Where are you?

On the other side, after Qin Liu entered the civilian house, she began to curiously survey the room.

She was very timid, so if she wasn't with Liu Haoyu, she wouldn't dare to stay in this haunted place.

But there was another point: the resentment emanating from this house was somewhat similar to the resentment from her own home.

It was this slight similarity that gave Qin Liu a bit more courage.

She watched Liu Haoyu, who was still arguing with those two people, and didn't disturb them. Instead, she searched around the living room, trying to find some interesting books or fun things.

Since she could only stay at home every day, Qin Liu now loved all sorts of books.

After all, she couldn't use her phone right now, and even if Liu Haoyu burned one for her, a phone from the spirit world couldn't connect to the internet in the human world.

So, she could only read books to pass the time.

Anyway, Liu Haoyu didn't know how long he would be arguing with those two people here, so it was better to read a book to kill time.

Thus, Qin Liu rummaged through the drawers in the living room.

She didn't find any books, but there were quite a few old and tattered elementary school textbooks.

These should have been the textbooks of the older brother who lived in this house.

Qin Liu flipped through these elementary school textbooks, and as soon as she picked one up, a thin notebook fell out.

Although this notebook was also very old, it was preserved very neatly, suggesting that the original owner cherished it greatly.

Holding the notebook in her hand, Qin Liu looked back into the drawer. What remained inside was a school uniform. Judging by the size, it looked like it belonged to a first or second grader, and it was a girl's school uniform.

It seemed this was likely his sister's clothes.

The clothes were a bit dirty, but they were also folded very neatly.

"This older brother seems to cherish his sister quite a bit."

Qin Liu muttered to herself, then opened the notebook.

She had originally thought it would contain boring elementary school homework, but upon opening it, Qin Liu discovered it was a... diary.

Using a notebook as a diary indicated that the family's financial situation was truly quite poor.

Perhaps because he was a boy, the handwriting in the diary was a bit messy, like chicken claws had scratched across it.

But it was still legible enough to understand what was written.

Qin Liu flipped from the first page.

The first page didn't contain much, just a simple passage.

July 21st, Cloudy

"Teacher said that writing more diaries will help me remember things from childhood when I grow up. I want to grow up quickly and protect Mom from being bullied by Dad..."

Although many primary school students might have experienced writing diaries, not many people persevered.

But this older brother was completely different from others.

He seemed to have some obsession, writing down everything he recorded each day.

However, most of it was about trivial daily matters, such as what he ate today or what he did today.

But he also recorded every time Zhu Xingxue beat his family members, and he did so very clearly and in detail.

He even remembered what he used to hit them, when he hit them, who he hit, and to what extent.

Rather than a diary, it was more like a small notebook for keeping grudges.

Just looking at the trembling handwriting and the resentment conveyed between the lines made Qin Liu feel a shiver.

"Just how much of a beast is this Zhu Xingxue?"

From this diary, Zhu Xingxue committed domestic violence almost every other day, not only to his wife but also to his son and daughter, neither of whom escaped his brutality.

As she neared the end of the notebook, Qin Liu finally saw something different.

October 14th

"Sister is sick, and Mom wanted Dad to take Sister to the doctor... She got beaten."

October 25th

"Sister has been coughing, coughing so badly, I saw her cough up blood, but Dad still wouldn't let Sister see a doctor, saying they had no money and couldn't afford treatment."

November 2nd

"I secretly brought the village doctor over behind Dad's back. The doctor said it's tuberculosis? It seems to cost a lot of money to cure."

November 3rd

"Dad found out and wanted to hit me, but Mom hugged me. The rolling pin hit Mom, it hurt, it hurt a lot."

November 7th

"Sister is gone. Dad said Sister died long ago, but I fed her porridge this morning. She was clearly still alive... still alive."

"She must still be alive..."

The subsequent entries in the diary were quite chaotic. As Qin Liu read the diary, she felt a little creeped out and very indignant at the same time.

She truly hadn't expected that there were such beastly fathers in the world.

However, this child was indeed quite pitiful. He had persisted in writing his diary for so long; she figured there must be a continuation.

So, Qin Liu rummaged through the drawers.

As expected, she found the next diary.

It was just that, for some reason, this diary had faint bloodstains on it, making it look a little creepy.

But Qin Liu still opened the diary.

Compared to the previous one, this diary was quite new.

May 2nd

"I don't know what's going on. That man came home covered in blood. He stank, really stank."

May 7th

"Sister is gone. Mom has gone crazy too. I searched for a long time but couldn't find my sister. I heard from a village Taoist priest that Ouija boards know everything. I want to ask the Ouija board."

From here on, the diary became very eerie, filled with creepy scribbles and little figures. They grinned as if they were laughing at Qin Liu.

Just looking at these figures drawn with watercolors, Qin Liu couldn't help but swallow nervously.

September 31st

"The Ouija board is here! The Ouija board is here! I finally know where my sister is... she was in the house the whole time."

By the end of the diary, the little boy's mental state was clearly unstable.

And... does September have 31 days?

Qin Liu felt a chill run down her spine. She clenched her slender hands into fists.

"January has 31, February has 28 or 29... August has 31, September has 30... September has 30?"

September only has thirty days, so why did the diary say the 31st?

Did this child write it wrong, or was it...

The more Qin Liu read the diary, the more unsettling it became.

Especially the fresh handwriting, as if it had just been written, made one's blood run cold.

"Gulp..."

Qin Liu swallowed nervously. She turned another page and froze.

The page she had turned to was still September 31st.

And on it, there was only this single line of blood-red text.

"Dead, dead, hahaha! Finally dead! He's finally dead!"

As if cheering, the writing seemed to writhe, about to emerge.

No, the words were actually moving!

In the cold, dim darkness, below this line of text, another line of words silently emerged.

"Oh right... I'm dead too. Why am I still writing a diary?"

"Big sister, who are you?"

Seeing this, Qin Liu threw the diary in her hands away.

Her face full of terror, she came back to her senses and realized.

Where was Liu Haoyu?

Liu Haoyu, where are you?!