Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

"Another dimension..."

Du Tingfeng murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly, a series of guesses flashing through his mind in an instant!

The group stopped and stared at the old village house in front of them.

If what Chen Ji said is true, then there are two spaces existing simultaneously in this house.

One, belonging to the real world, which is the space where Ah Xiang's corpse exists.

Another possibility is that Zheng Zhongshan is the only one trapped inside, all alone.

"Do you think Zheng Zhongshan can see what's happening outside?"

Suddenly, Fei'er asked.

Chen Ji nodded silently.

“It should be possible.”

"It's very likely that he made those unusual movements when he got close to Ah Xiang's body."

"Judging by the time... it's even possible that Zheng Zhongshan witnessed Ah Xiang being killed by the wedding dress ghost."

For once, Phil's voice showed a rare flicker of emotion, and she said listlessly:

"...I think this is much scarier than ghosts."

That feeling of being right next to your wife, yet being isolated and unable to be discovered...

He was even powerless to stop his wife's death.

Before Ah Xiang died, she must have been in great despair, and perhaps she prayed that her husband would come back to save her.

She died without ever knowing that Zheng Zhongshan had actually been by her side all along...

Phil shook her head, trying to put the uncomfortable feeling out of her mind.

She wasn't afraid of ghosts, but because of some past experiences, she was terrified of being alone.

"This is just speculation."

Du Tingfeng comforted her, saying, "There is no concrete evidence to prove it yet."

Chen Ji wanted to say something, but suddenly paused.

All four of them turned to look at the doorway.

Several staff members wearing gloves and masks and dressed in gray uniforms pushed open the door and were taken aback when they saw the four people outside.

"What are you doing?"

One of the leaders asked.

Chen Ji pulled out his ID from his pocket and quickly waved it:

"We were invited by the police station to investigate the case."

"Who are you....?"

The staff members exchanged glances, and the leader took off his mask and walked a few steps to Chen Ji.

He turned slightly to the side, pointed behind the door, and said somewhat nervously:

"Sir, I'm a funeral home employee, here to clean up the body."

Chen Ji peeked out and discovered a huge white cloth laid out on the living room floor behind the door.

The bulging figure beneath the white cloth was Ah Xiang's corpse.

Her wedding dress had already been removed from her and carelessly tossed aside.

"Will the police station still need to perform an autopsy?"

Du Tingfeng asked, "Shouldn't we take him to the morgue first?"

The leader shook his head and quickly explained:

"There are no more spaces in the morgue. They said the case is almost closed and the body will be sent for cremation tomorrow."

He looked at Chen Ji and the others with some suspicion, and then added:

"That's what you officers said anyway."

"We haven't received any notification yet."

Chen Ji gave a perfunctory reply and waved for the funeral home staff to leave.

After a while.

Beside Ah Xiang's body, the four people frowned deeply.

"Ah Xiang will be sent to the funeral home tomorrow."

Du Tingfeng said, looking around, but he didn't hear a sound.

The village house was very quiet.

It seems that only Chen Ji and his three companions exist here.

However, they were absolutely certain that Zheng Zhongshan had never left!

There's a 90% chance he's right next to them!

Because everyone had already searched all the rooms and found that Zheng Zhongshan's ID, personal belongings, and even wallet were still at home.

Since Officer Zhong took over Ah Xiang's case, the investigation has shifted to finding the author of "A Ghost Story Every Day".

Ah Xiang's village house, as the crime scene, was not investigated much.

Chen Ji was silent for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Let's go to another room first."

He remembered that when the chair fell over yesterday, the other visitors were all in the living room outside.

After saying that, he led the group to a room to the side, leaving the door only a crack open.

"Don't look outside."

Chen Ji added another sentence.

All four closed their eyes and stopped speaking, and the entire village house instantly became extremely quiet.

The only sound could be faintly heard was the chirping of birds outside.

Just when all was quiet—

A very slight rustling sound, like a gentle breeze, suddenly rang out.

The volume of this sound is far too low!

If everyone had remained completely silent, Chen Ji would have had a hard time catching this tiny, insignificant noise.

But he knew that the doors and windows were tightly closed, and there was no way for any wind to blow into the house.

Chen Ji made a hand gesture to the group and quietly pushed open the door.

The gurgling sound stopped instantly.

"I see."

Chen Ji said to the other three:

"In the [Alternate Dimension], Zheng Zhongshan is almost unable to communicate with outsiders."

He turned to Ah Xiang's corpse and said to the air:

"Zheng Zhongshan, if you are here, please repeat the sound you just made."

After saying that, he led a few more people into the house.

A faint, hidden rustling sound began again.

Using this method, Chen Ji asked two more questions:

1. Is this the most Zheng Zhongshan has made?

Second: Is the premise that the rustling sound could be heard that Chen Ji and the others were not in the same room as Zheng Zhongshan?

Both answers received a chorus of approval.

However, after Chen Ji inquired about the specific situation inside the [Other Dimension], the rustling sound disappeared.

He never appeared again.

The four tried several more times, but ultimately received no response.

"There may be time or frequency limits."

Du Tingfeng said.

"Or perhaps Zheng Zhongshan simply exploited a loophole in the [Other Dimension], which has now been fixed."

The group frowned; they seemed to have obtained many clues, but they were of little help in advancing the mission.

"Come again tomorrow morning."

Huici thought for a moment and then said:

"Ah Xiang's body will be taken away tomorrow, and perhaps something will change."

Several people nodded.

It was getting late, and Zheng Zhongshan stopped responding, so the group had no choice but to return to the hotel.

Fortunately, Tian Qinghe and her team obtained an important clue from the clothing rental shop!

Liang Xiaobao and Liang Ming are definitely not the same person!

Inside Tian Qinghe's room, eight people sat together.

"The owner of the clothing rental shop has a strong impression of this name."

Tian Qinghe said, opening a small notebook for recording clues:

She said it was a child who came to rent the clothes.

"The deposit that child gave was all loose change, some a dollar, some a few cents."

"The child spent a long time choosing, but in the end, because they didn't have enough money, they rented a gray suit that was no longer available in their size."

Chen Ji pressed on, asking:

"What does that child look like?"

Tian Qinghe looked somewhat complicated and confused as she handed the notebook to Chen Ji.

The image above is a simple line drawing.

Tian Qinghe drew the child's portrait based on the description given by the proprietress.

Chen Ji's eyes narrowed—

The clothes were dirty and had several holes in them.

He was carrying an old fanny pack.

His eyes were always sneaking glances at people, slightly squinting, revealing a mischievous and street-smart air about him.

"That's the newsboy!"

Chen Ji cried out, immediately raising his head with an expression of disbelief.

"How could such a coincidence happen?"

"How did this child come to be in contact with Liang Ming?"

In an instant, Du Tingfeng's words flashed through his mind again:

"...the preceding events are unlikely to have occurred randomly..."

A solemn voice rang in Chen Ji's ears; it was Du Tingfeng.

There are no coincidences in this domain.

"If it exists, it's just a truth we haven't discovered yet."