I jumped out of the window again, but as soon as I landed, I noticed that it was a little different from the time I had just entered.

It turned out that just outside the window, under a tree, a car was parked.

This is a very dilapidated tool truck, and the windshield of the front window has been shattered.

Strange, why didn't I see this car just now, and didn't hear the sound of the car moving? When did it come here?

However, I took a closer look and was taken aback.

It turned out that not only were the windows of the car broken, but even the four wheels were deflated. And, on the body, there are traces of rust everywhere, showing that the car has been abandoned for a long time. Look at the car door again, it has been loosened, it can't be closed, and it may fall off at any time.

This dilapidated car is impossible to start at all, and obviously it is impossible to be driven over.

Out of curiosity, I cautiously opened the door and stepped inside.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a choking smell, as if it was the smell of disinfectant water.

What does that smell like? Could it be that there will be a corpse in this car?

Of course, there is also a possibility of this. I'm thinking of horror movies where when someone decides to commit suicide in their car, or when he's killed in the car, the car is completely abandoned in the wilderness. By the time the car was discovered, the deceased had already turned into a dried corpse, or even a white skeleton. In the car, the smell of decomposing corpses will be left.

The thought of this gave me a shudder.

However, there were no corpses on the car, and although my imagination was rich, I was obviously thinking too much.

It's just an abandoned car, covered in cobwebs and dusty everywhere. The choking smell, combined with the dust, made me even more unbearable. So, I covered my mouth and nose, frowned, and searched the car.

Of course, the first thing I had to search for was the source of the smell.

Soon, I realized that the pungent smell was coming from a plastic box in the car, which contained a liquid, but I didn't open it.

I think it might just be a bottle of disinfectant, but maybe it's formalin?

Formalin?

Yes, I smelled it in the laboratory of the Ghost Hospital.

This, not disinfectant, but formalin, is used to soak corpses!

Strange, why is this car loaded with formalin solution?

Whether this thing was formalin or not, at least there were no bodies in the car, and my heart was put at ease at once.

I searched around the car, but I didn't find anything of value.

In the driver's seat, I also couldn't find the car keys. Of course, it's useless to find it, the car won't start at all, unless I can fix it first. But where is there a garage in the wilderness?

At that moment, suddenly, I looked through the broken front window of the car and noticed a figure suddenly appeared in front of me.

It was a man dressed in black, a black leather coat. However, he was so tightly wrapped in this dress, and with the fog around him, I couldn't see what the guy really looked like.

The guy seemed a little sneaky and looked around. Suddenly, he turned his head in the direction of the car and looked over!

I was startled, and immediately fell down and hid under the steering wheel.

I'm so scared, and now, at the slightest hint of wind and grass, I'm going to be silent.

That man in black should be the only big living person I've seen so far, right?

But who is he? Is it an enemy, or a friend? Or, too, a fugitive like me?

I didn't know, and I didn't dare to go out, so I could only hide in the car, shivering.

I was scared, afraid that the man in black would suddenly walk up to this car and push the door in!

However, after a while, nothing seemed to happen.

Could it be that guy is gone?

Slowly, cautiously, I looked up through the broken window.

In my field of vision, there was only a misty white mist, and the man in black was long gone! Where did he go?

I didn't dare to linger in this car any longer, so I immediately pushed the car door, jumped out of the car, bent over, and walked forward step by step.

When I got to the spot where the man in black was standing, I stopped.

Here, turn around and you'll find the front door of the cabin.

I looked back at the old tool cart, and it was quietly parked there.

The man in black didn't come, but went in the direction of the front door of the cabin. Did he want to go into the cabin too?

So, should I follow up and check it out?

However, I hesitated, and to be honest, I didn't want to go into that haunted house anymore, I just wanted to get out of here right away.

Eventually, though, I made my way to the door of the cabin.

The front door of the cabin, the big iron lock had been opened, and the door was hidden.

Strange, has someone already opened the big iron lock and entered this room?

Obviously, the person who can unlock and enter must be the man in black just now! Here, there can be no one else! So, this man in black is likely to be the current owner of this cabin?

If that were the case, the man in black might know what had happened here. The little girl named Mary and her ranger father lived here, and the tragedy I saw in my hallucination might have been the real thing.

All this, perhaps, I only have to ask the man in black, the new owner of this cabin, to know, right?

However, I admit that I may have imagined everything too naïve, and that man in black may just be a thief who broke into this house.

Regardless, I took the risk of pushing open the door and slowly walked inside.

Strangely, the room was dark again, and it was pitch black again. This time, even the fire of the charcoal brazier was extinguished.

I was suddenly scared again, and I had only taken a few steps inside before turning back.

But the door behind me was suddenly shut! Then I heard the sound of the lock again!

Yes? I'm locked up, I'm locked up in this room by the man in black?

Don't, let me out!

This time, I was nervous again.

I wanted to rush to the door and yell, "Don't lock me up here, let me out!" ”

However, when this sentence came to my mouth, I swallowed it.

In case, the man in black is not a good person, isn't it tantamount to exposing myself if I call it out like this? Perhaps, the man in black didn't know that someone was still inside, and he just closed the door casually?

So, I kept my mouth shut.

However, although the front door is locked, I can still jump out of that window again, what are I afraid of?

So, I turned around again, turned on my flashlight, and walked into the house.

I don't want to stay here any longer, I just want to quickly find that window and jump out from there.

I was the only one in the room. In addition to the sound of my footsteps, there was the sound of my breathing getting heavier and heavier, and there was silence all around.

Suddenly, my feet seemed to be blocked by something.

What's that, how is it cold? Could it be the charcoal brazier?

I crouched down and touched it, but it was as if I had touched something liquid.

My hands were already stained with the liquid, and I quickly put my hands back, feeling slimy.

Under the flashlight, I finally saw clearly: the liquid on my hand turned out to be blood, bright red blood!

Blood?

I was startled, took a flashlight, and shone it on the thing lying on the ground.

I was startled by this photo, and the flashlight also fell to the ground.

It was a dead man who fell to the ground!

He turned out to be the forest ranger who committed suicide by swallowing a gun! Unexpectedly, his body is still here?

The dead ranger had his mouth wide open and the long shotgun in his mouth. His eyes were also wide open, as if he were looking at me. The back of his head hit the ground, and blood, from the back of his head, spread all around the corpse.

Suddenly, I received another blow to the back of my head!

I screamed and passed out.

At this moment, I finally understood: in this room, in addition to me, there is another big living person!

The man in black, maybe he didn't leave at all, he was in this house, he attacked me!

But who was the man who locked the door from the outside? Could it be his accomplices?

What fate awaits me?

I finally woke up again, but this time, I had lost my personal freedom.

I was tied to a post, and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free from the tightly bound ropes around my body.

Where is this? Why am I tied up here?

I stopped struggling and took a look at my surroundings.

This is an attic, a very narrow place. Under the feet, there is a simple wooden plank floor, and there are some gaps between the wooden planks.

It dawned on me that I was now in the three-story attic of this little cabin. The guy who attacked me was probably the mysterious man in black, who attacked me and tied me up here.

Damn, why was I attacked again, this time, from behind again? Did I get hit, or was it the back of the head?

I learned this technique the last time I was in the hospital and in the cremation room.

So, was it this man in black who attacked me the first two times?

Why does this nasty creature always like to sneak up on me from behind? The strangest thing is that this guy seems to find me every time, but always doesn't kill me, but deliberately comes up with all kinds of ways to torture me.

This time, he grabbed me again and tied me up here, what the hell did he want to do? How is he going to torture me this time?

Suddenly, I smelled a scent, a smell of déjà vu.

Ah, isn't that the smell of the broken car? Yes, that's what formalin solution smells like! That's right, that's what it tastes like!

The entire attic was filled with this choking smell, which was getting stronger and stronger.

I was tied up and couldn't move, so I had to shrink my nose and continue to live with the smell.

Bastard, is he trying to tie me up here and choke me to death with that smell? Hmph, can this choke me too? This trick is too pediatric, right?

However, it wasn't the smell of formalin that really tormented me.

Soon, I heard something sound under my feet, crackling and sounding familiar.

I lowered my head and looked through the cracks between the wooden floors on the third floor to see underneath.

Below, a little red light began to flash.

Then, a smell of burnt smoke came up.

Yes! This time, I suddenly understood.

This house is on fire again······