The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

The interior layout immediately came into view, with a huge bookshelf occupying an entire wall, crammed with all sorts of thick, hardcover books.

A heavy oak desk stood in front of the window, with only an old-fashioned desk lamp and an open hardcover notebook on its surface.

Su Yuan's gaze was immediately drawn to the notebook.

If I'm not mistaken, this thing is another diary or notebook.

Not many people keep diaries; they can be roughly divided into two types.

One reason is that they are forced to do it by the teacher in order to complete their homework.

Another reason is that they have nowhere else to confide in, so they pour out their frustrations here. Besides recording it, it is also a way to vent the emotions that have been building up inside them.

Su Yuan walked to the desk, picked it up and examined it. The handwriting inside was a cursive script he had never seen before, like a variant of modern English, but much more complex.

If it were anyone else, seeing this thing would probably give them a headache.

But Su Yuan was different.

[Unknown language detected, in process of perception and judgment... Information translation in progress...]

A message that only he could see flashed before his eyes.

The next second, those characters that were originally like scribbles suddenly became understandable in his eyes.

He no longer saw letters and words, but the most direct meaning that the words were trying to express.

"100 points of perception, awesome!"

Su Yuan once again marveled at the power of this divine skill in his heart.

This ability even comes with a built-in translation function, and it's not the rigid machine translation; it directly converts the meaning into something you can understand and translates it for you.

Su Yuan began to carefully read the contents of the diary.

The first page I opened contained a faded old photograph.

In the photo, a middle-aged man with a plump build and a kind smile is embracing a little boy who looks somewhat timid.

The little boy looked exactly like the photo pasted on the scarecrow's face.

If I'm not mistaken, the baby in the picture frame must be this little boy when he was a child.

[October 3th, rain.]

Today marks the third anniversary of my son, my poor Tommy, leaving us. I still can't accept it. He was only eight years old. He was so well-behaved, so cheerful. Why did God have to take him away? I dream about him every night. In my dreams, he asks me, "Daddy, I'm so cold, I'm so lonely..."

The diary begins with the heartbreaking sorrow of a father who has lost his child, which is evident between the lines.

Su Yuan frowned and continued reading.

December 15th, sunny.

A new homeless man came to town and wanted to spend the night in my barn. Looking at him, I suddenly had an idea, a crazy idea. I gave him food and wine and got him drunk.

【November 6th. 】

[I did it! His skin is intact. I sewed it onto a new scarecrow, stuffed all his...things inside, and pasted Tommy's picture on the scarecrow's face. Tommy, Daddy found you a new body. Will you like it? Will you come back and talk to me?]

Upon seeing this, Su Yuan felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

"Holy crap...that old man's a pervert!"

He initially thought it was just a simple sad story, but the tone suddenly shifted, turning it into a horror story.

This fat guy named Mike is actually a skinning killer!

He forced himself to endure the discomfort and continued reading.

【November 7th. 】

[The second one is a lost backpacker. She's a young, beautiful girl. Since Tommy didn't like the first body, I believe I'll find a suitable one.]

【November 7th. 】

[The third, the fourth... I've lost count of how many. I just miss my son so much! I just want him back. How many people have I killed? Ten? Twenty? It doesn't matter anymore. I believe that one day I will find a body that Tommy likes. Tommy, you will definitely come back, right?]

The first half of the diary is entirely a confession of a mentally deranged serial killer.

Su Yuan felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingle.

Now, when he looks at the scarecrows standing quietly outside the window, he feels completely different.

It turns out that those were not ordinary scarecrows at all, but "shells" filled with human organs and remains!

Su Yuan took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart.

He finally understood how he came to have this two-star danger level.

This is no longer a simple monster, but a bizarre aggregate of human resentment and unknown forces.

He flipped through the diary, wanting to see what else was written.

However, just as he turned to the middle of the diary, the style of the content changed strangely once again.

[July 20th, heavy fog.]

The fog today is strange; it's black and smells of sulfur. I've lived for sixty years and have never seen fog like this before. The dogs on the farm are barking incessantly, seeming very uneasy. I've herded all the livestock back into their pens, hoping it's just a normal weather phenomenon.

Upon seeing the words "black mist," Su Yuan's pupils constricted sharply.

Black fog, it's black fog again!

This thing is so bizarre!

[August 22th, fog.]

The black fog has lasted for three days with no sign of dissipating. To make matters worse, the radio only emits static, and I can't make phone calls. The town's cell tower seems to be broken. I feel like I'm stranded on a deserted island.

The farm animals started becoming agitated. Last night, the most docile cow suddenly went berserk, crashed through the barn fence, and charged into the fog. It never came back; I didn't even hear it moo.

[August 1th, fog.]

[I'm going crazy! This damn fog! This godforsaken place! There seems to be something in the fog! I swear I heard it! Last night, I kept hearing strange noises, like...like something was scratching my wall with its claws! Again and again...]

My dog… my old buddy Buddy, he was barking wildly at the door. I opened it to check, but there was nothing there. Just as I closed the door, Buddy suddenly charged out like a madman and disappeared into the black mist… I only heard a short, piercing scream… and then nothing…

Upon seeing this, Su Yuan's heart sank.

The sound of claws scraping against the wall... an animal out of control...

He recalled the huge claw marks he had seen in the ruins of the forest park, and the wild boar carcass mentioned in the ranger's diary, which had been eaten by an unknown creature.

So that's how those scarecrows came to be...

So this thing must also be a monster created by the influence of the black mist.

Su Yuan forced herself to calm down and continued reading her diary.

[August 15th, fog.]

I haven't dared to leave the house for half a month. Buddy is dead, and the barn is empty. They either ran away or were dragged away by something in the fog. Luckily, I'm a doomsday preparedness person. The canned food in the pantry is enough for me to eat for a year. I'll just stay in the house and not go anywhere. I still have my children with me.

September 3rd, Sunny?

[The fog...has it dissipated? No, that's not right, it hasn't. It's just become very faint, very faint, as if it's melted into the air. I can still smell the sulfurous odor in the air.]

Today...something incredible happened today! I can't believe my eyes! I saw my child! He smiled at me!

I was looking out the window at the scarecrows in the field, and one of them... the one with Tommy's favorite smiling face picture pasted on it, its head actually moved slightly! I'm sure I'm not seeing things! I saw it! It tilted its head towards me!

[The witch's book is true! As long as you have a suitable body and place items belonging to the person you miss on it, they will return. My Tommy, he really came back!]

From this point onward, the handwriting in the diary becomes exceptionally messy and distorted, filled with excitement and fervor, as if one could see through the paper the ecstatic and delirious appearance of the old man named Mike.

Su Yuan frowned.

"A witch's book?"

This is yet another new clue.

It seems that this old man Mike is not just a simple psychopathic killer, but also knows a bit about the occult?

[September 5th, Weather: ?]

[God! I'm not crazy! It's true! They've all come back to life! My children... all my children, they've all come back to life!]

They can't speak, but they understand me! They are my children! They are my Tommy!

Today I told them to stand in the field to the east, and they actually staggered over there! I told them to chase away the crows that were stealing corn, and they caught those wretched birds and tore them to pieces! Blood and feathers were everywhere!

They are the best children! They are my guards! With them, I am no longer lonely! No one dares to mess with me anymore!

Upon seeing this, Su Yuan felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He flipped through more than a dozen pages and found that the following content was all of Old Man Mike recording his daily life and the happy life of his "children".

For example, which child stood the straightest today, which child tore the crow the fastest, and which child's clothes need to be changed...

He's a complete madman immersed in his own fantasy world.

Su Yuan flipped through the pages quickly until she reached the last page of the diary.

[I began to long to communicate with the children, and I knew they longed to communicate with me too. They were close to me; they were all my children, especially little Tommy. He was truly kind; he could never bring himself to kill even the crows and mice that stole our grain.]

I think only in that way, only in that way, can I talk to my Tommy again. Daddy misses you so much. Janice hasn't decayed yet, she's just like she's asleep. Our family will be reunited soon, this time forever, never to be separated again.

Just then, a crow cawed in the sky. Su Yuan abruptly put down his diary and stared wide-eyed out the window.

Su Yuan got goosebumps all over his body instantly.

Although the sun had not yet set, he had already noticed a terrible detail: the faces of the scarecrows scattered in the field were facing the same direction.

Although the position did not change.

But the most terrifying thing is that they all turned on him without him even realizing it, pointing their faces at the location of the house! And they were even pointing with incredible precision at the room where Su Yuan was.