“Pen Fairy is an ancient Chinese game to summon souls. I also saw it in an old Chinese movie. We need to perform a ritual to bring out the ghosts here. Then, we’ll let the ghosts enter our bodies and control our hands to write. We can ask the ghouls anything, and they will give us an answer.”

“Does the Pen Fairy know everything? If so, we can ask the Pen Fairy where the missing people went before!” Lucy says excitedly.

“Of course! Pen Fairy knows everything.”

The preparation for the game of Pen Fairy is very simple. Judy draws a big circle on a piece of paper, with 26 English letters evenly marked around the ring.

The lights in the room are dimmed by Daniel, who left only one desk lamp on.

Judy and Lucy sat opposite each other, with the backs of their hands interlocked, holding a pen perpendicular to the paper on the table.

Everyone gathers around the table and watches the ceremony carefully. No one makes a sound.

Don’t play this game, don’t play this game. A voice explodes in my head like a war drum. I squeeze from the crowd towards Judy, and when I am about to stop her, the game has already begun.

“Next, you are going to chant spells with me,” Judy says with a deliberately lowered voice.

“Pen fairy, Pen Fairy. You are my past life; I am your life. If you are there, please respond to me.”

After a few seconds, the pen does not move. Just when everyone thinks the game failed, the pen moves. The pen trembles slowly in Judy and Lucy’s hands. It has traveled from the center of the circle to the letter Y and then circled the letter Y.

The breathing around me seems to be aggravated by the movement of the pen. My temples are beating violently. My uneasy feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

“Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy. Please tell me, where is the person who disappeared three years ago?”

After hearing this question, the pen does not move for a long time. It seems to be thinking. Suddenly, the pen begins to shake violently. Then the pen takes Judy and Lucy’s hands and begins to write.

Every time the pen writes a trace, the colder my back grows, and the more depressing the atmosphere becomes. There is no window in this room, but the chilling breeze behind me feels like countless sharp swords digging into my skin fiercely.

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