Restarting the Escape Game as Max Level

She crouched down, and there were two drawers under the table. The first drawer only had some buttons and a few white chalk, while the second drawer was locked.

After unlocking the drawer with a small key, Ruan Qiao found a notebook inside.

It was unknown how long the notebook was kept inside.

The previous few pages recorded some expenses and daily matters, which should be a memo from the room owner.

Ruan Qiao patiently flipped back and finally saw something unusual.

[Entry] March 15th, I bought three ostrich chicks.

[Entry] March 15th, I had another nightmare today. Those people have been chasing me in my dreams, dragging me……dragging me to a terrifying place.

[Entry] April 23rd, I couldn’t sleep, it was all about them in my dream.

[Entry] April 25th, I am going crazy

[Entry] April 26th, am I the crazy one?

[Entry] April 23rd, no, it’s not a dream! ! ! ! !

The font twisted and a few exclamation points marked the owner’s fear and awe at the time.

[Entry] April 25th, it was really not a dream. I had strange bruises on my feet and hands, where they were holding me. They are not my hallucinations……they are retribution……

[Entry] April 26th, they were all crazy, and this was karma. As long as you stay here, even if you’re not killed by a beating, you’ll still be killed by……those

[Entry] April 28th, those medications didn’t work anymore. Just one pill was enough at the beginning, but later on, I needed more……

[Entry] May 1st, I will leave here and never come back.

A few more blank pages were left behind, and just as Ruan Qiao thought there was none, the hand that had been flipping the pages suddenly stopped.

The handwriting on the last page was particularly confusing.

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[Entry] September 11th, I still came back. I thought I would never return to this hellish place in my entire life. Actually, I should have guessed this was the case a long time ago, but I dare not say it. Even if I say it, what can they do? Yes, I am a coward. I am afraid. I don’t see anything. The blood, the screams, the painful screams, and the terrifying eyes are not just present in my nightmares. Even if I leave this place, they will still appear at night in front of my window, behind me, in front of me.

I have returned, just to get rid of this nightmare. Perhaps only by addressing the root cause can……I heard that there are fewer missing people in the village, not as many as before.

I’m going to take a look, if it’s really……

The diary came to an abrupt end here.

Ruan Qiao showed Su Xi the diary and said, “The rural girl who wrote the diary has a good writing style.”

[Bullet Screen Happy Little Fat House] ……

[Bullet Screen Zhao Bai] Hahaha, so the broadcaster’s focus is on the writing

[Bullet Screen Jiang Yun Returns] But to be honest, if it were me, I wouldn’t be able to write such talented words

[Bullet screen Testing for Postgrad but Watching the Live Broadcast] That’s enough from you guys 23333

After reading the diary, Su Xi glanced at Ruan Qiao squatting in front of the drawer and said, “The top of the cabinet has a circle drawn with white chalk. There’s nothing else left.”

The white circle reminded Ruan Qiao of the large white plastic bucket.

But such a big thing cannot be hidden in the interlayer or small compartment of the wall. During the day, they also glanced at Zhang Ming’s room and it was a normal one, with no place to hide plastic buckets.

If this circle doesn’t refer to the plastic bucket……

Ruan Qiao looked at the window, and through the blurred and stained glass, she could vaguely see the dry well and wooden barrel in front of the vegetable field.

The sensitive black dog seemed to sense Ruan Qiao’s stance and started barking wildly outside.

“Woo, woof, woof! !”

Ruan Qiao turned around and asked Su Xi, “Look at the shape of that wellhead, ”

“Doesn’t it look like a white circle!”

At noon, the scorching sun was still shining, and in the afternoon, thick clouds were gathering. The north wind was cold and fierce, causing the sheds in the breeding room to make a clattering sound.

The yard still echoes with dog barks.

Although it was not yet evening, the sky had already darkened.