I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

There seems to be something behind the glass window of the ticket booth.

Lin Yan went inside to take a look.

There sat a human-shaped frog statue.

The frog sat on the broken chair behind the ticket counter with a half-smile, its webbed hands resting flat on the counter, each palm holding a human eye.

The eyes on the webbed hands slowly looked at Lin Yan.

Its eyes were just a pale white, like the plastic of a toy when it first came out.

But it suddenly blinked.

Lin Yan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Suddenly, the park's loudspeakers blared, and a sweet, childlike voice echoed from all directions:

"Touch your belly and smile."

Touch your belly?

Lin Yan then noticed that there was a palm-sized groove on the belly of the frog statue.

Upon closer inspection, there appears to be a line of small characters below the groove.

Please place your hands inside and keep smiling.

Zhang Defu also saw the frog's eyes and was so frightened that he trembled all over.

Lin Yan stood still.

He reached for the exorcising revolver at his waist, his thumb already on the hammer, but paused for a moment and then released it.

You must not fire.

Old Zhao had explained that the exorcising revolver was only effective against low-class and bizarre individuals.

Lin Yan felt that the frog statue in front of him was not simple.

More importantly, it would be foolish to fire a gun before understanding the bizarre killing mechanism.

Lin Yan would never gamble his life on the bizarre, undefended underlying rules.

"It's a ghost! It's a ghost!"

Zhang Defu collapsed to the ground.

He could feel those eyes still staring at him.

He tried to back away, but his two old legs were as weak as mud and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

He frantically rummaged around on the ground, and his hand suddenly grabbed a hard object.

They were empty beer bottles that had been scattered on the ground earlier.

Zhang Defu's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a roar. He grabbed the glass bottle and smashed it against the glass of the ticket booth with all his might.

"Crack!"

The bottle shattered on the ground.

next second.

The eyes in the frog's palm suddenly changed.

The pupils were strangely pulled to both sides, turning into a horizontal, straight slit.

The whites of the eyes have completely disappeared, and the entire eyeball is covered with a layer of cloudy, slippery, dark yellow.

Those are the eyes of a frog.

It stared intently at Zhang Defu.

The broadcast came on again:

"Not up to standard".

The voice just fell.

Large swaths of green fluff poured out of the ticket booth window, crawling along the ground towards Zhang Defu!

"ah!!!"

Zhang Defu tried desperately to shrink back, but the fluff was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye it wrapped around his shoes and spread up his trouser leg.

Just as the downy hair was about to climb over my knees.

A loud bang.

Lin Yan kicked the metal wall next to the ticket booth hard.

The sheet metal vibrated violently.

The fluff on the ground suddenly stopped, and its spread slowed abruptly.

The eyes in the frog statue's palm slowly turned, this time locking onto Lin Yan.

Lin Yan made the right bet.

Kicking the wall doesn't count as a direct attack on the statue, so even if the statue has a counterattack rule, it won't be triggered.

He wiped his face, met the two frog-like eyes, and walked to the ticket counter.

He reached forward a bit and placed his hand into the groove.

then.

Lin Yan looked at the frog behind the glass, a standard smile appearing on his lips.

He learned this from his ex-girlfriend who was a flight attendant.

He showed eight teeth, and his eyes were smiling.

drop!

A green light illuminated in the recess.

A yellow sticker with a smiley face on it popped out of the ticket dispenser.

The voice on the radio returned to its sweet tone: "Congratulations, you are a happy person."

Lin Yan picked up the sticker and slapped it directly onto his chest.

The moment he put it on, he felt a slight vibration coming from under the sticker, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

After confirming that the test passed.

Lin Yan turned his head and glanced at Zhang Defu, who was slumped against the wall.

The green down stopped at the edge of Zhang Defu's knees, no longer climbing upwards, but it didn't disappear either.

Lin Yan walked over, helped Zhang Defu up from the ground, and made him lean against the wall away from the ticket booth.

Zhang Defu sat down on the ground again after standing for a short while.

After confirming that he was no longer being possessed by the freak, Lin Yan stopped paying attention and walked back to the ticket counter.

He bent down and searched carefully on the table.

Lin Yan discovered a line of engravings on the metal edging at the very edge of the groove.

If you can't laugh, you don't have to.

Lin Yan was taken aback. Wasn't this "success can be achieved without castration"?

Could it be that……

The rule here isn't that you have to laugh?

People who can't laugh can refrain from laughing as long as they don't engage in aggressive behavior.

The old man just now triggered the rule by smashing a beer bottle.

Attacking is the only way to certain death.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind.

The iron gate that Zhang Defu had struggled to push open with all his might just now suddenly sprang open on its own.

Lin Yan felt a chill run down his spine as he watched this bizarre scene.

As Lao Zhao once said, ghost-level bizarre occurrences usually just randomly trigger murder patterns on the street.

Like stray dogs, at most some have their own preferences.

But it's different here.

Passersby outside, unaware of the danger, were drawn in by the illusion of the business opening.

The people inside were locked inside and couldn't push the door open no matter what they did.

Compared to the bizarre nature of the ghost-level creatures, the rules here are already on a much higher level.

The entire abandoned water park seems to have been forcibly stitched together by some unknown force.

It becomes an independent and closed rule-based space.

And now it's like a living mousetrap.

They are proactively opening the door to receive goods.

As the iron gate opened, three groups of people rushed in simultaneously.

"Wow! When was this place renovated? The lighting is perfect for taking photos!"

A girl in a short skirt excitedly held up her phone, pulling her boyfriend beside her.

The boy's face was a little pale, and his eyes swept around warily.

When he saw Zhang Defu at the foot of the wall, he hesitated.

Why is this person's entire body below the knees green? Is he a cross-dresser?

"Baby, what's wrong with this old man... he seems a bit creepy. Shall we go back?"

The boy said in a low voice.

"Hey, why are you so timid? Didn't you see there's a handsome guy standing over there?"

The girl ignored him and her gaze fell on Lin Yan, who was leaning against the ticket booth.

They seemed quite interested in the yellow sticker with a smiley face on Lin Yan's chest.

"Hey handsome, is this where you buy tickets? Where did you get this smiley face sticker? It's so cute."

The girl leaned forward and asked in a familiar manner.

Lin Yan slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

She glanced again at the plaid shirt-wearing man behind her, and at the very back, the middle-aged photographer who was adjusting camera settings.

Lin Yan did not speak up to stop him.

He knew very well that this enclosed space was actively sourcing goods.

Forcibly removing them is impossible and could even trigger uncontrollable changes.

Here, the only way to survive is to follow the rules.

No tickets are needed.

Lin Yan didn't offer any further explanation, but pointed to the frog statue behind the ticket booth's glass window.

"Do as it says on the broadcast, and it will give you a sticker. You can only enter with the sticker."

The voice just fell.

The man in the plaid shirt behind them looked in the direction Lin Yan was pointing.

When he saw the frog eyes in the frog statue's palm, he froze on the spot, his face turning deathly pale.

He had browsed through the ghost-hunting posts on the local forum in Jiangcheng.

He dares to say that most of them are fake, because he has verified them in person.

I'm here today to verify the authenticity of one of the posts.

But now, he discovered that what the post described was exactly the same as what was in front of him!

Could it all be true? Did I just encounter a ghost?!

Sizzle... sizzle...