A chill swept through the body.

Gradually, scribbling, and even scribbling punctuating the pages at the end, indicate the mental state of the person who wrote the diary.

[Confused, you pick up the report, there may be some clues in it.] 】

The transparent bridge answered the call and picked up the report and opened it.

……

Snort –

Whoop -

Masu fell to the last step.

The chandelier in his mouth swayed, and the rusty joints creaked.

There are no longer stone steps underfoot, but soft gravel.

He heard the sound of the waves day and night and the unique smell of the seaside, which was indescribable.

Mu Su, who was on the front steps, turned around and looked, and he appeared on a dark beach.

It was dark, and there was no starry sky in sight, and nothing else was in sight. It's like a child who is learning to draw and paints the sky all over with a black brush.

He was supposed to be invisible, but Makisu could see the entire beach at a glance, the sand shrouded in pitch darkness.

It's weird.

There's also something weird.

After discovering the silt, Musu descended another 30 steps, which is nearly 80 meters high.

What is certain is that the tide will never rise there. So the question is, where does the damp silt come from from the deepest part of the ocean floor?

Mu Su loosely took off the oil lamp, wiped the saliva off his hand in disgust, and shook the numb soles of his feet.

The oil lamp should have been extinguished a long time ago, but it still kept a weak light to illuminate the surroundings, and it did not fade. Let Mu Su mutter, this can't be the legendary nuclear oil lamp.

Soon he shifted his attention and looked at the seashore shrouded in darkness,

Suddenly, I noticed that a few hundred meters of the beach stood with a shadow of the outline.

It's a wooden house.

……

The police found out about the vicious incident a week later.

A villager from a nearby village called the police that his father had gone hunting in the mountains for a week and had not returned. A patrol team of police and villagers searched the entire mountain and found the hut on the shore behind the mountain.

After smelling a strong rancid smell outside the door, the police decided to break down the door.

The scene was horrible, with a charred corpse on the floor of the hut with a torch stuffed in its mouth, and unburned rope fragments were found around, and the body showed signs of struggle, which could be judged to have been lit by the victim while restrained.

The charred corpse was compared and confirmed to be the father of the villager who called the police.

Next to the bed sat an emaciated corpse. Male, roughly around 30 years old. The legs are stuck in a harpoon and secured to the floor. Eyes are snapped out and stuffed into the alarm clock. The time of death was similar to that of charred corpses.

Because of the heavy rain in the rainy season, the hut was damp and moldy, which was not conducive to the police collecting evidence. After a careful police search of the scene, a new body was found in a closet located in the corner.

The corpse has been dead for a long time and is already in a state of giant view, and it is impossible to distinguish the specific appearance. Male, with a brown sweater on his upper body. After investigating the town, some residents reported that the person was a homeless man who had disappeared for two weeks. The statement could not be verified, but the disappearance roughly coincided with the time of death.

After collecting all the evidence, the police confirmed that the body at the bedside was the suspect. We were able to identify the suspect by stitching together the documents that had been shredded and disposed of in the trash. And find his parents located in the small town.

It was learned from the suspect's father that his son had nothing unusual two weeks ago, that is, a week before the crime, and that he had been at the post office and that he had a good personality and no mental problems. There is also no genetic history in his family. But since I picked up that diary two weeks ago, it has started to look wrong.

Reading this, the transparent bridge paused slightly. The eyes shifted, and the focus fell on the yellowed diary.

The sound of the housekeeper robot cleaning the floor came down the open door from downstairs, and she exhaled slightly and continued to read.

The yellowed diary was retrieved by the suspect from the seaside hut, which is the scene of the murder. Gu Qi's father recalled that on the night of his reading day, he seemed to suddenly see a hallucination, saying that he heard someone whispering. His father didn't care at the time because the room was not soundproofed. Maybe it's the sound of the next door talking or the radio. After that, his mental condition began to deteriorate rapidly, and he often talked to himself, and reported hearing the sound of waves and whispering.

The next day, the suspect disappeared.

Because the suspect worked at the post office and often left early for a few days and did not return, his father was not too worried. Until the police came to the door.

The case came to a standstill, without the slightest progress, and on the surface it looked like a man had gone mad and killed a hunter and a homeless man. But the police don't think so, suspecting that the incident may be related to a cult.

This concludes the report, with a line of marker marks at the end, and a dark dot at the end, as if the officer who wrote it was confused.

[Strange, why the suspect doesn't have a giant view.] ]

The report is followed by an appendix containing photographs of the scene taken by the forensic doctor, photographs of the suspects, and autopsy data.

The transparent bridge glanced at it and put it back in place. She now feels that her heart is beating fast, and there is some sweat on her palms and forehead, and if she looks at it rashly, she will frighten herself and lose her ability to judge normally.

The sound of cleaning downstairs has disappeared. The bedroom was quiet, except for the faint sound of the wind and sand crashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Usually this kind of voice can make her feel at ease, but for some reason it makes her a little anxious now.

After the blue sunset has disappeared into the hills, the smart bedroom automatically lights up the bedroom, but it is still dim.

She couldn't contain her curiosity about the yellowed notes, but she was a little uneasy because the whispers hadn't been heard for a long time. So the transparent bridge opened the white diary again and compared the diary with the report.

[You feel more confused. 】

The long-lost whisper came.

"Who is that voice?" What's the point of it making me look at these things? How did this thing end up in my home? Am I in the game, or in reality? Your mind is filled with doubts and panic. 】

The transparent bridge was a little cold and frozen.

She was completely seen through.

She forced herself to calm down, fear and nervousness only made things worse.

[Be calm. Be calm. Be calm. You tell yourself so. Then you get even more flustered, and you can't understand how the voice is reading your thoughts. 】

Transparent Bridge took a deep breath and decisively summoned his vision, ready to contact the police.

Whether it's a brain problem or a virus in her vision, it's not something she can solve now.

[You don't know, but you decide to take a step.] You open the last diary. 】

The whisper sounded again, causing the transparent bridge to pause slightly, and his eyes fell on the yellowed diary.

After thinking about it, she picked up the diary.

The diary is finger thick, with an indescribable fishy smell. She couldn't help but take it a little farther away. Keep a distance where you can read the words clearly and not get caught up in the fishy smell.

In the dim light, the diary is flipped to the first page.

Suddenly, the cup in her hand smiled at her.