Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Aft of the cabin, 59F.

Qi Chen looked terrible. Although he was trying his best to suppress it, his whole body was still trembling slightly.

"Bumping is normal, stay calm, stay calm..."

"Have faith in the captain's skills..."

"The probability of a plane crash is the lowest among all modes of transportation..."

He kept repeating it to himself.

In fact, Qi Chen never experienced the most turbulent phase.

He passed out as soon as the plane began to crash.

When the passengers next to me woke me up, the turbulence had subsided considerably.

even so.....

He was still terrified!

This fear began the moment Qi Chen entered the domain.

In reality, Qi Chen hasn't flown on a plane for at least ten years because he suffers from a fear of flying!

In the realms he had previously inhabited, Qi Chen, even if he wasn't the one leading everyone through the game, could often find crucial clues.

He doesn't like to talk much, values ​​efficiency, and is meticulous.

But... this time, let alone actively searching for clues, it was already difficult for Qi Chen to calmly think things through.

Because his mind was filled only with intense anxiety and fear!

"I need to calm down!"

Qi Chen repeated this sentence in his mind over and over again.

"I still have an important mission!"

His identity is different from everyone else's.

The sweat in his palms had soaked through the identification card that Qi Chen had worn since entering the domain.

Civil Space Administration

[Air Police: Qi Chen]

He was the third crew member.

He woke up in this realm earlier than anyone else.

......

"Ah!"

The man in Kunming started sneezing again.

Chen Ji glanced at him: "Are you alright?"

The man from Kunming rubbed his eyes vigorously, making a series of gurgling sounds as he pressed them.

His voice was a little hoarse.

"No, it's okay."

"I just have some allergies."

Chen Ji suddenly asked again:

Do you want to throw up?

The man opposite him looked puzzled: "No, why do you ask?"

Chen Ji shook his head and did not answer.

He noticed that the man from Chuncheng next to him looked like he had conjunctivitis, with bloodshot eyes all over his eyes.

From the moment I sat down in this seat...

The man kept rubbing his eyes.

Chen Ji looked at the man's face more carefully, but the man's skin was normal and there were no black hairs showing through.

beep—

The seatbelt indicator light is on.

Chen Ji thought for a moment, then got up from his seat and walked to the vicinity of the restroom.

He opened his phone:

[Chen Ji: The passenger in 49D is acting strangely.]

[Chen Ji: I keep sneezing and scratching my eyes]

[Fei'er: Are you having an allergic reaction?]

[Qi Chen: Does he feel like throwing up?]

Chen Ji: He said no.

[Chen Ji: And I didn't see any problems under his skin.]

After about a minute, Qi Chen finally spoke:

I'll go take a look.

A soft footstep came from the end of the cabin.

Chen Ji did not move.

A short while later, the curtain leading to the bathroom was lifted, and a robust man walked in.

"Chen Ji?"

He asked, his face pale.

Chen Ji nodded.

Qi Chen threw the vomit bag in his hand into the trash can and said simply:

"49D is not right."

"I just saw him rubbing his eyes with such exaggerated force that he almost rubbed his eyeballs to burst."

"You were sitting next to him the whole time?"

Chen Ji nodded, and said thoughtfully:

"Before the bumpy ride, he and I were queuing outside the restroom... things were pretty normal then."

Chen Ji recounted the Chuncheng serial murder case again, and then said:

"After that, we escaped to the rear cabin. From then on, he started to feel unwell, constantly sneezing and rubbing his eyes."

Qi Chen pondered for a moment, then lifted a corner of the curtain.

The man from Kunming has calmed down.

He seemed to realize that he had used too much force just now, and now he opened his eyes slightly and gently pressed the corners of his eyes with only two fingers.

His nose was red, but he didn't sneeze again for the time being.

Qi Chen lowered the curtain and exchanged a glance with Chen Ji.

"Could it really be an allergic reaction?"

Qi Chen said doubtfully, "Judging from the time of his death last time, if he was really haunted by a ghost, his hair should already be showing through his skin by now."

However, the man from Chuncheng's complexion was still quite rosy, showing no abnormalities whatsoever.

Chen Ji didn't speak.

He glanced at Qi Chen's suit pocket out of the corner of his eye before saying:

"Let's go and see him."

As Chen Ji expected, Qi Chen nodded.

The two silently walked up to the man from Chuncheng and saw him with his head down and two fingers hanging in front of his eyes.

"Are you feeling better?"

Chen Ji suddenly spoke.

The man from Kunming remained silent, his fingers moving almost imperceptibly.

"You can ask the flight attendant for allergy medication."

Qi Chen suddenly spoke up from the side.

"They have medical kits—"

"Don't speak!!!" the man from Chuncheng suddenly shouted, interrupting Qi Chen.

"It's coming out soon!"

come out.....

What's about to come out?

Chen Ji was taken aback.

However, at that moment, he saw Qi Chen in front of him and suddenly reached into his suit trouser pocket!

The man from Kunming raised his hand high.

It's still being lifted up.

It's like threading a needle.

The moment his hand was raised above his head—

A chill ran down Chen Ji's spine!

He discovered...

The man from Kunming held a single, dark hair between his fingers.

It is about 30cm long.

It was pulled out of the eye.

And it's still being pulled outwards.

"stop!"

Chen Ji's brain exploded with a loud bang, and he immediately shouted!

Qi Chen even tried to grab the man from Chuncheng's arm, but he nimbly dodged it!

“No, no…”

"It's almost out..."

"I must pull it out..."

"It itches, it's so itchy, why is it so itchy?"

The man from Kunming muttered to himself, bumping into the passenger next to him and scrambling onto the other side of the aisle.

"Stop him!"

Qi Chen's eyes were about to burst!

at this time.....

The strand of hair that the man from Kunming pulled out was already more than a meter long, winding and twisting around his fingers.

But that hair seemed to keep coming back, and the end was still not pulled out.

The man from Kunming was pulling faster and faster!

He staggered toward the restroom on the other side, stumbling like a blind man, his hair already tangled around his entire arm!

Chen Ji and his companion immediately flipped over their seats and, amidst the chaos of the passengers, rushed towards the restroom on the right!

"It's so itchy—"

They heard the men of Chuncheng screaming in agony.

"...Qi Chen, take out your gun."

Chen Ji was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

Qi Chen's body suddenly froze.

He reached into his pocket, but before he could say anything, he suddenly took a step back!

Between the two cabins... in the corner near the toilet.

The pale face of the man from Kunming rested on a pile of dark, tangled things that looked like a ball of yarn.

That's his body.

It was completely entangled by black hair.

Only his rosy face and arms remained exposed.

The man from Kunming was still raising his hands, rapidly pulling strands of hair out of his bulging eyeballs...

until--

His nose suddenly twitched.

"not good!"

Chen Ji's heart skipped a beat!

"what......"

"Ah!"

The man from Chuncheng opened his mouth wide and, under the horrified gazes of the two men, suddenly sneezed loudly.

He suddenly pulled the hand holding his hair outwards.

A powerful force surged forth from within...

The man from Chuncheng had his already shaky eyeballs pushed out completely.

With a snap, it hung in the air, swaying precariously.

Chen Ji finally understood why he could never finish pulling out all those strands of hair...

Behind that round eyeball, what detached along with it wasn't a nerve.

Instead, it was a large clump of dark hair, like seaweed, like tangled hemp...

It is silently wriggling, splitting, growing, and elongating.