Black Cat Mansion: Book of Paranormal Events

Chapter 517 Escalation of Resentment
Waking up in the morning, Yan Xiaoai first called Chen Shuofeng and asked him to check some news related to the publishing house. Chen Shuofeng agreed, but he had to wait for a while for the things at hand. Xiao Ai was not in a hurry, but asked him to tell her the news as much as possible before tonight.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Xiaoai went to Wu Yan's room and took a look. Wu Yan hardly changed his movements, and still rolled himself into a cat ball. After watching for a while, Yan Xiaoai turned to go to school. The bus stop at the entrance has been repaired, and it is still early Yan Xiaoai simply took the bus to school, the bus was empty and almost no one was there, Yan Xiaoai leaned on the chair and yawned, today the novel has updated another chapter, the clown wrote "Everyone is clearly scared to death, but they still come to the company to report every day. They are not late or leave early. It turns out that everyone's life is the same. I am bound by this clown costume, and they are bound by the company's rules and regulations. According to the regulations, no one is more noble than anyone else, no, no, now I don’t have any restraints, and soon I will be free for them.”

Looking at the updated content, Yan Xiaoai was sobered up a lot. The clown is getting bored. I'm afraid he will end the game this time in the next few days. He said he will help them get rid of it, not the one mentioned in the previous article. The "that person" who keeps mentioning it seems that he doesn't care about who killed him in the first place, and just wants to kill them all. This is a mentality that evolves towards evil spirits, and evil spirits don't feel guilty about killing. On the contrary, I think it is a hearty and interesting story. At this moment, the clown is slowly approaching the direction of the evil spirit.

The number of people in the car gradually increased, and Yan Xiaoai heard many people whispering, they seemed to be discussing what they did yesterday, but no one answered this question, they said this ambiguous answer, and Shaking his head, he seemed to feel that it was something he did the day before yesterday, but he couldn't remember anything about yesterday.

The impact of one day's time is not small. For example, the monthly exam that was supposed to be taken yesterday, when the teacher looked at the brand new and clean exam paper, he looked confused. Didn't he pass the exam yesterday?

The teaching plan was disrupted, so that the whole day seemed to be in a hurry. Homework and test papers were handed out one by one, and a small pile was piled up on the table after a while. The teacher looked at his teaching plan and felt worried, and the students looked at The same worry with a pile of homework, this situation has been staged in various places.

After finally getting through school, Yan Xiaoai tidied up indiscriminately and quickly ran out of the school. Chen Ling and the three of them were a little confused by her agitated appearance. They still had a lot of questions to ask her. Why did you just run away?
The location of the publishing house is outside the Fifth Ring Road. Because they can rent a relatively large house with relatively little money, most of the small and medium-sized enterprises put their office addresses in relatively remote areas, standing tall in the city center. Among them are basically those financial companies.

Yan Xiaoai came here twice when she was publishing supernatural novels, but this time when she stood at the door of the company, she clearly felt a resentment lingering around the company, and the building was shrouded in blackness under the inspection of her double pupils. Among them, the black air is like a shackle tightly binding the building, constantly consuming the building's luck, and when all the luck is exhausted, it is time to reap the life.

(End of this chapter)