Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Having already learned the true nature of the Painted Skin Demon, Chen Ji naturally wouldn't be fooled by these few words.

Moreover, Du Tingfeng's words had already revealed that he knew what Liu Yuan's illness was.

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense now that Du Tingfeng had been stopping Chen Ji from continuing to search 3A03...

It's very likely that they were afraid Chen Ji would find the mirror or photo left by the real doctor, thereby angering Liu Yuan and causing the situation to spiral out of control.

In addition, Chen Ji also discovered...

The passive ability of the Painted Skin Demon seems to have weakened for him.

Was it because he let his guard down?

Or is it because Chen Ji restored Zhang Xiaomei and Liu Yuan to normal?

Chen Ji thought about it for a moment and felt that the latter was more logical.

Although he can now barely maintain his rationality, his thinking is still somewhat sluggish.

At the same time, Chen Ji also had to feign madness within reasonable limits while remaining sober, so as not to arouse Du Tingfeng's suspicion.

Chen Ji watched Du Tingfeng's retreating figure and felt a sense of relief.

This is an excellent opportunity!

He has at least a ten-minute break.

If he's lucky enough, Chen Ji might be able to finish feeding Xiao Guo her medicine and get some new clues during this time!

After thinking for a moment, Chen Ji did not hesitate any longer and immediately stood up.

He was about to get up and head towards the stairwell when he suddenly felt...

Something's not right.

Chen Ji's mind immediately recalled the entire conversation.

He had clearly told Du Tingfeng that Liu Yuan was missing, and Du Tingfeng did not want Chen Ji to be killed by Liu Yuan.

So.....

Why would Du Tingfeng leave him in the hall so confidently?

Moreover, when he first met Du Tingfeng, the other party's first two sentences clearly showed deep suspicion.

However, after Chen Ji finished explaining what had happened, he didn't ask for details...

Or even leave directly, creating such a large gap?

Is this reasonable?

Chen Ji looked around and saw that the hall was bustling with activity, with many patients walking and resting nearby.

The elevator doors were slowly closing as the second wave of patients entered to go upstairs.

Du Tingfeng was nowhere to be seen; the other party had already taken the elevator up two minutes earlier.

But why does all of this seem so deliberate?

Chen Ji couldn't figure it out for a moment. After thinking for a while, he suddenly took a step forward.

The next second...

He immediately got goosebumps all over his body!

The hall fell silent the instant Chen Ji stepped forward.

You could hear a pin drop.

All the patients... male and female, stopped what they were doing and stared at Chen Ji!

Ding-dong-

The elevator doors, which were originally closed, slowly opened at this moment.

The people inside hadn't pressed the upstairs button at all. A dozen or so patients stood neatly in the elevator car, looking in Chen Ji's direction.

They all have the same face.

Du Tingfeng's face.

Everyone was expressionless, their eyes cold, watching Chen Ji's next move!

Chen Ji's breath almost stopped. This was a Painted Skin Ghost, using the abilities of the Tang Qin Ghost to set a trap!

He instinctively wanted to sit back down, but then he stopped abruptly.

That's too fake.

He stood up briefly, then sat back down, which only made him seem more unusual.

We need to find a legitimate reason...

Chen Ji looked at the water dispenser on the side, where a patient with a ponytail and a face resembling Du Tingfeng was filling up his water bottle.

Her eyes were fixed on Chen Ji, and she didn't even notice the boiling water overflowing from the cup.

Go get some water!

Chen Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step in that direction...

and many more.

He suddenly noticed that the patient next to the water dispenser had a subtle smile on his lips.

Chen Ji instantly broke out in a cold sweat and froze on the spot!

That's wrong too!

In Du Tingfeng's eyes, it was even more illogical that Chen Ji, who was already half-mad, could calmly pour water when he saw so many people staring at him!

Chen Ji is now in a dilemma; he can neither act too normally nor too abnormally...

He couldn't even show that he was frightened!

Because he should be under the influence of the drug at this time and be used to hallucinations!

At this moment, only five seconds had passed since Chen Ji took his first step.

To outsiders, it appeared that after he walked out, he suddenly changed direction and then froze.

In the stillness of the night...

Chen Ji suddenly moved, heading towards the water dispenser.

He stared directly into the eyes of the patient next to the water dispenser, approaching her step by step. Just as the wicked smile on her face turned sinister, he stopped in front of her.

Chen Ji did not go to get water.

He simply reached out a hand and stroked the man's face.

Chen Ji's fingers felt the gentle curve of the woman's face, which was different from the three-dimensional features he saw with his naked eye.

"It's really you..."

Chen Ji's eyes slowly widened.

Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the others, beginning to stroke the outlines of each face.

Chen Ji was now certain that Du Tingfeng's face was merely a phantom disguise, covering the faces of these patients themselves.

But he kept repeating the same sentence.

The speech became faster and more intense!

“It’s really you…”

"How could it be you!"

The next second, Chen Ji immediately took off running and entered the stairwell!

Immediately, the sound of synchronized footsteps filled the hall as everyone gathered and walked to the door of the stairwell!

Even the patient who had been startled when his face was touched was now glaring at Chen Ji, as if he felt that Chen Ji had finally exposed himself!

However, Chen Ji's head was faintly visible through the doorway of the stairwell.

He didn't leave.

Chen Ji hid behind the door, his face only half a meter away from these people, his face as pale as a corpse!

His eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, blood vessels were bulging, and his eyes were filled with extreme vigilance and madness!

A gleaming knife was thrust out of the crack in the door by Chen Ji, as if he would stab anyone who came near!

Now, it's not these patients spying on Chen Ji anymore...

Instead, it was Chen Ji who was spying on them through the crack in the door!

There was a moment of silence outside.

Before long, everyone dispersed.

The hall returned to its original hustle and bustle, and the rumbling sound of the sedan chairs going up also rang out at the same time.

The knife remained stuck in the crevice, unmoved.

The silvery-white blade gleamed, and it seemed that the person wielding the knife was trembling slightly.

Chen Ji stood behind the door, his erratic eyes peeking out from the crack.

However, his mind was as clear as if it had just been splashed with cold water, contrary to his appearance.

Chen Ji did not offer a reasonable explanation for his sudden standing up.

Because he doesn't need it!

All he needed to do was make Du Tingfeng believe that he was really crazy!

That's why, after touching these people's faces, he muttered, "It really is you."

Because if Chen Jizhen really took the drug, the hallucinations he saw should be real.

In other words, these people's faces feel no different from Du Tingfeng's.

The fact that he only confirmed it after touching it, and the subsequent obsession and violence he revealed, was enough to make the Painted Skin Ghost...

They believed Chen Ji and took the illusion for reality.

If provoked further, given Chen Ji's current mental state, he might very well kill these people and then stab himself to death.

This is clearly not the direction the Painted Skin Demon wanted.

Ten seconds later.

The knife was still stuck in the gap, and the shaking became even more violent...

Chen Ji stood at the corner of the stairwell, holding a flashlight.

He glanced back at the knife, which was securely fastened to the doorknob by his clothes, and without making a sound, quietly walked down the stairs.