Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

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Chen Ji lifted his head from the formalin solution!

The pool was much deeper than he had imagined.

He thought of the groove he had just touched, and a thought stirred within him.

At this point, many mysteries have become clear...

The information card on Xiao Guo's medical record is the same one that Du Tingfeng has, only the name has been altered!

That's why the nurse gave Du Tingfeng the colored pills, because they corresponded to Xiao Guo's illness!

Paranoia.

Chen Ji stared blankly at the murky formalin pool in front of him. All he saw was Xiao Guo swimming in the pool, getting out to rest, then swimming again, in a never-ending cycle.

"Thanks, Xiaoguo..."

"I hope you can win the championship in next month's competition."

Chen Ji murmured softly.

Xiao Guo provided him with the most important clue.

When they first entered the mental hospital...

Xiao Guo looks like a demon, making people keep their distance.

However, after Chen Ji came down this time, he tried to respond to Xiao Guo and found that she was actually able to communicate!

Through repeated conversations, Chen Ji discovered that Xiao Guo genuinely believed she was swimming in a swimming pool.

Her tone was crazy, and her appearance was terrifying, but it was all just an illusion.

Perhaps this is the Netherworld, and it deliberately did this to prevent Chen Ji from discovering the way out.

Now that all three anomalies have been repaired and the most important clue has been obtained, Chen Ji has a premonition that he is not far from escaping this Netherworld.

All we need to do is find that mask!

That is the strange creature that drives this ghostly realm!

Chen Ji had never seen anything related to masks in the mental hospital.

But he probably knew why.

"A mask...of course it will be worn on the face."

he murmured.

On the face of the painted-skin demon.

Chen Ji needed to find a way to remove the mask from the Painted Skin Ghost's face and then embed it into the groove at the bottom of the formalin pool.

He didn't hesitate, nor did he need to. Now that both strange creatures were in Chen Ji's hands, Chen Ji was much more confident than before.

Turning to leave, Chen Ji was about to open the basement door when he suddenly paused.

He then quietly took a few steps back.

Chen Ji's breath hitched, and a look of seriousness appeared in his eyes...

At the bottom of the iron gate, the light that was originally outside turned into a long line of pure darkness through the crack.

There's someone outside!

Moreover... it's very likely that there's more than one person involved.

This didn't surprise him too much, after all, he had gone through several cycles of small fruits and wasted at least half an hour in the basement.

The Painted Skin Demon must have returned long ago.

Chen Ji pondered for a moment, then silently gripped the pen.

In any case, the Painted Skin Ghost must be outside the door. As long as he suddenly opens the door, finds Du Tingfeng immediately, and removes the mask, there's nothing else to worry about.

Without the mask, the painted-skin ghost will disappear on its own.

Without further hesitation, he flung open the door—

Du Tingfeng was outside.

Du Tingfeng was everywhere outside.

Outside, dozens of Du Tingfengs, densely packed and crowding the corridor, were looking up at him.

Bang!

Chen Ji immediately closed the door again!

Without pausing for a second, he locked the door and immediately abandoned his previous raid plan.

Chen Ji had expected someone to come and arrest him, but he hadn't expected there to be so many people!

And they all have Du Tingfeng's face on them!

Before he sneaked into the basement, all the patients had recovered. Now that the Painted Skin Ghost is using Tang Qin's artifacts again, it can only prove one thing...

It knew that Chen Ji wanted to remove its mask.

So it blended into the crowd.

"Identification is easy... but it takes some time."

Chen Ji frowned, various thoughts flashing through his mind before disappearing again.

He had previously discovered that the original features of these patients who had their faces transplanted had not been altered.

Du Tingfeng's own features are also quite striking.

Male, brown medium-length hair, about 1.9 meters tall.

In other words, Chen Ji only needs to find one person among this group who meets the above characteristics.

But he will inevitably be caught during the identification process.

Chen Ji remained silent for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

There's a way to make everyone else disappear!

These humanoid surveillance cameras, disguised as Du Tingfeng, are actually controlled by Tang Qin's eerie ghost eyes.

The Demon Eye can no longer manipulate people in the absence of light!

Chen Ji could artificially create a short circuit to attempt to cut off the power!

He immediately looked around. There was a light on the ceiling and water in the basement. Chen Ji then found a pair of rubber gloves in the medical waste bin.

He quickly moved a cabinet under the ceiling light, and with a leap, jumped onto it.

Since there was no screwdriver available, Chen Ji used the nib of a pen to unscrew the lampshade, exposing the wires wrapped inside.

Wearing rubber gloves, he held a knife and cut the wire in one swift motion. As the light went out, he plunged half of the wire into the water!

Sparks fly!

The corridors and basement were completely dark!

Only Chen Ji was illuminated by a miniature flashlight that had been placed to the side beforehand.

There were rustling noises all around, and some strange creatures were lurking and lurking in the shadows, watching with malice.

Chen Ji ignored him, a hint of excitement appearing in his eyes as he looked towards the door.

"How did I get here...?"

"It's so dark, the power's out!"

Some people were shouting, some were running, and some patients were crying hysterically, turning the corridor into complete chaos.

He succeeded!

Chen Ji immediately jumped down from the cabinet, pulled open the iron door, and saw that everyone outside had returned to normal.

Under the beam of his flashlight, some people's facial features were still slightly distorted, but they were no longer seriously injured.

And at the very end of the crowd...

A tall figure stood in the corner, his face grim.

He's a ghost disguised as Du Tingfeng.

Chen Ji gritted his teeth and ran forward like a gust of wind, just as his hand was about to touch the Painted Skin Ghost...

The other party disappeared.

"what?!"

Chen Ji's eyes narrowed!

The painted-skin demon vanished right before his eyes, disappearing into thin air!

next moment.

Chen Ji suddenly felt someone touch his back.

He immediately turned his head, only to be horrified to find that the Painted Skin Ghost was actually behind him!

A mocking smile appeared on the other person's familiar face.

Chen Ji's brain exploded!

He suddenly realized...

It's not that the painted-skin ghost has disappeared!

Rather, it's that my perception has been altered, like I can no longer see the pen; I can't see it anymore!

Subconsciously, Chen Ji was about to start the pen, but he felt as if his brain had lost its connection, and he was in a daze for 0.1 seconds.

The pen was already in the hands of the Painted Skin Demon.

"This is your strange object?"

It frowned, looking at its fellow creature in its hand, its expression inscrutable.

Chen Ji lunged forward, seemingly trying to snatch the pen back...

The painted-skin demon turned to the side.

The next second, Chen Ji's hand suddenly changed direction. He thrust his right hand upwards and stabbed the knife hidden in his pocket towards the face of the Painted Skin Ghost!

Du Tingfeng's face was immediately slashed open, the edges curling up.

The painted-skin ghost did not move.

But Chen Ji's hand had already used that gap to tear off the entire face!

He was stunned.

Suddenly, the painted-skin demon burst into laughter, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up.

It looked at Chen Ji, its eyes filled with tears of laughter.

Beneath that torn-off face...

It was still Du Tingfeng's face.

The Painted Skin Demon snatched the knife from Chen Ji's hand, and with his fingers, he cut along the edge of his facial bones, peeling off the second layer of skin.

The third one.

The fourth one...

In the end, it seemed to get bored, so it went straight into the depths and peeled off a thick layer of skin.

The cross-section of that break resembles the annual rings of a tree.

The painted-skin demon's body has no flesh and blood.

Only layers upon layers of skin.