Could it be that I really killed someone?!

Don't I dare admit it? Am I resisting myself? Am I scared?! I've questioned myself countless times in my mind, and I have to admit it...... I can't tell...... I don't know if I've done it....

For Hana's death, the planning and filming were surprisingly calm, they were calm as if nothing had happened, they stayed in their house all the time, even when the police came, they only recorded a brief confession, and no one wanted to film the show anymore. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I once said to the planner to get out of here, this is too weird, but the planner said, you need to hold the black book for three days, in order to avoid the fate of death, this is what the ghost king Yan said, not to mention that the flower is dead, which strengthens the planner's willingness to stay here, I said not to move him, the planner is like a person who has been brainwashed by a pyramid scheme at this time, I believe that no one can say that he can be moved, and the strange thing is that the camera brother is also like this.

It's terrible, we've only been here for a day, and I can only curl up in the house, and I only feel infinite regret and guilt when I see the scene of the flower accident....... And scared.....

Let's hurry up.....

It's been a long time, and looking at the second hand of the round clock hanging on the wall turning round and round, I vaguely feel like what I should do, but I don't know what to do. That's right, the room of flowers! There was a black notebook given by the ghost king Yan in her room, maybe something was written on it?!

I jerked myself out of bed, opened the door and went to the room in front of Peanut, which was now cordoned off, and I tore off the seal and inserted a piece of paper into the crack of the door to open the security door. The door of this hotel is easy to open, but the flowers without the room card can't use electricity, the whole room is still filled with the smell of blood, the blood-spattered sheets have been taken away, I was still very nervous to sneak into someone else's room, I wiped the cold sweat on my face, like a thief....... It seems like I used to be a thief......

Black book!

I saw it at first glance.,It seems to have appeared in front of me on purpose.,The first time I entered the room of flowers,The black notebook was very conspicuously placed on the bedside table.,Quietly......

I walked to the notebook step by step, put it in my hand and turned to the first page, but unfortunately the contents of this notebook have been torn off..... Only visible tear marks remained....

I frowned, who did this?

It's a headache, I just wanted to turn around and leave here, but I didn't think that at some point, a dark shadow had crept in from behind the door......

"Ahh ――――Who are you! As soon as I turned around, I saw a strong man wearing a mask and a jacket, and I subconsciously screamed, but I quickly calmed down.

But soon I lost my composure, for he pulled out a sharp knife from behind him and locked the door behind him.

What does he want to do? A strong man with a knife locks you in a room, and no one can calm down.

"Get your black notebook out," he said viciously, pointing a knife at me.

"I didn't! I didn't have it from the beginning! I said.

"You killed the flowers! And said you didn't."

"I didn't kill her! I didn't."

The masked man shoved me against the wall and began to search me, of course he found nothing, but while he was searching, I saw a tattoo of a musical note next to his ear.....

This masked man turned out to be a camera boy!

I remember that he was the only one with such a tattoo, and I suppressed my shock.

"It's you..... You killed the flower," I said to him, crouching down and looking up.

The camera guy suddenly stopped, looked at me suspiciously, and my head twisted towards the bedside table, where there was a black notebook with the contents torn off.

"That notebook is your purpose?!"

He didn't answer, and I continued.

"The death of the flower has something to do with that book, right?! Answer me! ”

"Since you don't, there's no need to live" The camera pointed at me with a sword, and I grabbed the knife he stabbed at me with both hands.....

All of a sudden, what the hell is going on?! Why did the videography become like this?! Is it all the book that the ghost king Yan gave? Now I can't think too much about it, the knife has reached between my eyebrows.....

It seems that he really wants to kill me, and I can no longer hold on to it with almost all my strength, just when I can't hold on anymore after a long stalemate.....

"Ahhh The camera suddenly screamed in horror.

And the knife that rushed towards me, the knife that the camera was holding, suddenly turned around with his hand at this time, and went straight at himself.

The camera is also dead.

He fell to the ground, the blood on his neck slowly spreading, his eyes wide with disbelief, the knife went straight through his neck, and before he died, he pulled out his own black notebook, but I didn't dare touch it again.....

I hesitantly opened his mask, it was indeed the appearance of a camera, his mouth was filled with his own blood, pointing behind me, I don't know what he was talking about, he couldn't say it, he could never say it, I looked behind me suspiciously, but there was nothing.....

People say that when a person is dying, he can see a ghost, but I don't know if he is ..... But why did the knife facing me suddenly turn?

I collapsed on the ground and called the police, and when the police came, there was only the body on the floor and a black notebook next to him, and I had already stepped over his body back to my room.

There were two murders in one room in quick succession, and that room in Thailand was sealed off as a matter of course, and I suddenly wanted to see how it was planned, because he hadn't shown up until now.....

After the police had disposed of the camera's body, I tried to walk outside the planned room and knocked softly on the door.

"Is it there? Are you here? "After I knocked three times in a row, I put my ear on the door and held my breath, strange? It's quiet inside, like no one is there, is it out? I let out a long breath and was about to turn away.

Goya - with a bang, the door opened a small corner.

I vaguely saw the bed in the room along this small corner, and the door was open as if to say come in, but there was still no sound of planning, I turned around and walked out of the door again, and after hesitating for a long time, I asked again.

"Planning..... Are you obsessed within? .... I'm in" (To be continued.) )