It's time to become an evil god.

After searching around without finding anything, Bai Ge returned to the main entrance and noticed that the old wooden door opposite, marked with the word "demolition," had been opened a crack for some reason.

Adhering to the principle that "minding one's own business will not lead to death," Bai Ge pretended not to see it.

The old key was inserted into the dusty lock cylinder, and with a soft clang, the old door slowly opened.

Just in case, Bai Ge kept a backup plan. The fishing line, which had slipped through the gap under her fingernail, disappeared into the crack in the wall.

Pushing open the door, you enter a dilapidated courtyard. Directly opposite is an old window sill with green paint and a red frame. Years of wind and sun have caused the green paint to peel off, leaving only rusty edges.

Behind the window was what looked like a warehouse, with many strange exhibits displayed inside.

Shining a flashlight over, a pale face flashed by vaguely behind the window.

Bai Ge approached the warehouse door cautiously, flashlight in hand. The door was unlocked, and there were many scratch marks left on the edge of the lock, as if someone had been dragged into the room alive by something.

Bai Ge gently pushed open the old door, and a damp, musty smell wafted out. The warehouse was filled with all sorts of strange things. There was a phoenix coronet and wedding gown hanging on a cross-shaped clothes rack, and on the rack were small, exquisite red embroidered shoes with mandarin ducks playing in the water. Near the door stood an old rattan chair, on which something seemed to be sitting, gently rocking.

Bai Ge mustered his courage and walked over, shining his flashlight on it, illuminating a pale and eerie face.

A paper effigy dressed in green and red sat on an old rattan chair, tilting its head to look at Bai Ge. Its face was pale, its lips were blood red, and its expression was a mixture of crying and laughing.

Bai Ge patted its shoulder and said with a smile, "Little brother, what's going on?"

Chapter Six: Don't Walk at Night Too Often, Beware of Ghosts Touching Your Shoulder

Bai Ge squatted down, intending to examine the paper effigy closely, when he heard a soft thud behind him, as if something had fallen to the ground.

He turned his head, and an old, yellowed notebook lay quietly on the dusty bluestone slab.

Bai Ge picked up the notebook and casually opened it.

June 5nd, sunny

Today is my first day back at the folk museum. Good luck! The curator said he'll be away for a while and specifically reminded me not to go into the warehouse late at night.

July 15, cloudy

The curator hasn't returned yet. For some reason, while tidying up the folk museum's warehouse today, I kept feeling like the paper effigy on the shelf was staring at me, which was really creepy.

September 3th, rain

Last night, while I was on duty, it was raining heavily. In the duty room, I thought I saw a face staring at me from behind the warehouse window. It was really creepy. This morning, I also saw a series of wet little shoe prints extending into the warehouse... Only the shoes of that paper effigy were wet. What the hell is this thing?!

September 6th, rain

I was just about to write something when I heard something coming from inside. Oh no, I have to go in and check it out.

Bai Ge paused for a moment, then turned to the next page.

September 6th, rain

Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run!

The entire page was filled with crooked handwriting, as if it had been hastily scribbled down in a hurry, and after that, it was all blank.

Bai Ge kept flipping through the pages, only to find that there wasn't a single word on the later pages.

Bai Ge fell into deep thought. He felt that the contents of the diary, especially the last entry, were strangely bizarre when analyzed logically.

A cold wind came from behind me, like someone gently blowing on the back of my neck, turning another page of the diary.

Under the cold moonlight, a line of small, blood-red characters suddenly appeared on the previously blank, yellowed paper.

"Why...why were you reading my diary?"

At that moment, the flashlight flickered and went out, and darkness quickly enveloped the entire room. Only a sliver of cold light pierced through the window, illuminating a corner.

"Who would write their innermost thoughts in a diary? You're not a decent person."

Bai Ge pulled out a lighter and lit the notebook without saying a word. Looking at the flames burning at his feet, he scoffed, "Who the hell writes a diary?"

After the laptop burned to ashes, nothing unusual happened; instead, the flashlight that had been blinking returned to normal instantly.

With a thud, a white cloth covering something fell to the ground. Bai Ge looked up and saw an old bronze mirror covered in dust in front of her. When the flashlight shone on the dusty mirror, only a blurry image could be seen.

It's May, almost summer, and somehow, the entire warehouse has suddenly become strangely cool. Even your breath turns into white steam.

Bai Ge walked over and reached out to wipe the mirror. He vaguely saw a long-haired ghostly figure in white standing behind his own reflection, and a withered hand slowly climbed up his shoulder.

He suddenly turned his head to look behind him, only to find an empty, rough blue brick wall with nothing there.

Or is it just my imagination?

Looking back at the mirror, Bai Ge saw a pale face reflected there. But in the next instant, blood began to seep from the corner of her eye. Startled, Bai Ge instinctively wiped her cheek, but nothing was there.

However, two dark red lines appeared on the mirror's surface. Bai Ge thought she was seeing things and rubbed her eyes, only to find that the dark red had become even more vivid. It was as if blood had seeped from inside the mirror, and the viscous red slowly rose to the surface, seemingly twisting and writhing, like a long, bright red worm.

Bai Ge in the mirror seemed to become sinister and eerie, looking at him with a mixture of crying and laughing.

Faced with the horrifying scene, Bai Ge pondered for a moment, then revealed a look of sudden realization, muttering in a low voice, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, am I not the most handsome man in the world?"

"..."

Three blood-red characters appeared on the mirror.

Have some shame.

Bang bang bang.

A banging sound came from outside the frosted glass window. Bai Ge was startled and quickly turned around. She saw a small, dark handprint on the frosted glass, while the paper effigy lying on the rocking chair behind her had disappeared without a trace.

Bai Ge looked at the mirror again, only to find that the line of words had disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all.

More and more small handprints appeared on the frosted glass, and the banging on the window became more and more intense. Bai Ge was not afraid; instead, she immediately rushed outside.

But they found the frosted glass completely clear, and there was no one outside the door at all.

Bai Ge walked to the edge of the windowsill, leaving several small, dark handprints on the dusty glass. Just as she turned to leave, a pale face suddenly appeared, hanging upside down from the rafters, two braids swaying wildly.

A face as white as paper, with blood-red lips, stared at the man before her with a smile.

There were no screams or horrifying scenes like in horror movies, and the paper effigy even seemed stunned for a moment.

"Can you be a little more professional? The staff at the haunted house are scarier than you."

Without saying a word, Bai Ge raised his hand and slapped the paper effigy hard, knocking it off the roof beam.

The paper effigy fell to the ground upside down, and the salted fish struggled for a long time but couldn't get up.

Bai Ge stepped on the paper effigy's chest. She tried to open her mouth and grimace to scare herself, which looked rather comical.

Bai Ge rested his chin on his hand, carefully examining the paper effigy in front of him, and asked, "Are you a ghost?"

The paper effigy nodded quickly.

Bai Ge asked again, "You say you're a ghost, do you have a death certificate?"

The paper effigy shook its head.

Have you cancelled your household registration?

"..."

Where is your grave?

"..."

"No way, no way, you don't even have a grave? You poor bastard?"

"..."

Bai Ge, who had originally intended to play the Great Compassion Mantra to help her pass on to the afterlife, silently turned off the QQ Music Green Diamond membership she was about to pay for. She released her foot with great disgust and said, "Stay away from me, you poor wretch. Buddha doesn't save the poor."

"..."

An hour later, all the things that dared to play tricks in the warehouse were cleared out: a broken mirror, a paper effigy, and a pair of red embroidered shoes, which stood obediently in the corners like schoolchildren who had made mistakes.

"One, two, three, something's not right."

Bai Ge paced back and forth, counted the ghosts again, and frowned. Why was one missing?

He pressed, "Why is one of you missing?"

There was no response from the ghost.

Bai Ge immediately put on a stern face and said, "Where did that guy in white who was standing behind me in the mirror just now go?"

There was still no response from the ghost.

"What's wrong? You're too afraid to admit it?"

The paper figure squatting on the ground silently picked up a twig and wrote a line of words on the ground.

Wasn't that female ghost behind you the one you brought in?

The ghost I brought in? When did I...?

Bai Ge, who had been keeping a straight face and seemed indifferent, suddenly frowned when she saw the last sentence. She sensed something was wrong and felt a chill run down her spine.

blah blah.

A chilly wind blew, making my scalp tingle, and I heard the swaying sound of heavy objects hanging from the roof beams behind me.

Eeya eeya.

Bai Ge turned her head, her pair of fair feet dangling, swaying from side to side, her black hair hanging down.

A female corpse, hanging from the rafters, was twisted in agony as she stared intently at him, her long, scarlet tongue lolling out a chilling smile.

Click.

The warehouse door behind him closed silently, and the flashlight beam went out instantly. For some reason, Bai Ge recalled a story from his childhood about how old people used to scare children.

Don't walk at night too often, be careful of ghosts grabbing your shoulder.

Chapter Seven: Anyone with objections, please step forward.

The Lesser Fullness of Grain has passed, and the weather is muggy and hot.

However, Bai Ge felt as if he were in the dead of winter, having fallen into an ice cave, with goosebumps all over his body.

The hanged female corpse, suspended from the roof beam, had her head bowed, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and she remained silent, her eyes vacant and white, bearing only a chilling, eerie smile. Yet, it sent shivers down one's spine.

Yea.