Meanwhile, after finishing his own death story, the fierce ghost before Chen Mo also licked its lips, staring at him with a sinister grin. "Now... it's your turn..." "Go on, tell me... how did you die?" "Curious, are you? Then I'll tell you my cause of death." Chen Mo stared straight into the ghost's eyes, paused for a few seconds, and finally began recounting his own "death story." "I'm a journalist. Because of my job, I often have to go to accident or murder scenes for interviews, and sometimes I encounter strange things." "Once, I got a tip about a murder in a residential building. The victim was a woman around thirty. After receiving the news, I rushed to her home. She lived in an old tenement building. When I got there following the tip, the woman, who was supposed to be dead, was alive and well, and the neighbors all told me there was no murder or anything like that." "Hehehe... and then?" The fierce ghost before him, with its twisted face, seemed captivated by Chen Mo's story, showing an intrigued expression. "Then, just as I thought I'd been pranked and was about to leave, I suddenly remembered something." "During my undercover investigation, I never mentioned the woman being killed. So how did those neighbors know I was there to look into a murder?" "Unless... they were the killers in this case!" "Giggle giggle..." The fierce ghost let out a terrifying laugh. "That's a pretty good story, but you still haven't told me how you died." "Hurry up and tell me how you died." "Don't rush; I'm getting to my cause of death." Chen Mo steadied himself, forcing down his fear and unease. As he spoke, he kept his eyes on the ghost, not missing a single clue. It seemed interested in the story, but why did it keep pressing him about his cause of death? Could it be... That in the entire death story, only the cause of death part was the key? This sudden thought made cold sweat break out on Chen Mo's palms. The cause of death was the key, but where exactly was the danger in that key? Originally, following the fabricated story, Chen Mo planned to tell the ghost that everyone in the tenement building was a ghost, and the so-called murder of the woman was just bait used by the ghost to lure the living into its domain and kill them. He himself had been killed by the ghostly crowd in the building. This bizarre, terrifying, and supernatural death story should have suited the ghost's "taste." But just before the final part was about to leave his lips, an inexplicable fear made Chen Mo suddenly stop. "What's wrong... why did you stop... I haven't heard... your cause of death yet..." The ghost beside him urged impatiently. So that's how it was... Chen Mo clenched his fists tightly. It seemed his guess was correct. No matter the story, the final cause of death was the key. What kind of cause of death did this ghost want to hear? Think carefully. The story the ghost had just told must contain important hints. In just a few seconds, Chen Mo's mind raced wildly, recalling the death story the ghost had narrated. Right, it said its cause of death was a fall from a height, but where exactly did it fall? Like Gao Jie, when listening to the story, facing the ghost so closely, Chen Mo was also filled with fear and panic, so much so that he... Had forgotten the most important part of the story! Yes, now Chen Mo couldn't recall that crucial segment at all. He only vaguely remembered the other party mentioning a company-organized activity, then an accident at a height... Under normal circumstances, this part would be impossible to forget, but due to extreme tension, his brain had briefly "frozen," leaving only the company activity and the fall from a height... No, it wasn't that he forgot where the ghost fell from. It was that the ghost deliberately omitted it! Realizing this, Chen Mo, who had been panicking moments ago, instantly calmed down. His memory wasn't bad; even in fear and panic, he shouldn't have forgotten such an important clue. So it wasn't that he forgot, but that the ghost only mentioned the company activity, equipment failure, and fall from a height. What the ghost concealed were undoubtedly the key clues in the story, so Chen Mo boldly speculated. The inference that fit these elements... was... The ghost's true place of death was in this theme park, and its cause of death—the so-called equipment failure—was dying from a cursed amusement ride! The participants hadn't been attacked because the park's ghost considered them fellow spirits who died in the cursed amusement park. If their answer revealed they didn't die in the park, they would likely trigger the killing mechanism immediately! That's why the ghost kept asking about his cause of death. The real danger in those 20 minutes with the ghost lay right here! Now, as the ghost before him grew impatient from waiting, Chen Mo didn't hesitate and made a complete 180-degree turn in his story. "Just then, my phone rang. It was my girlfriend complaining that I was always working and had no time for her. To appease her, I promised to take her to an amusement park the next day—yes, this very Magic Mountain Theme Park." "Unfortunately, the next day, a terrible accident happened at this park. On that Ferris wheel, there was an equipment failure, and a broken cabin fell to the ground. Yes, my girlfriend and I..." As he spoke, Chen Mo's heart pounded wildly. Though he felt fairly confident, it was far from foolproof. If this cause of death wasn't accepted by the ghost, the next moment might be his end! "Yes, my girlfriend and I..." "Both died in that amusement park accident!" After saying this, Chen Mo's eyes locked onto the ghost before him. Life or death hung in that single instant!