I seemed to think of something at once, and completely emptied the envelope in my hand, only to realize that there was still a waxy paper inside.

Translate the above content, and only then can I figure out the general ins and outs of the matter.

It turned out that the haunted description in the diary was fake, and the female corpse was not excavated in the tunnel at all.

And as said in the same letter, it was indeed carved by the little devil who found a craftsman to suppress the female ghost.

And the reason why this Ida Song is lying in his diary is also because his heart has not been able to face this matter head-on.

After the haunting, the whole tunnel was panicked, and the Japanese who finally stitched up the face of the female corpse turned out to be himself.

On this secret piece of paper, his confession and the fear in his heart were written, and every night he would dream of the female ghost with an upside-down face.

However, he was still able to survive the next day unharmed, while the other soldiers were not so lucky, and they died mysteriously day after day.

Two special bones will evolve from the neck of the body, exactly as described in the corpse I found and dissected in the elevator room.

In the end, the Japanese left these two diaries and some materials about the Soul Gate experiment in a frightened and depressed environment, as well as the dusty confession book in front of him.

In the end, no one knows whether it is life or death.

My heart felt like I had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and after translating the contents of the letter, I couldn't understand the taste, and I suddenly felt a touch of emotion in my heart when I looked at the hideous and terrifying female corpse in front of me.

Thinking back to the iron door that couldn't be opened just now, could it be that the female ghost in this room was doing tricks, but it had been so long, why did she still embarrass me and Suchak.

I turned to look at the rusty iron door leading to the elevator hallway, and this time the iron door still couldn't be opened, no matter how hard I tried, as if the door frame was completely rusted.

Despair and depression echoed in my heart, and this feeling was even more torturous and torturous than seeing the female ghost directly.

I felt more and more that the air in the room was a little cloudy, and even my head was a little groggy, but Sujzak's eyes were staring at me little by little from the very first doorway.

He gradually realized that something was not right, and immediately asked him if the female ghost was still standing at the door.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, his eyes were staring directly at me, and the words he said almost made me collapse to the ground.

"She's standing behind you right now."

There was like a thunderclap in my mind, and I was so frightened that I hurried forward two steps.

I subconsciously looked at the glass bottle containing the baby specimen next to me, and in the light, I seemed to really see a woman with all her hair falling out, standing behind her.

She had a huge slash on her sallow abdomen, and the most terrifying thing was that her face was the opposite of that of a normal person.

If it were an ordinary person standing here at this time, I am afraid that he would have fainted with fright, but he had experienced so many strange things.

It also made my heart more and more calm, and I pretended to be calm and approached Suchak's position a little bit, and I always felt that the two of us could at least feel a little safe standing together.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Suchak actually said that the female ghost had disappeared out of thin air, and the room was empty, and there was no one else except the two of us.

I turned my head suspiciously, only to find that the depression that had just filled my heart disappeared for a moment, but the iron door of the closed dissection room was still tightly closed and could not be opened.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh, and my whole body collapsed directly to the ground as if I had been drained of strength, and the scene in front of me gradually blurred, and I felt more and more heavy in my body.

After a brief calculation of the time, it had been too long since I had been trapped in the tunnel.

Tiredness filled my heart, and even gradually outweighed the pain from all parts of my body, and I fell asleep with cloudy thoughts.

I slept soundly, undisturbed in the closed and cramped dissection room, and my body seemed to enter a deeper level of relaxation.

When I woke up, everything was the same, blurred in the dim light, but when I squinted and looked around, I found only that Suchak was missing.

And in this cramped dissection room, there is an extra mirror.

A large old-fashioned glass mirror hangs from the wall, reflecting his missing right hand.

I began to panic a little, and desperately shouted Suchak's name in the dissection room, but no matter how much I shouted, I could only hear my own echo and the desperation hidden in my voice.

I don't know what happened in this sleep, the closed door of the dissecting room still can't be opened, but if so, how did the large mirror hanging on the wall appear here out of thin air.

Gradually, he shifted his attention to the mirror, and with cautious steps, he approached the huge old-fashioned mirror in front of him.

Unexpectedly, when I saw my face in the mirror, I almost didn't scream.

The pores of his body contracted sharply, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead, almost soaking his whole body.

It turned out that I didn't know when I turned into the female corpse lying on the operating table, with sallow yellow skin on my body.

The face on the face was not reversed, and the bare head was reflected in the mirror, revealing an incomparably terrifying glow, as if it were a monster.

I don't know what this is all about, but when I look down at my body, it's still the same as before.

After pondering for a while, I realized that the extra mirror in front of me must be doing the trick, so I simply picked up the axe next to me and slammed it at the mirror in front of me.

Unexpectedly, after the mirror in front of me was broken, a window suddenly appeared, and inside was the scene of several Japanese soldiers bullying a woman.

They almost stripped the woman naked, and the woman struggled to resist but could not break free from their strength, until at last she was desperate, and her face was full of tears.

I tried to shout to stop it, but I found a strange man in the corner next to me, standing cowardly in place, trying to rush in through the window but not daring to come forward several times.

In the end, the reflection in the window was the scene of the woman being tied to the operating table for dissection, also naked, but the sharp scalpel cut the flesh and skin of her face little by little as she struggled.

It was a bloody scene, and she stared at the cowardly man in the corner with wide eyes, and finally at the ceiling.

The cold wind blew on my face, and no matter how much I cried, the scene on the other side of the window was never answered.

I watched as the group of little devils removed her entire face, revealing bloody cheeks and bones.

In the end, even before she could breathe, she opened her stomach again, and the organs taken out were carefully placed in the formalin-soaked container, along with the heart.

This scene made me completely uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but crouch on the ground and vomit, but I couldn't vomit anything.

The man in the corner kept crying, he wanted to rush up to stop it, but he didn't dare to move forward because of his cowardice.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the woman who had been almost hollowed out suddenly struggled, she no longer had any organs in her body, but her eyes widened and she kept trembling.