the bedroom door casually.

About ten minutes later

The man watching TV in the bedroom heard the strange knock on the door again.
To be continued...