On July 23, Building 2, Unit 1, XX Community, XX District, XX City, was confirmed to have ghosts. Eight victims have already died.

On July 24, at 9 a.m., the first test was taken.

The Soul Detector lost signal after entering the building.

On July 24, at 1 p.m., the second test will be conducted.

A wide range of search cameras were used, but in the footage shown, the entire Second Building was shrouded in shadow.

On July 25, the first field test was conducted, and the tester number was City-704. Even with the use of a new type of ectopic space liaison, the subject lost contact when they entered Building 2.

Missing.

On July 26, the second field test was conducted, and the tester number was City-800. Due to the loss of contact with the tester during the first test, the tester was selected to be the owner of the undead ability.

Note: The ability of this tester is 'The heart can be removed and placed in a certain place, and when the 'body' partially dies, it will be reborn from the heart'.

(In fact, the person with this ability has been performing this high-risk mission that almost every time he has been 'dead' since joining the Secret Service.) People send nicknames: Buu. ）

An hour after the subject entered Building 2, the heart that had been placed within a safe area withered.

On the afternoon of July 26, the third field test was conducted, and the tester number was provincial-40.

After the first two tests were complete failures, this test plan is for the tester to gradually explore the depth of entry and return to report back after each new depth.

As planned, the test was carried out gradually, and according to the tester, after entering Building 2, he would have a gloomy and depressed mood, and heard some strange and terrifying whispers as the number of floors he set foot in increased.

It was noted that when the tester ascended to the third floor and returned, something was not in his mental state. But at his insistence, the test went according to plan.

The tester then returned from Building 2 again, but instead of returning to the safe area, he stopped outside Building 2 and bit off his index finger to paint on the wall.

Patterns drawn with blood are colored in color.

After the painting was finished, the test subject's mental state was visibly broken, and he fell to the ground screaming the words "face", "portrait" and "handsome", and was then dragged into Building 2 by a black shadow.

On July 27, the fourth test was conducted, and the tester number was provincial-60......

The tester survived. But if you have a nervous breakdown, you will show a strong desire to attack and refuse to communicate if you are slightly stimulated. And the ability disappears. He is currently being nursed in the psychiatric department of the hospital directly under the Secret Service.

On July 28, the fifth test was conducted, and the tester number was provincial-32......

The tester survived. Nervous breakdown, seeing everyone as their own illusion. The ability disappears. He is currently being nursed in the psychiatric department of the hospital directly under the Secret Service.

On July 29, the sixth test was conducted, and the tester number was provincial-202......

**Dictate**

My name is Zhu Hao, and I used to be a cartoonist. Of course, the cartoonists were just a trick to hide my true identity......

Less wordy! I ride a horse and know you know me! That's what Uncle Ben said! You don't remember how to step on a horse!?

(Recorder's attached: Although Provincial 202 can communicate, this incident has obviously had a great impact on his character.) This manifests itself in impatience and swearing. ）

Well...... Where did I just go? Oh!

The cartoonist was just a trick to hide my true identity, which I once was, a free, purposeless, and hopeless mercenary.

Until one day not long ago, under the guidance of my life coach, I understood how I should spend this life, how to spend it meaningfully and brightly!

I'm going to be a good person! That's right! A good man who pedals a horse through and through!

In order to achieve this goal in life, I chose to join the Secret Service.

This was when my old attitude of getting by and eating and eating helped me at this point - I didn't have any disciplinary records, and my ability rating was provincial, so it was only natural for me to be a member of the Secret Service.

Oh yes, I gotta say, this hierarchy is so stupid! It's so earthy! It's bloody! Too...... What kind of eyes are you stepping on!? Well?! Do you want to fight!?

(Recorder's Attachment: Although Province 202's ability didn't disappear in Building 2 of XX District, he didn't use it in this brawl.) He and Professor Law scuffled together like two ruffians, and knocked him unconscious before I could figure out whether to separate them or continue recording. ）

Okay, now no one is interrupting. Damn it! This kind of scientist who does not stay in the laboratory to study how to make wheat yield 18000 per mu should go to the death of a horse!

Where did I just go? Oh! The name of this grade is really earthy!

Alas, to be honest, when I first joined the Secret Service, I almost quit because the rank code was too earthy......

Forget it, let's get down to business.

(Recorder's attached: Provincial 202's eyes became sharper)

…… On that day, I entered Building 2 of the plug-in community.

(Recorder's note: The span of the topic is somewhat large...... But finally getting to the point)

Before I get down to business, I have to warn you that if you dare to slander me, I'll do you like this old man.

Well...... Here's the thing: as soon as I stepped into Building 2, I felt a biological instinct...... Or rather, a sense of fear from the depths of the soul!

Dude, bring me a cigarette......

Hiss--

But I just hesitated for a moment and continued to walk upstairs. My life coach once taught me that with great power comes great responsibility. My ability is so powerful to ride a horse, then I also have the responsibility to personally take risks and give people a peace!

As my former colleagues who died or became crazy said, the first and second floors have only stairs and no doors. It wasn't until the third floor, in the silent and oppressive hallway, accompanied by the whispers of terror, that I saw the first door.

You can never imagine what a terrible feeling it gave me to that door...... It's like a giant mouth that is not a picky eater! Or a whirlpool of! Terrible! Terror! And it's fraught with danger!

There was a moment...... Well, I hesitated for a full hour before I made up my mind to open that door - you have to understand me, it was like a choice: be a normal person, or be a brave man who has the courage to jump into a pit of.

(Recorder: I began to look at him with reverence)

I pushed the door open...... Not locked. The layout of the interior is exactly the same as that of a normal residential house. And it's sunny.

And just as I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The door behind him slammed shut with a loud bang.

My instinctive urge ability to slam the door, but it felt like it was smashing into a ball of cotton. Then I turned around and looked inside......

Yes!!!

(Recorder's Attached: He suddenly shouted, and I was so frightened when I stepped on my horse!) ）

The living room and everything are gone, and only a blood-red door remains! And on the door, the rules of the game are written......

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Game Rules: You must collect it before breaking into the next chapter!