I have a ghost diary

“Okay.” After saying that, Chu Jiang took the opportunity to step forward and pull him over.

During this process, Chu Jiang also secretly checked Lin Qian's body, and everything was normal, with no trace of being corrupted by supernatural forces.

Once they reached a spot a little behind the tent, Lin Qian whispered two words: "Notebook."

Chu Jiang immediately understood, while Officer Lin was somewhat bewildered. "What notebook? Explain it more clearly."

Unexpectedly, his words caused the students at Riverside University to look at Lin Qian with a rather strange expression...

As Lin Qianshe died, Chu Jiang coughed and changed the subject, "Alright, I've gathered enough information for the preliminary stages. Next, I need to join the drama club."

Upon hearing this, all the drama club students took a step back.

Since Chu Jiang doesn't need to report to the drama club if he wants to join, he's probably saying this because he wants someone to guide him.

"Don't be nervous. Your activity room is only so big. I've already looked at the architectural plans. You don't need anyone to lead the way."

The students breathed a sigh of relief, especially Xiao Li, who had brought his classmate along. He had thought that the young man opposite him might have taken a liking to him because of his courage and resourcefulness, and had deliberately included him in the group.

"But Lin Qian has to come with me."

Upon hearing Chu Jiang's words, Lin Qian exclaimed, "Why me? I can't help."

Chu Jiang remained expressionless. "Whether I can help or not, I can judge for myself."

"We don't know now whether this ghost is performing according to the script you wrote, or according to your own ideas."

"If it's the former, that's fine, but if it's the latter, the actual scenario I encounter might change because of your change of mind, so you have to go in with me."

Lin Qian made a face, "But I don't know how to catch ghosts, will you protect me?"

"I will protect you, but I can't guarantee you'll come out alive, because I'm not absolutely certain I'll survive myself."

Chu Jiang was telling the truth; he never underestimated any unknown ghost.

It may only be rated C, but that doesn't mean that the ghost in the drama club didn't trigger the inevitable killing pattern, just like his bloody hand.

After Chu Jiang said that, Lin Qian felt even more miserable. "Can I refuse?"

"No, but according to our department's regulations, you can receive a cash subsidy afterward."

Lin Qian's eyes immediately lit up, "How many?"

Chu Jiang looked at Luo Yifeng, who immediately replied, "At least 30,000. If you, Mr. Lin, can make an outstanding contribution in this matter, the cash reward will be even higher."

"You should have said so earlier," Lin Qian immediately dropped his miserable expression and put on a righteous look. "For the safety of the citizens of Luohe City, I'm going all out!"

Neither the police officers nor the students from the clubs seemed inclined to laugh at this scene.

Because Lin Qian was indeed going to risk his life to enter the drama club, which had become something he didn't know what it was like.

Is 30,000 yuan a lot? Or is it really a lot for Lin Qian...?

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After making some preparations, Chu Jiang led Lin Qian into the sealed-off complex.

Lin Qian was wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a baton. Of course, they wouldn't give him a gun; even if he knew how to use it, they wouldn't give it to him—it was too dangerous.

The building was completely dark at the moment. Since everyone had evacuated during the day, the lights were naturally not on.

Chu Jiang didn't turn on the lights along the way, but let Lin Qian turn on the flashlight himself.

The reason for not turning on the lights is simple: if the paranormal event has not yet spread significantly, it is best to leave everything at the scene as it is and not touch it.

Because you never know whether an unintentional act might cause the situation to suddenly and drastically deteriorate.

This is mentioned in the new user manual; it's considered very basic common sense.

Moreover, Chu Jiang has night vision, so he doesn't care; it's just that Lin Qian still needs to turn on his flashlight.

Once inside the corridor, Chu Jiang turned on his satellite phone to maintain contact with his operator, but did not communicate.

This allows us to detect whether internal and external communications will be interrupted by supernatural forces, and when such interruptions will occur.

It can be said that Chu Jiang now operates meticulously, following the proper procedures for those in charge. These are all experiences accumulated by his predecessors, and if he wants to live a long life, he will naturally learn humbly.

The two did not take the elevator but walked up the stairs, because they were worried that the ghost's power might invade the outside and affect the operation of the elevator.

In the darkness, only the heavy footsteps of two men echoed in the long corridor, creating a particularly hollow sound that instantly made one tense.

The drama club was on the fifth floor, so Chu Jiang wasn't in a hurry. He just walked slowly, chatting with Lin Qian along the way to keep him from getting too nervous.

"I heard you work as a mobile game copywriter, right? The official title is something like 'copywriting planner'?"

Lin Qian gave a wry smile. "Pretty much, but I'm from the bottom tier, my salary is only a little over four thousand."

Chu Jiang was somewhat surprised, "It's a planning project, and you only ask for four thousand?"

"There are high and low levels in the industry. The bottom level earns between four and eight thousand; those who do well can earn between eight and twenty thousand."

"Above that, you basically need to be a jack-of-all-trades. You not only need to have copywriting skills, but you also need to know a bit about planning, operations, and so on."

"Someone like me is just a punching bag, with no say whatsoever. Whatever the higher-ups tell me to change, I have to change it."

“Sometimes what’s even more outrageous is that anyone can come and meddle in art, level design, or numerical design. In their eyes, it’s just about making up stories, the barrier to entry is too low, I could do it too.”

"When I worked at my previous company, I even encountered a situation where a high-level executive was parachuted in to reap the benefits..."

Chu Jiang only got started before Lin Qian launched into a continuous stream of complaints.

Chapter 86 The Church of the Repose

"Picking peaches? How do you pick them?" Chu Jiang asked, while simultaneously maximizing his perception and extending it upwards.

"It's like your copywriting team has almost finished, and then a copywriting director is parachuted in. This director doesn't have to do anything and just takes all the credit for the whole team."

Lin Qian was still somewhat indignant when he recounted the story, "Later, under the leadership of the team leader, everyone quit and resigned together."

"I heard that lousy company has gone bankrupt now, which is something to celebrate."

"Of course, after I resigned, it took me several months to find a new job, and the salary was still at the same level as before..."

"Oh," Chu Jiang asked again, "Where's your team leader?"

“He was quite well-known in the industry and quickly moved to another company. Because they didn’t hire many people there, the team leader gave each of us a 100 yuan red envelope as an apology.”

At this point, Chu Jiang stopped asking questions, and Lin Qian also fell silent.

The two walked uphill and finally arrived at the fifth floor.

"Once we go inside, don't let your mind wander. Just do as I say, understand?"

Lin Qian nodded.

And so, Chu Jiang led his men to the right-hand side, to the door of the third room.

From the outside, the room appeared completely dark, but Chu Jiang could see the details inside through the glass windows.

It was an empty room with some tables, chairs, and props crammed into the corners. In the center of the room were some stage decorations, simulating a cross and a confessional, which looked rough and rudimentary.

The room was empty, as if the strange situation described by the students had never happened.

But this only made alarm bells ring in Chu Jiang's mind. Could it be that there are ghosts from a ghost realm...?

The Ghost Realm is a very special thing. Its internal scenes can either overlap with reality or not, forming an independent supernatural space.

Moreover, regardless of the type of ghost realm, you can never see the details inside from the outside; you can only discover the clues after you go in yourself.

After checking the contents of his backpack one last time and notifying operator Chen Yuting that there might be a ghostly realm, Chu Jiang grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened it...

Since I've chosen to be in charge, and since I'm already here, there's no turning back.

The moment the door opened, Lin Qian's heart leaped into his throat.

To his surprise, everything inside was normal. When he shone his flashlight inside, he saw only an empty room.

Grasping Lin Qian's hand, Chu Jiang cautiously stepped into the activity room.

Just this one step away, everything they saw changed.

They stood at the entrance of a quiet church, with two old wooden doors behind them; one of them was half open, as if the two had just come in from there.

Looking at the tall cross in the center of the church, the statue of Jesus on the cross, the rows of neat tables and chairs in front of the statue, and the dim oil lamps hanging on the mottled walls on both sides, Lin Qian was almost dumbfounded.

Chu Jiang immediately looked down and noticed that his attire had changed. He was now dressed in linen clothing, shirtless, and looked like a fisherman.

Fortunately, the backpack was still there; it hadn't disappeared, but it had changed its appearance and now looked a bit like a tattered cloth bag.

Lin Qian's attire also changed. He wore high-society aristocratic clothing, a black round hat, and a small mustache, though he himself didn't notice it immediately.

Confessor #3, identity: Lord; Confessor #4, identity: Fisherman.

After Chu Jiang came to his senses, he simply asked Lin Qian in a low voice, "How is it? Is this scene exactly the same as the scene you constructed in your mind when you were writing the manuscript?"

"Not bad, close enough. I didn't think about it that much detail, and as for what's written down, it's even less likely that every detail will be exactly the same as the real thing. I can only say that the church we see now is the result of my script, which I've tried to make as realistic and detailed as possible."

Lin Qian's answer made Chu Jiang ponder for a moment; it was both good news and bad news.

The good thing is that Chu Jiang tends to think that this was constructed based on the script, rather than based on Lin Qian's inner thoughts.

This way, you can focus on the script itself without having to guess the changes in people's hearts.

The bad thing is that if it were truly based on internal beliefs and Lin Qian were willing to cooperate, Chu Jiang would actually have the upper hand. Now, that upper hand seems to have disappeared.

What is the name of this church?

Lin Qian shook his head, "This is a stage play script, it's not that detailed. There aren't even any character names, only code names. The church is just called 'Church'."

As he spoke, Lin Qian's perspective shifted, and he was surprised to find that he had changed his clothes. To be honest, he didn't even know when he had put on the hat.

"I'm sure you've noticed as well, that we've both become penitents."

"Moreover, Xiao Li and the others retreated during the day, which likely means that all the penitents have already confessed once."

"Now that we're back here again, I believe you understand what that means, don't you?"

Lin Qian's expression stiffened. He had written the script, so he naturally knew what was going to happen next. It was a thriller story about "punishing evil and promoting good"...

As the two were talking, a slow, heavy footstep suddenly came from the corridor leading to the back of the church.

Lin Qian was startled at first, then slowed his breathing, while Chu Jiang looked in that direction thoughtfully.

Sure enough, a short while later, an ugly, tall man walked out of the corridor.