"I know you suspect my identity, but please don't hang up!" Liu Guo's voice wasn't a request; instead, it gave Jiang Cheng the resolute feeling of someone entrusting his affairs before death.

"Huff—, huff—" Liu Guo steadied himself and continued, "You don't need to talk, just listen to me. I think this letter sent to room 808 is very important, possibly a clue, but I'm not sure if opening this letter will cause unforeseen events."

"Please remember," Liu Guo took a deep breath, "if I die, you must be careful of Wu, and Wei Jinting. I think there must be something wrong with one of them, and that room 808... is also problematic!"

"Okay, now I'm going to open this letter. The recipient is Lin Chen, and the sender's name has been blacked out, but the address is a place called Hezong Cultural Group."

Jiang Cheng turned to signal Fatty, and soon Fatty found a pencil. Jiang Cheng grabbed the notebook beside the phone, where numbers were recorded.

In a blank space, he wrote down the name Hezong Cultural Group.

A crisp tearing sound came, and a few seconds later, Liu Guo's voice sounded again: "I opened the letter. Inside... inside it looks like a draft of a comic book."

Suddenly, Liu Guo seemed to notice something, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. "How could this be?"

Along with the confusion, Jiang Cheng heard the sound of flipping paper, very quickly. It seemed Liu Guo had discovered something that surprised him.

Jiang Cheng remained silent, but the fingers holding the phone involuntarily relaxed and then tightened.

"This is a draft of a comic created by Lin Chen!" Liu Guo said excitedly, "It records various urban legends."

"The first urban legend is called 'The Hunchback,' about a ghost that specializes in jumping onto people's shoulders when they bend over."

"As the plot develops, that person's back will be bent more and more, the bones all over the body become more and more painful, and from a distance, it looks like a hunchback."

"The second urban legend is called 'The Shadow That Cannot Be Looked At.' That ghost cannot be looked at directly. You can only hear its footsteps, and the places it passes will gradually be deprived of light, and all the lights will go out silently."

Liu Guo's voice was getting faster and faster, although you could feel him trying to control his emotions.

He was quickly flipping through it, interpreting as he went.

"The third urban legend is called 'Crack.' That's a ghost obsessed with peeping. Behind doors, under beds, sofas, wardrobes, bookshelves... it may exist behind every crack. It will approach you little by little, from far to near, until you can't stand it and your emotions collapse, then it will attack you."

"The fourth urban legend is called 'Wig'..."

"The fifth urban legend is called 'Fingernails in the Drawer'..."

Unlike Liu Guo's excitement, Jiang Cheng's side was unusually quiet.

Hua Luo held her breath, and as Liu Guo recounted, a light flashed in the eyes of several people from time to time.

It matched up.

It all matched up.

The hunchback in the first urban legend was the ghost缠身 (chánshēn,缠身 means to be缠 (chán,entangled) by something,usually a ghost) 徐怡 (Xu Yi).

The second urban legend, the shadow that cannot be looked at, reminded them of Qiao Yu's brother's memory.

In his memory, his younger brother heard footsteps downstairs in the cafe late at night, but couldn't find anyone.

The third urban legend, Crack, was the ghost hiding in room 503, peeping at Wei Jinting.

The fourth urban legend, Wig, was the one that killed Yu Lan, even wrapping her in a cocoon in the warehouse under the mall.

The fifth urban legend, Fingernails in the Drawer, was the experience of Jiao Tai Lang. Fortunately, he and Wei Jinting survived.

Jiang Cheng then came up with a guess. Lin Chen had mentioned those ghosts to Li Maoshen, but Li Maoshen must have brushed it off by saying she was under too much pressure, talking nonsense, etc., leading Lin Chen to mistakenly believe that she was the only one who could see ghosts, and thus became more and more desperate.

And when she created alone, she also gave this despair to her work.

According to Liu Guo, without exception, the people in the works were tortured to death by ghosts.

But before Jiang Cheng could continue to think, Liu Guo's voice sounded again. He seemed to have seen something incomprehensible. "No, no!" he said in confusion, "This letter says that of the six urban legends in this comic draft, one was not considered for adoption because the content was too dark. The other five can be discussed with the company after modification."

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly. A total of six urban legends... but Liu Guo only mentioned five.

What was the other urban legend?

"This urban legend is incomplete!" Liu Guo said, "A part of the front was taken away. There should be... there should be another urban legend!"

Everyone had a guess that wasn't really a guess. The missing urban legend was the most important one.

"Huff—, huff—" Liu Guo was breathing heavily, his lungs like a leaky old bellows. He seemed to be looking around, "That thing is getting closer and closer to me. I can feel it, but I can't see it."

"It's staring at me nearby, maybe... maybe it's behind me. I can't wait any longer. Please remember what I said!"

"I'm going to try to leave now, but I don't think it's very likely. Anyway, I'll try to hide this letter well. If you have the opportunity to find this letter, you'll know the truth of what I said." After a moment of silence, Liu Guo said, "I hope you all can survive."

The phone hung up with a "snap."

More than ten seconds later, Jiang Cheng slowly put down the phone. The bedroom was very quiet, and everyone was weighing and analyzing.

"This Liu Guo..." After a moment, Fatty was the first to speak.

"I'm afraid it's true," Wan Wan Ning said. Her expression didn't show anything, but Fatty always felt that she was different from before.

If this call just now was really from Liu Guo, then the situation he was facing was probably even more dangerous than he said.

Being caught up in the past, the power of this ghost was shocking.

And spending so much effort was probably not just as simple as sending Liu Guo a clue. He most likely wouldn't survive.

Liu Guo was a smart man, and he must have realized this, and used the last chance to pass on the clues.

There were many villains in nightmares, and a considerable number of people held the idea that if I die, I will take a few people with me.

People like Liu Guo were really rare.

"It seems the problem is indeed in room 808." Chu Jiu said after thinking, "Li Maoshen certainly didn't expect that Lin Chen, behind his back, turned the former's horror stories into urban legends in comic works."

"Now I think the focus should be on that missing urban legend." Fatty also said, "Since this urban legend was taken away, it's even more proof that there's a problem."

"And think about it, the remaining five urban legends are already very terrifying, and the missing urban legend is even darker than them."

"What exactly is it..." Fatty couldn't help swallowing, and said in a trembling voice, "What kind of urban legend is it?"