In the darkness, you can vaguely see hopeless black holes everywhere.

The next second, all the ghosts burst out with a roar and bit Qin Ye frantically.

Layer after layer, countless ghosts piled up a pile of people several meters high around Qin Ye. The burnt corpses were squirming and roaring, and dozens or hundreds of dark hands were carved. The outside crawled inside like maggots, and the inside screamed and bitten wildly.

Ghosts danced randomly.

In this darkness, suddenly, a sneering voice sounded: "Do you know... If a horror movie is something like that, it will not be terrifying if a ghost comes out."

The next second, a vast yin energy exploded and the shock wave swept across the audience like a shock wave. Countless evil spirits pressing on Qin Ye all burst into shrill screams. Then they were bombed to all directions like bullets.

"Ha—" "Ah—" The screams of ghost crying made people tremble. At the same time, the light that just turned out lit up again.

Qin Ye was still not completely distorted. He was wearing the judge's clothes, his body was still a human body. His eyes swept over and the entire factory... was empty.

There is nothing.

It seemed like just an illusion just now.

Countless shades of wind drifted in shape, and the urns and steamers were still blazing cold steam. But... on the ground, countless pages of paper were scattered.

He hooked his hand gently, and all the pages flew in front of him.

"What a strong resentment..." As soon as he started, even he felt that his fingertips were slightly cold. The paper pages were broken and yellow. The words were scattered, but they were not pens, but pencils. I don't know how many years have passed, but they are still like they just wrote them down.

"December 11, 1947. Sunny."

"I want to die." The first sentence made Qin Ye's eyes twitch. Even if it was a line of words, he felt the aura of despair above.

"When will this day be like this... It's the twelfth lunar month now. I can't even wear clothes. Every day when I work in a silk reeling factory, it's the warmest... I can't eat enough and I can't see hope... The children in my belly are like they can never grow up..."

This is a female worker in a silk reel factory, and she should be a very educated female worker.

Qin Ye continued to watch: "Living is meaningless, I am worried every day. If the devil knows that I am pregnant, I can't continue working here... I will tighten my stomach and go to work every day. Although this place is hard, it is the only place where I can make a living. I still have parents to raise... I can't lose my job! Even if it's for the Japanese!"

"How about a child with dysplasia during pregnancy... I don't want to think about it anymore. Such days are like endless hell. Every day... I repeat every day, numb and desperate, I'm afraid... I'm so scared... the devil said, if I know that I will sit still if I don't report it. All the sisters in my group will be fired. If they let them know that I'm pregnant... I really don't dare to think..."

Qin Ye turned over this page with a calm expression. He had seen too many similar separations of life and death, and he did not feel any turbulence.

However, on the next page, another person's handwriting was changed.

"December 23, 1947, Yin."

"Yu Lishan is pregnant! This must be the case!"

This man's handwriting is sharper than the previous one, as if it highlights the uneasiness, fear, and hesitation in his heart: "What should I do... What should I do!"

"If that demon knows, we will not even have the opportunity to work here! I don't want to report her! I let her leave by herself, she doesn't say anything, just crying. I also know that he has a pair of disabled parents in his sixties, but... I have parents too!"

"I have a six-year-old daughter! In this world, I am just a hell that is not visible to the sun. I can still eat something here. If I leave here in the twelfth lunar month... I may not even be able to survive this winter!"

"But... her belly is getting bigger and bigger, how long can it last? Once the demon discovers, even we will leave together! I don't want to do this!"

Qin Ye was slightly stunned.

He originally thought that this was a silk reel factory persecuted by the invaders and was burned to death. But... a different picture had already been added to his mind.

human nature.

This thing is unpredictable. It can be as majestic as the Virgin or as despicable as a robber.

Someone once said that a person’s first nature is selfishness, and he does not object. No matter how grand he is, he must take good care of himself in order to be able to talk to everyone.

"The so-called devil should be the Japanese army supervising the silk reeling factory." He sighed softly and turned to the third page: "Although I don't want to say it, it may be what I thought. But there seems to be no other explanation. If it were a persecuted female worker, with the establishment of Xinhua Kingdom, all hatred should be gone, and now it is still condensed here. Obviously there is another hidden story... tsk... people... it's really complicated..."

On the third page, another person's handwriting was changed.

“February 13, 1948. Yin.”

"Yu Lishan is pregnant... Her belly has begun to show... All the sisters in the same group are worried. Even the team leader has talked to her. She... knelt down in front of everyone, begging us not to tell the devil. She said that the weather would leave immediately as soon as the weather warmed up. I... don't know what to do."

"We also have families, we also have parents and children. But...when Yu Lishan kowtowed, the blood flowed out, and we... still felt soft-hearted."

"It'll be almost warm in April, and there's still more than a month left. It should be... nothing is wrong, right?"

Sweeping la la... Qin Ye continued to flip: "February 18, 1948, sunny."

"Oh my God! That devil noticed her! Although she had tried her best to block it,... the traitor in charge of the supervision has begun to ask the team leader what's going on!!"

"The team leader held a meeting with us alone, so I can't delay it anymore! She must leave! I don't want to, but I don't want to live in such a worry every day! If this continues, I will even go crazy!"

"But it's too late! In the afternoon, the demon came to the scene in person..."

Next page: "February 24, 1948. Rain."

"Yu Lishan is dead..."

The beginning is this sentence. The shape of the paper page is a bit irregular, with a little bumpy hole. Qin Ye stroked it with his hands and pondered for a moment to know that it was tears.

Tears fall on paper with poor quality, and they will form this shape after they dry. People who have written letters before have similar experiences.

"It's so scary... I'm going crazy! I'm leaving... I'll leave here when I get up! These Japanese are not humans at all! They are devils! They are demons!!!"

The paper was cut through four exclamation marks in succession, which showed how excited the person who wrote the letter was at the moment.

"The dormitory was covered with a quilt, and everyone was writing diaries. But no one said... Just today during the day... during the day..." Qin Ye seemed to be able to see a woman in the quilt trembling, suppressing the fear in her heart, and wrote this diary in the dark: "The devil is here, he...he actually beat Yu Lishan to death in front of us!!"

"It's not like this... it's definitely not like this! We just want her to leave! We haven't thought about letting her die! Who told the secret? Who told the devil about this!"

"And...and that devil! He, he actually cut open Yu Lishan's belly in public! He took out the baby! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

All the paper pages behind were cut, and even Qin Ye frowned in the bloody scene.

Because the person who wrote the diary was too excited, this page of the letter ended here. But when she turned on the next page, she was still her handwriting.

"That's a dead baby." The other party's emotions seemed to calm down, and his handwriting was much softer. "Because Yu Lishan was too suffocated in her stomach. She was a baby girl. I will remember that scene all my life, a blue-purple baby, who was thrown into the hot water of the silk pool by the devil..."

"He is not a human... he is not worthy of being a human! He... actually let us continue to revive it! With that pool of water! He will not be rewarded, and he will definitely go to hell after death! I believe that King Yama will not watch this scene! I believe that there is still axiom in the world!!"

The diary ends here.

However, there are dozens of pages left behind.

Qin Ye was a little confused. These were "the information of the dead." Any ghost, once he had an obsession, would definitely leave something similar. These things often follow the order and time of the incident, which was also the first evidence of the investigation of the Yin Mission. But... looking at these diaries, it seems... it has just begun?

He looked carefully. However, the next page... only two words.

"There is a ghost!!"

There is nothing else but that.

On the next page, there are almost crazy handwriting: "There are ghosts! There are ghosts! There are really ghosts! Ahhhh! I don't want to stay! I'm going crazy!!"

He flipped over quickly, and then there were more than a dozen pictures, all of which were similar words, "Haunted... It's really haunted... But that demon blocked the door. We were not allowed to leave after work!!" "Haunted... I know... it's them, they are back! Today is her first seventh!" "There are ghosts!"

He flipped through the pages quickly. After knowing the fifteen pages, he finally saw a piece of paper full of words.

However, this piece of paper is a little different.

The first half is text, and the second half is full of blood.

"On March 12, 1948, yin night, twelve o'clock."

The handwriting was trembling, as if the author was desperately suppressing the fear in his heart: "The next one is me... I know, the next one must be me..."

"It's all dead... Yu Lishan's group is all dead! I'm the last... ghost... there's really ghost... Every night, I live in this room with twenty dead people... I'm the only one. I can feel it... I can really feel it! When I lie down, beside my bed, there must be a baby... a dead baby, a dead baby thrown into boiling water. Quietly... staring at me with dark glasses... I'll see it all night..."

"Because every morning I can see traces of babies lying by the bed!!!"

"I dare not go to the bathroom... I dare not speak... I turned on the light all night... I was afraid that I would say something, and a baby would start crying immediately... I was afraid that I would wake it up... But, but tonight! When I closed the window, I saw and saw a pair of eyes! Just looking at me behind me!!!"
Chapter completed!