The elegant handwriting on the cover showed that this red diary belonged to a female college student named He Yatian. Chen Mo quickly skimmed through it; the first half recorded trivial matters, the only notable point being that He Yatian seemed to be deeply immersed in a passionate romance.
The man she was involved with, mentioned in the diary as Jiang Yan, appeared to be a sought-after, handsome, and wealthy figure. It was clear that He Yatian had high hopes for this relationship, her words revealing the innocent fantasies of a young girl.
Under the man’s sweet talk, He Yatian soon moved out of the student dormitory and into this apartment, beginning a cohabitation.
As time went on, the latter half of the diary gradually took on a darker tone. Though He Yatian was a naive college student, her woman’s intuition eventually led her to discover the truth that he was juggling two relationships.
However, the other woman in the man’s double life was a very wealthy and powerful figure. On one side was a girl full of naive fantasies, on the other a career stepping stone that could boost his ambitions. The scales of love naturally tipped toward money and power, and the two quickly reached the point of discussing marriage.
He Yatian was filled with pain and resentment over the man’s concealed truth. Despite her desperate pleas, the man, faced with the chance to rise in the world, broke up with her almost mercilessly.
Feeling deceived, He Yatian poured out her anger and hatred wildly in the diary. The final entry read:
"Jiang Yan, you’re a liar! I’ve had enough of your deception and manipulation. Since you want to abandon me, I’ll make sure you lose everything and end up disgraced!
I’ll expose everything you’ve done, including our relationship, to the public!
But I’m still willing to give you a chance. If you want to salvage this, come see me tonight."
Flipping further, the diary was blank. He Yatian never wrote another word.
Closing the diary, Chen Mo couldn’t help but sigh.
Jiang Yan was undoubtedly a complete scumbag, but even by the diary’s end, the girl named He Yatian remained trapped, both hating the man’s betrayal and hoping he’d return to her side.
She even resorted to threats.
But why did the diary stop here?
Maybe she realized the man had betrayed her, grew disheartened, gave up recording this painful romance, and decided to start over.
That explanation wasn’t convincing. Compared to it, Chen Mo actually leaned toward another reason.
Could it be that the man, threatened and unable to shake her off, took the most extreme measure—killing He Yatian during their meeting, then disposing of the body to cover his tracks?
That would connect to the story’s beginning: the rainy night passenger, the suitcase, the desolate destination…
If so, the female ghost wandering outside was the victim, He Yatian. A vengeful spirit seeking retribution made perfect sense.
In fact, at the very start of the story, He Yatian had already completed her revenge, but her maddened resentment hadn’t faded.
Or rather, it had turned her into a ruthless, indiscriminate killing ghost!
“This is really damn tricky…”
As this thought flashed through Chen Mo’s mind, *crack*, another lightning bolt struck past the window, illuminating a blurry white figure outside.
Looking closely, it was that female ghost again, now staring at him eerily in the dazzling flash!
A sense of foreboding instantly hit Chen Mo, and he suddenly noticed that a mass of black hair had seeped in through the window gap without him realizing.
“Oh crap… no way…”
As the hair poured in, the window slowly creaked open, a chilling draft rushing in. The ghost outside began crawling in through the now-open window.
Chen Mo suddenly realized he’d made a mistake.
He’d thought that as long as he didn’t leave this apartment, the ghost couldn’t attack him. Now it seemed that wasn’t the case.
The apartment’s restriction on the ghost was only a temporary buffer, giving him time to find clues. Now that new hints had appeared, danger followed.
This was the story’s pattern.
Without hesitation, he dropped the diary. Just as Chen Mo turned to bolt for his life, a gust of eerie wind howled past, and *bang*, the room’s door slammed shut again!
“This is trying to screw me over.”
The ghost crawled toward him like a spider. Chen Mo couldn’t dodge in time, and a sharp pain shot through his back.
“Hiss…”
The agony made him gasp, followed by an icy sensation…
He could almost feel the ghost’s cold claws pressing against his spine, ready to tear a bloody hole in him any second.
At the critical moment, Chen Mo’s eyes darted around and noticed a door right beside him.
*Bang*, the door burst open, revealing a bloodstained bathroom. But importantly, the wall near the bathtub had inexplicably collapsed, exposing a dark, gaping hole.
This was a horror story, after all—anything bizarre could happen to push the plot forward. Though he had no idea where the hole led, Chen Mo gritted his teeth and ducked into it!
Behind him came the ghost’s shrill howl. In her current state, she clearly couldn’t squeeze into the narrow space. Chen Mo breathed a little easier, crawling through the wall for a while until he finally felt the edge.
Climbing out of the strange hole, Chen Mo stood up, looking around in confusion. On the wall directly ahead, a large “B5” sign caught his eye.
The hole in the B2 room had somehow connected to the stairwell on B5. This twisted world was truly baffling.
The ghost named He Yatian seemed temporarily stuck on B2. Rather than luck, Chen Mo felt this was the story’s deliberate arrangement—giving him time to keep searching for clues and solving this paranormal incident!
Feeling like he was gradually grasping the story’s rules, Chen Mo stood up, dusted himself off, and noticed a sliver of light seeping through a door crack in the dim hallway ahead.
No doubt, this was another hint.
Based on earlier events, triggering a hint likely brought danger. If he went against the grain and deliberately avoided triggering the plot, could he evade the ghost’s appearance?
But it probably wouldn’t be that simple.
A decent horror story wouldn’t have such an obvious flaw. Chen Mo’s logic told him that at some point, the terrifying ghost would inevitably “respawn” in the story. The entire space was under supernatural control—where could he run?
In the end, Chen Mo approached the door with the light. But this time, just as he was about to press his ear to it, he noticed a peephole right in the middle of the door.