"God bless me, I've finally escaped hell, I understand the purpose of that damned place..."
I keenly noticed the handwriting of ez at this moment, becoming increasingly chaotic. Although I didn't know how he managed to write this diary in such a bizarre environment according to his diary, his previous few pages of notes were very neat, indicating he was a rather meticulous person.
What struck me as odd was that although his diary stated he had already escaped that place, his current handwriting was extremely messy, a complete contrast to his previous notes. If it weren't for the fact that the content was all in the same diary, I might have suspected it was written by two different people.
Of course, these were just suspicions. The most frustrating thing was that this guy kept saying he escaped, but didn't write down how he did it in his diary!
What's the difference between this and Fermat, who didn't write down his derivation process because the blank spaces in his diary weren't enough!
Pah!
I silently scorned ez's behavior in my heart as I continued reading.
"Haha, friends, don't worry, I'm no longer in that damned place. Don't be scared by my appearance and actions, that guy who kept chasing me, let me go, I'm free!"
"If you see an iron door, don't hesitate, go in quickly, you will be free, you will find salvation, it's beautiful, can't you see it? It's okay, he will make you see it! Hahahahaha!"
Damn it, ez has gone mad!
The handwriting of this person named ez became more and more chaotic, until in the end, it was barely recognizable what he was writing.
The diary ended there. I sighed softly and closed the diary.
Without a doubt, this unlucky fellow named ez was probably finished.
This guy was either controlled by the ghostly entity that was chasing him, or some other accident happened, and he eventually lost control of his own thoughts.
Following the traditions of Western religions, I made the sign of the cross over my chest and silently prayed for this old brother named ez. Then, I put the diary back into my backpack.
Now that easy's story was over, how should I leave this suddenly sealed room?
I stood up and looked around, trying to find any hidden laser passages. However, the result was as expected; the room was ridiculously simple, and I found nothing.
There was no other way. Since I couldn't find any useful information, I had to personally inspect the table and the single bed.
I walked slowly towards the single bed closest to me. It was just an ordinary-looking camp bed.
It looked old, covered with a thick layer of dust. I gently tapped it with my hunting knife, and the bed frame let out a crisp sound.
This thing looked older than me. I was afraid that with just a little more force, I would knock the whole thing apart.
After checking the bed, I knelt down and looked under it. It was clean, with nothing but dust.
So damn clean!
I cursed under my breath, then turned and walked towards the table.
This table was just as unremarkable as the bed. However, this time, I found something unexpected in the drawer of the table.
This is...
I took out the yellowed piece of paper from the drawer and blew off the dust. The expression on my face gradually became solemn.
There was a diary page from ez in this drawer!
I quickly took out the diary from my backpack again. I found that in terms of paper quality and size, this page was undoubtedly torn from this diary.
"What I'm writing now is probably my last will and testament. I believe I have lost all hope of survival. Yes, the door I entered, it was clearly a trap. I realized something was wrong, but it was too late. The door had already disappeared."
"There was no choice but to grope my way forward in the darkness. The walls here didn't feel like walls; instead, they felt like the internal organs of some animal. Soon after, I reached the end that all the missing people had reached. My body seemed to detach, and then I felt affection..."
"He peeled my skin, pierced my body, but I felt no pain. Instead, my soul felt unprecedentedly light. At a certain moment, I broke free from his embrace and desperately started to run, but he didn't chase after me, perhaps because he knew there was no way out from here. I knew I was about to die. The only thing I could do before my death was to record everything I encountered here. Do not enter the iron door... otherwise, you will find salvation..."
This was ez's true diary page!
I stood there, holding this thin piece of paper, not knowing what to do next.
If the place I was in now was truly the place ez had described in his diary, then without a doubt, there was no exit here!
Just as my mind was in turmoil, the light from the ceiling suddenly disappeared without any warning.