When Wen Shi picked out the words that could be read clearly, they pieced them together and barely understood the contents of this loose page.

"So, that kid is a puppet?" Xia Qiao said.

"Yeah." He didn't even raise his head when he heard it, and continued to turn over the next few loose pages.

"No wonder it's so scary." Xia Qiao held his short arms and rubbed the non-existent goosebumps. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, "How can an old man continue to raise such a scary child?"

"I don't know." Wen Shi said.

After a while, he remembered that normal people would not be so cold. He tried to figure it out and added: "Maybe you have feelings after a long time."

"You can have feelings?" Xia Qiao thought for a moment and said, "The old man is a good person."

"The things in the cage have an illusory and exaggerated effect. Who knows what the little devil is like in reality," Wen Shi said.

Xia Qiao finally understood something: "Okay."

As I was flipping through the pages, I suddenly felt like someone was looking at me.

He paused, glanced up, and saw Xie Wen's shadow in the mirror. It was too blurry to distinguish his expression.

"What are you looking at me for?" Wen Shi frowned in confusion.

Xie Wen was stunned for a moment and said slowly: "You are quite sensitive. I didn't look at you. Look at the papers in your hand. Did you find anything else?"

This tone...

Like an overseer.

He didn't say anything when he heard it, and he withdrew his gaze and continued to read the words on the paper.

A few seconds later, Xie asked: "What is written on the fourth line of the second page?"

When he heard it, he pursed his lips and said, "This puppet doesn't recognize objects or people. I'm afraid he was frightened and huddled in a corner when he was brought back."

"Oh." Xie Wen added, "What about the last line?"

"..."

The doll looked down expressionlessly: "On the other hand, I...the middle words were blurred and I couldn't see clearly, and suddenly grabbed my clothes. It has nowhere to go anyway, so just keep it."

Xie Wen nodded: "Then page three -"

"Why don't you read it yourself." The doll finally lost its patience, pulled out the third page, and slapped it on the mirror.

Quite a temper.

Just as Xie Wen was about to speak, the old-fashioned light bulb hanging down in the utility room suddenly started to shake, and the dim light circle went back and forth, illuminating the entire space.

They fell silent at the same time.

Once no one speaks, the feeling of dead silence is highlighted.

When I heard it, I suddenly realized that the rattling door had long since moved, and the crazy stumps outside had become silent at some point.

He caught a smaller movement in the dead silence - it was a very light rubbing sound, like something crawling against the wall.

"What's the sound?" Xia Qiao didn't dare to move, and squeezed out a breath from his throat.

When heard: "Shhh."

He turned his head sharply and looked at the dark cabinets behind him.

There were all kinds of scraps and junk piled there, and they were covered with thick dust, which would collapse if touched even slightly. The swaying dark yellow light shone on it, illuminating a white face beside the wall.

Holy shit!

Xia Qiao shut her mouth and muffled the scream in her throat.

But when he heard that, he actually climbed up, picked up the white face and whispered: "Mask."

It was a simple mask drawn by a child, with two dark eye holes. The edges were broken and had been abandoned for a long time.

Xia Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, but the light crawling sound was still vague.

When Wen Shi jumped down, he bumped into the debris nearby, and several small objects slipped down. Mixed with the sound of glass beads rolling down, Gululu rolled to the mirror.

When I smelled it, I picked it up and took a look. I found a group of black pupils inside the glass bead, with long eyelashes attached to it.

Those are not beads at all, they are fallen eyes!

In an instant, the air almost solidified.

He and Xia Qiao raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at the place where the beads fell.

I saw that there was a hole in the wooden ceiling mezzanine at some point, and a human face with a slit mouth was lying in the hole. One side of the eye was a black hole, and the other side was wide open.

Immediately afterwards, cracks began to appear on the entire ceiling, which spread instantly, as if it could not bear the things on it.

I wonder where the severed limbs and heads outside the door are now.

The human face stretches longer and longer, and the cracks become denser and denser.

The moment the entire wooden ceiling collapsed, Wen Shi yanked his wrist violently and the locked door bounced open with a bang. Before he could say anything more, he kicked Xia Qiao out, grabbed the mirror and jumped downstairs.

Xia Qiao tried to climb but couldn't get up, so he rolled all the way down the stairs. As he collapsed, he asked: "Why are you crazier today than last night!"

"Nonsense, because I took that notebook!" Wen Shi said.

"Don't you just remember the child's life experience? As for this?" Xia Qiao cried, and his short legs moved very quickly.

The rope that smelled was wrapped around a bunch of stumps, like a criss-crossing net, enveloping them. They were tumbling and struggling inside, which looked a bit disgusting.

But more things are crawling along the cracks in the windows, ceilings, and walls.

"These things have holes in them, what should I do, Brother Wen?"

what to do?

Distract the cage owner's attention and hit his vitals.

You can see from the notebook that the key to this cage owner is the ghostly little boy.

When I was dodging, I saw a figure passing behind the stairs, and I immediately grabbed the legs of the chair and slid over.

The little boy was about to reach for the awl on the Eight Immortals table, when he heard it, he jumped over! He wanted to grab the lanyard around his neck, but accidentally caught his clothes.

The child has narrow shoulders, and when the collar is pulled, most of the shoulders and back are exposed.

When I heard it, I saw the mark on his left chest at a glance. It was indeed a puppet as the notes said.

But what is surprising is that the mark is so faint that it is almost unclear. It seems that... as the little boy grows bigger and becomes more human-like, the mark will disappear.

Is there such a puppet?

I was stunned for a moment when I heard it.

He was stunned for less than a second, but he gave the little boy a chance to attack.

The moment he guided the thread and penetrated the mark, the little boy's sharp awl had already pierced the doll's chest and penetrated from the back of the heart.

This trick also works for possessed people.

When I heard about it, my first reaction was: It’s a shame and the boat has capsized in the gutter.

Then I felt a force rushing towards me, and my body was completely empty.

He blinked lightly and saw that the doll he was supposed to control collapsed to the ground, with eyes like glass beads open, and became a dead thing.

The feeling of being separated from the possessed object was very uncomfortable, like being hit in the head with a stick.

Just when he was feeling physiologically dazed, he felt someone reach out and cover his eyes lightly.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but he smelled a hint of winter frost and snow.

Then everything went dark.

…

Yes, it was dark again.

This process was so familiar that I didn’t need to ask. I knew when I heard it that it was Xie Wen who had lured him into another possessed object.

Not long after, this scene appeared in the bathroom on the first floor——

A small oval mirror was placed next to the washbasin, with Xie Wen's shadow in it. A square mirror was nailed to the wall, with Wen Shi's shadow inside.

A doll in a pink dress knelt in front of the mirror and cried.

What are timid people most afraid of? They are most afraid of one person.

In the past, Xia Qiao could still skip around behind Wen Shi. Wherever he went, there would be someone to keep him company. No matter how scared he was, there was no limit.

But now...

The daring ones have already entered the mirror, and the scope of movement is limited, so the errands fall on him. Running around in this haunted house alone...he is still alive.

"How long has he been crying?" Wen Shi asked with a headache.

"Let's start when you were stabbed by a seven or eight-year-old child and fell to the ground." Xie Wen said warmly, "I thought he was crying for you, but it doesn't seem to be the case now."

"you--"

Makes a face when smelling it.
To be continued...