The next morning I drove to pick up Jessica, and then I went to the newly opened haunted house again, and when we got to the gate, we found that the staff at the gate was completely different from the last time.

"Your staff here are quite diligent."

I greeted the two staff members at the door.

"What's the matter, this haunted house only officially opened yesterday, and we just started working yesterday, but we don't seem to have seen you two before?"

"No, we were clear last time."

Before I could finish my sentence, Jessica grabbed my hand and pulled it back, motioning for me to stop talking, there might be something wrong in this matter.

We haven't entered the haunted house yet, but we've come to the side to discuss it.

"What should I do, are you still in now?" I asked.

"We're all here, we must go in and figure things out, the last time we were here, there was a weird atmosphere everywhere, and it was a show deliberately arranged by the planners of this haunted house, they knew we were here last time, so they wanted to scare us in this way."

Jessica said with a decent analysis.

"Not to mention, it's entirely possible that this is the case, but they are too willing to spend money in order to create a terrifying atmosphere for customers, it seems that there are not many adventurers in the haunted house here, and the ticket money is not expensive, isn't it obvious that they are doing a loss-making business by investing so much?"

"So there may be some inside story that we don't know about this matter, you look at a few blocks near this haunted house, except for here, which is not a lot that is rapidly appreciating, if the land occupied by this haunted house is used to develop into a small amusement park or something, isn't it much more profitable, but it is still used to make a haunted house."

"Forget it, there's no way to figure this out while standing here, let's go in and walk around again, try to observe carefully this time, you see what I brought here."

"yes, this is the latest Kodak camera, it looks like you're really interested in this."

"I just don't want us to run for nothing, if we can't find the secret in this house in a short time, then I'll take the photos here and analyze them slowly, anyway, there is nothing to do after the race, which is also kind of fun."

"Haha, I feel that with your more serious character, you should be able to make a difference no matter what you do."

"But my greatest talent is in basketball, and I aspire to be like Michael. An epoch-making basketball superstar like Jordan, he became a person who could influence a teenager or even several eras. ”

"I believe that you can do it because you have such a dream and the heart that you are willing to work for it."

"Let's go, let's talk about it as we go."

When we entered the estate, which is quite large, we did not go directly to the main building, but this time I decided to explore the garden on the outside of the house, looking for details that are often overlooked.

"These flowers and plants have been being pruned recently, and if you look at their shape and direction, they don't seem to be anything special on the surface, but if you look at them from some special angles."

I guided Jessica to look at the position and relationship of several trees and flowers in the garden from different perspectives.

"I feel like I've really seen something, it's hard to describe in words, it's like a kind of magic trick, letting flowers and trees replace words and pictures to convey a certain message."

"What do you think you're seeing?"

I tried to direct Jessica to further analyze the secret.

"I saw a lot of visions, some children were playing happily, and then a man with a gun broke in, and someone was shot under that tree."

"It seems that the visions we see are not exactly the same, but it is very likely that they are all things that have happened in this manor, I see many people around this manor, yelling and scolding loudly, a white middle-aged man is hanging from a tree, blood is constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he is not dead, the people around him are constantly cursing and cursing him, stones and spit are flying towards this poor man, I really don't know what he has done to suffer such a punishment."

"I'm a little scared."

Jessica's hand around my arm tightened involuntarily, and I could feel the deep fear in her breathing, a primitive human instinct that could not be concealed.

And I myself wasn't much better, the last time I visited, my impression of this haunted house was that it was a deliberately made horror atmosphere, and although there were some bizarre things happening at the time, we tried to attribute them to a little prank by the organizers.

However, this time the illusion was so real that I even felt that I could hear the voices of the people who were there at the time, which was not even as simple as a movie, because the movie was flat, so in fact, we humans could easily distinguish between real and fake, but even in the era of the rapid development of the so-called 3D film many years later, it was impossible to form an image like the scene I saw before.

So in the United States in the 90s, I don't believe that anyone could deliberately create this illusion, even decades later, it will be difficult for anyone to do it, but why is this happening?

Am I not living in a real world? Even though I was reborn, back in time, and had Kobe's body and even his memories, it wasn't quite logical, but it did happen, and I could understand it, after all, I had read so many novels about rebirth and resurrection, and deep down I could understand all of this.

But when some supernatural phenomena appear in my life, I can't help but wonder if these supernatural phenomena have always existed in our real world, but many times we are always accustomed to living in the mental cage that we have made for ourselves and cannot come out, and would rather close our eyes with leaves than really open our eyes to see the real world.

We are afraid to accept the truth, because it may conflict with what we have been taught, with our original beliefs, and when the truth becomes a relative lie, we prefer to believe that the lie is still the truth, and the truth is a lie.

I didn't dare to continue to think about it, and I couldn't help but start to ooze a trace of cold sweat on my back, you know, even in a high-intensity basketball game, I don't sweat so easily, and these cold sweats are very much, the more they flow, the more cold my whole body feels.

"It's so cold out here, let's go inside first, I'm sure there's something to explain anyway."

After a long silence, Jessica's eyes began to become a little erratic, and I had always been able to see a kind of enthusiasm and transparency in her blue eyes, but now they were gradually blurred.

When we stepped into the main building again, the strange feeling that had hit us last time was gone, and on the contrary, everything here seemed to be back to normal, similar to the feeling of an ordinary long-lived house.

Jessica should also feel this, her whole body is a little more relaxed, I took her hand and sat on a large leather sofa, I carefully touched the uneven surface of this sofa with my hand, and found that this leather should be a whole piece of North American bison leather, the leather is very tough and elastic, the owner of this skin must be a very strong bison.

"The feeling of this room has changed, as if most of the furnishings have not changed, but it feels like most of the furnishings have been finely adjusted, and it is not as simple as a major cleaning, but the last time we came, something was taken from the furniture."

Jessica's words made me a little confused, and I tried to figure out what was wrong with this, and by the way, she mentioned something imprinted on the furnishings, do I know what it is?

"Jessica, what are you trying to express, what is that thing that was originally imprinted on it?"

"I don't know if you've heard a story that my grandmother would tell me when I was a child before I went to bed, the story of the natives who lived on the North American continent hundreds or even thousands of years ago, only to come and expel them from their land, and the souls of the native Indians who died with resentment and disease attached to a rare plant."

"I haven't heard anything you say, so go on, it's an interesting story."

"It's not an interesting story at all, and when I was a kid, instead of falling asleep, I always dreamed of the natives who had lost their lives and homes dancing, dancing around a campfire, and their blood flowing down their arms and feet deep into the earth, where that particular plant would grow, and the pollen of that plant, if ground and processed, would become an excellent architectural pigment."

"Do you mean that in the house we are in now, a lot of the furniture and materials are made of pigments made from that special plant, so this place is actually occupied by many ancient Indian spirits?"

"I don't know, these stories are secret and ancient, and my grandmother would tell me that they were real every time, and told me not to forget history, because history is always in cycles."