Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Qi Chen gritted his teeth; this was simply impossible to defend against!

He immediately grabbed a lunchbox from the side and placed it over the feather.

“There’s a question,” Phil suddenly said. “Since this strand of hair is on the bird, why doesn’t the bird just fly over and touch us?”

Chen Ji shook his head; this also puzzled him.

"The little bird doesn't want us to die?"

He pondered this, but felt conflicted.

The hair was completely hidden inside the feathers; the consequences of touching the feathers were predictable.

But the little bird just passively waited for them to approach it. Chen Ji even suspected that when he tried to touch its tail feathers earlier, the bird's mournful cry was a reminder to him.

And then there's that self-harming behavior...

Was Lan Meng really crying for help?

"Lan Meng is trying to kill us!" Qi Chen said directly, "She accepted the deal!"

"Otherwise, there's no way to explain where the bird's hairs come from!"

"When the flight attendant died, everyone was together except for Lan Meng, so Lan Meng must have been the one who killed the flight attendant."

Fei'er reminded her from the side, "Duan Cong is also missing."

Duan Cong is the source of the hair strands.

"Then how do you explain this hairpin?" Qi Chen countered. "How could Duan Cong know that this hairpin was a strange object, and how could he use it?"

"Besides, the hairpin has always been worn by Lan Meng!"

Fei'er remained silent.

"Qi Chen, don't be in a hurry."

Chen Ji glanced at Qi Chen and saw a hint of panic in the other's angry face.

He knew that Qi Chen was reacting so violently because he had just been nearly killed by a trap.

"If it really was Lan Meng who did this, then why did she bring us here?"

Chen Ji said slowly, "This is the most critical issue right now."

"Just so we'd find out the flight attendant was dead, and then suspect her?"

Qi Chen was speechless for a moment.

After a long pause, he said in a somber tone:

"I don't know what Lanmeng's purpose is in doing this."

"But I know I was almost killed by that bird!"

Chen Ji's expression was complicated: "But why did she kill the flight attendant?"

The flight attendant is just an ordinary NPC, just like the men of Spring City.

Lan Meng had no motive to kill her.

As soon as he asked the question, Qi Chen suddenly looked up.

"Is it possible that the flight attendant discovered something that led her to silence her?"

Qi Chen is a police officer in reality, and subconsciously, he shared his past experiences.

"The most likely reason for such a murder that has no connection to the case is to cover up information."

Chen Ji was taken aback: "So what did Lan Meng do behind our backs?"

Qi Chen shook his head.

The situation is becoming increasingly perplexing. Lan Meng and Duan Cong have both disappeared without a trace, and a second strand of hair has appeared.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that Lanmeng is not dead, otherwise the bird could not be used.

Fei'er suddenly asked:

"How long until the death point?"

"One hour and twenty minutes." Chen Ji glanced at the screen.

More than half the time has passed, but the clues found are disorganized and of no use in terms of survival.

I only know two things:

First, stone bricks can limit the splitting of hair strands.

Second: The hair strands may be "keys".

These two known points, however, bring even more mysteries.

First of all, Wu Zhou must have also had stone bricks on him, otherwise he would not have been able to protect himself before infecting the men of Chuncheng.

But no one saw any stone bricks on him.

Then, what is the hair, acting as a "key," meant to unlock?

Regarding this question, Chen Ji had a vague feeling that they would not be able to get an explanation on this flight.

According to the email, the "key" was to be sent to Yanjing.

In other words, the lock corresponding to the "key" is in Yanjing.

And then there's the inexplicable serial murder case in Chuncheng... the human-skin ghost never even appeared.

These clues have no connection to the goal of surviving in this domain; instead, they seem like a long string of superfluous background stories.

"Why does this area feel so much like the Liting Apartments?"

Chen Ji was taken aback. He finally remembered where this familiar confusion, like a large, tangled ball of yarn, came from.

He had felt it in the realm of the Liding Apartments!

"Am I overthinking this?" Chen Ji asked, somewhat uneasy.

The cool breeze behind him after leaving the Liting Apartment last time still lingered in his memory.

The vibration of his phone interrupted his thoughts.

Chat Room

[Wan Xiaoshuang: Something strange has happened.]

[Wan Xiaoshuang: Someone in row 62 reported a foul odor.]

"Row 62?"

Qi Chen immediately said, "That's behind my seat, at the very back of the plane."

"Further in is the large food preparation area, which is only for staff—"

As he said this, his expression suddenly changed drastically:

"Blue Dream!"

Among the entrants, only Lan Meng and Liu Zi were allowed to enter the rear preparation room; even Qi Chen did not have a key.

Chen Ji immediately unlocked his phone and saw that Fei'er had sent a message even faster:

Miffy: The flight attendant is dead.

Qi Chen: 62nd platoon, assemble.

[Rokuko: ? ? ]

Chen Ji didn't speak in the group chat, but stared at the profile picture above the chat window for a while...

Apart from the system administrator, only six of the nine names are currently speaking.

Lan Meng has disappeared; Wu Zhou and Zhang Peng are dead.

Chen Ji stopped watching, put away his phone, and followed Qi Chen to the rear cabin.

The bathroom door was also locked to prevent anyone from seeing the flight attendant's body.

Phil was left behind to guard the feather and the second strand of hair.

After a while.

Before even reaching row 62, Chen Ji could already faintly smell a foul stench.

Wan Xiaoshuang stood at the end of the corridor, covered her nose, and tilted her head towards the food preparation room at the very back.

The source of the stench is inside.

"The flight attendant is dead?" Liu Zi was standing next to him with the keys when he saw Qi Chen coming over and immediately asked.

He spoke very softly so that passengers wouldn't hear him.

Qi Chen nodded and told Wan Xiaoshuang and the others what had just happened and his guesses.

"Is Lan Meng the second person to accept the deal?"

Wan Xiaoshuang looked thoughtfully at Qi Chen's pocket: "So, your two bullets were prepared for her and Wu Zhou?"

"But just like Chen Ji said, why did she lead you to find the flight attendant's body?"

"This doesn't make sense from her behavior."

"Besides, didn't she also prevent the first spread of the Hair Ghost?"

Qi Chen's expression was stern.

"I used to think she was a good person too."

"But all the evidence points to Lan Meng, and that cannot be denied."

Having listened for a long time, Sun Weiming now completely agreed with Qi Chen's words:

"Qi Chen is right. Besides, the second strand of hair was obviously hidden in the feather. So the biggest suspect is Lan Meng!"

He adjusted his glasses, a hint of apprehension on his face: "I suspect all of Lan Meng's previous actions were just a pretense."

Wan Xiaoshuang raised an eyebrow: "Is Lan Meng really that scheming?"

Her tone indicated that she did not quite agree with Qi Chen's speculation.

At the same time, Liu Zi had already opened the door to the food preparation room.

A strong, pungent stench of fermentation assaulted everyone's nostrils!

Sun Weiming, standing at the very front, couldn't hold it in any longer and suddenly bent over, about to vomit.

Liu Zi's face was also very pale, his throat bobbed, and his stomach churned.

Duan Cong was in this food preparation room.

already dead.

Duan Cong's death was utterly disgusting.

His entire abdomen was cut open, and his intestines and blood were spilled all over the ground...

The ground was covered with vomit, and some even remained around Duan Cong's mouth.

"and many more."

Chen Ji suddenly paused.

He went into the preparation room, squatted down next to Duan Cong's body, and stared intently at it.

"Why......?"

Chen Ji murmured, turning to look at everyone:

"Duan Cong's stomach has been removed."