I tried to open my eyes to see who was talking, but I found that I couldn't move at all, and I couldn't even hold up my eyelids.

In desperation, I bit my lip so hard that I was finally able to move.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the room was still dim, and it was just a nightmare.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and lit a cigarette to calm myself down, probably because I had just drunk a few sips of wine, and when I went upstairs, I was blown by the wind in the hallway, and the strength of the wine came up unconsciously, so I slept on the floor in a daze.

Thinking back to the situation just now, it can be said that I have been thinking about it day and night, and all I thought about before was the nautical chart, and when I fell asleep, I naturally had such a play.

However, the atmosphere in the dream was a little strange, and the voice seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was for a while.

After a long time of smoking, the smoke is finished, and it seems that there should be no more incidents tonight.

It was raining lightly outside, and I opened my phone in a daze to know that it was already eleven o'clock, and then I saw a text message coming in, which was sent to me by Yun Jin, which read: Where are you?

Yun Jin is a college classmate of mine, a Jiangnan girl born in Suzhou.

But her behavior is not at all like a Suzhou girl who speaks Wu Nong's soft words, but she is very arrogant, which is quite in love with me.

After graduating from college, Yun Jin followed me and opened a detective agency together, which is my partner.

I typed a few words intermittently, and I felt that I hadn't told her about today's incident, so I directly said that it was inappropriate for me to break into the ghost building at this time, so I replied that I was sleeping at home.

I immediately turned off my phone after texting, I didn't want to be startled by the ringing of my phone in such an environment.

Just as I picked up the flashlight, I suddenly saw a diary spread on the floor, I guess it was too dark to notice when I first came in.

I picked up the journal and wiped the dust off it, and found that it was very old, and the cover was made of very fine cowhide, with some golden patterns on it.

I opened the book curiously, thinking it was an ordinary diary, but I didn't expect that the contents were all written in Japanese.

When I was in college, in order to make a girl, I also specially enrolled in a Japanese language class with her, and then the girl didn't catch up, but learned a few words of Japanese, so I can roughly understand the above content.

I put the flashlight on the bookshelf next to me and pointed it at the diary, and after turning a few pages, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The diary, owned by Nobu Watanabe, records his 1937 graduation from Tokyo Imperial University and his forced conscription into the Japanese War Department and his subsequent assignment to China to fight in the war.

This notebook was a birthday gift from a Chinese female student he met in college.,They did chemistry experiments together.,The relationship seems to be pretty good.。

At the same time, the diary also recorded some research materials, and it seems that he specializes in chemistry.

Remembering what Liang Zi said, Building No. 6 was a place for devils to study chemical weapons during the Japanese occupation, and the identity of this person is self-evident.

And from his words, I can see that this person is very pessimistic, always lamenting his bad luck, and has also mentioned many times that he wants to end his life by committing suicide by breaking his stomach, and I can't help but secretly scold this turtle grandson for doing so many bad things and complaining here.

The further back you go, the less content the diary takes, and it often sums up the whole day in one or two sentences.

But when I turned to the last few pages, I was instantly shocked into a cold sweat, because I clearly saw that the last time he wrote a diary was actually - 2009!

Could it be that this devil has always been alive and living here? He was the one who sealed the door from the inside?

So does he have any connection to the Black Rakshasa who attacked the Red Guards back then? Or could the charts be in his hands?

A series of questions suddenly made me a little anxious, at this time the cigarette is the most needed tranquilizer, but when I took out the cigarette case, it was empty, and I remembered that I had accidentally dropped one just now, so I hurriedly bent down to find it.

There was no smoke in the place where the flashlight swept through, but I suddenly noticed that there was a large mark in the series of footprints I stepped on, and it didn't look like a person had stepped on it.

The back of my neck was cold again, and I just felt that the hairs on my whole body were about to stand on end.

I've thought about a few questions just now, but what I haven't thought about is - where is the owner of that diary?

But thinking about it from another angle, ordinary people's feet shouldn't be so big, and even if the devil called Watanabe Shin has the height of Yao Ming, his footprints will not be exaggerated to such an extent.

Unless...... I met that legendary Black Rakshasa!

I grabbed my flashlight, the beads of sweat on my face couldn't stop falling, and the only thought in my heart was to run away while nothing had happened yet.

Just as I was about to turn around, I suddenly heard an extremely hoarse voice sound, "My diary, is it good?" ”

Hearing this voice, my legs went limped almost instantly, not that I was really that vulnerable, but in such a state of high mental tension, it was not at all kind to hear the greetings of others.

But just for a moment, the next moment I immediately raised the crowbar in my hand and turned around and shouted, "Who? Who's there? ”

I saw a tall black shadow walk in from the dim corridor, and through the afterglow of the flashlight, I could see that it was covered with messy black hair, and its legs were no different from ordinary people, but the soles of its feet were surprisingly large.

Its arms looked as if they had been scalded by boiling water, and they were full of bulging pus, some of which had been broken, and a soy sauce-like liquid was bubbling out.

Except for a few tattered pieces of army-green cloth covering its lower body, its entire body was almost naked.

I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, could it be that it is the owner of the diary, the devil named Watanabe Shin?

But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person! Could it be that people become zongzi after they die?

Thinking of this, I involuntarily reached forward and reached for the crowbar on my hand.

I only heard the black shadow sneer, and said to me in a very stiff tone: "Do you think this stick can stop me?" ”

Not to be outdone, I said, "Then you can try it!" ”

It didn't make a sound but slowly walked in front of me, and I realized that its face was almost full of irregular folds of flesh, and it looked disgusting and terrifying.

Its two eyeballs bulged out like brass bells hanging from a flat wall, and one of them had no eyelids yet.

I tried to keep myself calm, but I hadn't encountered this before, so I couldn't tell if the thing in front of me was a ghost or a dumpling.

When it saw that I was still on guard, it waved my crowbar off my hand with contempt and asked viciously, "What are you here for?" Looking for me? ”

I said tentatively, "You're Watanabe Shin?" ”

"Who do you think I will be?" He smiled whimfully, then grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me to the floor.

I don't know if I should have found a chance to escape for my life at this time, but I know very well that if I dare to mess around, I will definitely die a miserable death.

Nobu Watanabe rubbed the floors with his huge feet, and while fiddling with his messy hair, he asked me, "Do you want to know my story?" I haven't spoken in a long time."

I nodded hurriedly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as I followed his wishes, I might be able to find a chance to escape until dawn.

Besides, I also want to know what he has experienced, after all, he has been able to live since the Anti-Japanese War until now, and he is not only strange but also very sturdy.

There was a terrible smell on his body, like a rotting dead pig soaked in pesticides, which was pungent and disgusting, and it was so uncomfortable that I had to keep not turning my head to breathe.

But he didn't seem to mind my actions, and instead took the initiative to move back, which surprised me a little.

However, ten minutes passed, but he never spoke again, just paced back and forth beside me, and this kind of waiting made me feel like pins and needles.