In the larger living room, Cui Xuan-yuan sat in front of the computer desk typing quickly on the keyboard. On the desktop was a small fan that was blowing cool air at this moment. Feeling the coolness on his cheeks, Cui Xuan-yuan's focused face also revealed a comfortable expression.

  Chui Xuan-yuan is very fond of writing, especially creating horror and suspense stories, as this type of creation can bring him excitement and some insights into life.

  Today, Xiao Mo and others found him and asked him some inexplicable strange questions, which gave him a lot of creative inspiration. After all, suspense is about things that make people scratch their heads. Today's questioning was on the right track.

  Although he was still fuming inside about his phone being confiscated, the inspiration in his mind kept bursting out one after another, and once he started writing, he couldn't stop.

  The author attaches great importance to inspiration, as this thing is accidental and cannot be sought. Even if he has already sweated profusely, his hands are still unwilling to stop.

  Just think about it, why is he so popular?

  Chui Xuan's hand stopped for the first time, and he thought of a terrifying idea. Just like now, the fan was originally blowing air directly at him, but when he looked at the fan, he found that the fan... was actually behind him!

  Chui Huan-yuan stared at the table in shock, and the fan that was there had disappeared without him knowing when!

  "Huh?"

  Chui Hur-yeon hastily stood up from his chair, and then his slightly frightened gaze swept around, there! The fan was behind his chair.

  Chui Hanyuan was a bit dazed, he remembered very clearly that the fan was placed on the corner of the table by him and he never remembered moving it. Thinking about it, this was also an illogical action, because the fan was placed in that position and couldn't blow towards him at all. For someone who liked to pursue logic, this was absolutely a foolish action.

  He crouched down and picked up the fan, only to find that it had stopped spinning. The power cord hung limply like a noose, swaying gently in the windless room.

  "What's going on? Did I get too carried away with what I wrote?"

  Cui Xuan muttered a sentence that no one could understand, and then he put the fan back in its original position and plugged it into the power source. At this moment, the fan started to rotate again with a "humming" sound.

  Or perhaps afraid of forgetting something, Cui Xuan looked at the fan with a scrutinizing gaze, and only after confirming that it wouldn't move did he put his mind back on the matter at hand.

  Before he could type a few words, the coolness that had bitten his cheek disappeared. Cui Xuan seemed to have thought of something and quickly turned his head to one side, but the fan was gone!

  "Boom! Boom!..."

  Choi Hyeon-woo's heart started racing, he jumped up from his seat in terror and then looked back as if it was a habit. It was still in the same position, at the same angle facing him, the fan was just there!

  This completely overturned his thinking, and he had just put the fan back on the table, but how did it come back now? Cui Xuan's first reaction was that someone was playing a prank on him, trying to scare him on purpose.

  It's not difficult to do this quietly, as he is focused on writing and can't hear any noise. But from another perspective, who would be so bored? And who could enter his home without making a sound?

  Chui Xuan-yuan was indeed single, but he still had some relatives and friends here. However, because he liked quietness, there were not many people who came to find him, and it was absolutely impossible for someone to deliberately try to scare him by pretending to be a ghost.

  Of course, he couldn't think of any supernatural powers, which were things he didn't believe in. Holding the fan, Cui Xuan still put it back in its original position on the table leg, and he wanted to see if the fan would run by itself. However, he first had to confirm whether there was anyone else in his room.

  Chui Xuan-yuan didn't think of calling the police, because the possibility of a thief entering his home was very small. After all, thieves wouldn't play such an evil prank on their owners. Secondly, he was also helpless, as Zhang Tian-yi had taken away his mobile phone, so even if he thought of it, there was no use.

  He walked cautiously, his eyes scanning each room, but everything seemed normal, as if he had been overly suspicious. Just as he was about to leave, a faint noise suddenly came from one of the rooms. The sound was very slight, but under his tense nerves, he still heard it.

  The sound was coming from his bedroom.

  "Who's there?"

  Choi Hyeon-yul called out tentatively, but his feet were still walking towards the room. He came to the door and first peeked in, then asked again:

  "Who's there? Don't scare me, come out quickly!"

  The only response was an eerie silence, and Cui Xuan slowly walked in, then began to search the entire room. Cupboard, wardrobe, under the bed... but nothing was found.

  "Is anyone there? What's all the commotion about?"

  Choi Hyeon-woo's doubts deepened, and at this moment his ears suddenly moved, and a string of urgent footsteps came from the corridor outside the door:

  "Thud thud thud thud..."

  Just now, it seemed like someone ran past the door.

  Chui Xuan's face was instantly drenched in cold sweat. He absolutely hadn't seen or heard wrong, someone had just run past.

  "Who is it? Is it a thief? What should I do?"

  Chui Hui-yuan had already started to feel afraid, because he knew that apart from him, there was another person in this house! If it were a thief, could he beat the other party? Would he be killed by himself?

  Chui Xuan frantically searched his entire body, looking for his phone, but it was nowhere to be found. It wasn't until then that he remembered Zhang Tianyi had taken it, and his anxiety grew even more intense.

  "Steal if you want, just don't hurt me."

  He didn't want to resist, thinking of hiding in this room until the thief left. But on second thought, he felt that if it was a thief, he should have escaped long ago, because he had been discovered. From normal logic, he should have broken through the door and fled, but he hadn't heard any sound of the door, which was a bit strange for a thief.

  Chui He yuan did not make a move, he hid behind the door and waited for a while, listening to see if there was any movement before he cautiously came out.

  After coming out, his first reaction was to go and report to the police. He rushed to the door, but it wouldn't open!

  "Damn it!"

  Cui Xuan was stunned, he didn't lock it again, how could it not be opened? He didn't believe in evil and used the key to open it again, but the result was still the same, the door couldn't be opened!

  "What to do? What to do......?"

  Chui Xuan-yuan had never encountered such a thing before, and at this moment he was so flustered that he didn't know what to do for the best.

  "Wooo..."

  The fan on the computer desk suddenly started spinning, and the whirring sound was like a ghostly howl. Cui Huan felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to it. He looked over there in terror, and then his expression froze completely on his face.

  Because... the plug of the fan is hanging on the ground!!!!!

  "There's no electricity... why is it spinning?"

  At this sight, Choi Xuan-Yu's mind was suddenly flooded with all sorts of terrifying thoughts. This was a typical symptom of the author's habitual fantasy disorder. It was just that in such an environment, it almost scared him to collapse.

  His eyes were wide with fear, his lips trembling, and the whirring fan in front of him suddenly stopped. His hair was also scattered on his face due to the sudden stillness, he retracted his mouth that had been blowing air nonstop, and let out a fierce roar at Choi Hwan-yeong who was already frightened out of his wits not far away:

  "I'm here with you!!!"

  Xiao Mo didn't even dare to look directly at the bloody scene on the screen, the ghost's actions in his eyes were like those of a perverted madman, it was clear that it could have instantly killed Cui Xuan, but instead it chose to do so in a way that was like a cat playing with an old mouse, extremely enjoying the feeling of torturing people.

  "These damned things!"

  Xiao Mo couldn't help but curse out loud, yet his heart was surging with a chill, this person would die and then it would be his turn!

  "Bang!"

  Zhang Tianyi suddenly shut down the computer and turned his head to Xiao Mo and Li Shuai:

  "You've also seen that these things won't kill you instantly, they enjoy the fear emotions produced by humans, but it's not like if you don't fear them, they won't kill you, on the contrary, you'll die even faster."

  Xiao Mo nodded after hearing it, while Li Shuai still had that careless look on his face, and it was unclear whether he had listened or not.

  At this time, Lao Gao also walked in with a gloomy face. After exchanging a glance with him, Zhang Tianyi continued to say:

  "After that person's death, the ghost will find you anywhere and anytime, so you must be extremely careful. And there is one thing I need to tell you, we will only do our best, but we won't risk our lives for you."

  From now on, you two will stay together. This way, you can take care of each other. As for whether you live or die, it's up to fate."

  Zhang Tianyi's words were like drawing a clear boundary with Xiao Mo and Li Shuai, without any emotional tone, and the others were mostly in this state, not even showing any sympathy.

  Xiao Mo had long expected this, so he never held any hope for Zhang Tianyi and the others. Although his chances of survival were slim, he still wanted to give it a try. He didn't want to be dissected like livestock by that damned ghost.

  Xiao Mo looked at Li Shuai, who was tied to him by the same fate. This lazy and carefree man was also very calm, and did not cry out for help like he had imagined, asking Zhang Tianyi and others to save him.

  "Has he given up hope?"

  PS: Recently, I've been updating once a day, but I still missed an update, which is absolutely frustrating. However, I was really bothered by some trivial matters and those things annoyed me to the point where I had no heart to write. If it were possible to update more frequently, I wouldn't drag my feet, because as a newcomer, I know the importance of keeping promises.

  In short, I will make up for what I owe you in the future, sorry again.