Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Only Chen Ji himself knew that a thin layer of cold sweat had seeped out on his back.

Because... he kept the monkey doll close to his body the whole time, with only a sweater in between!

Duan Cong had no hair around him, a fact that everyone had already verified.

So where did this third strand of hair come from?

When did it get hidden on the monkey doll?

Why didn't the hair take the opportunity to parasitize itself?

"Something's wrong!"

Qi Chen suddenly shouted from the side, his eyes serious: "That hair seems to be restricted!"

Wan Xiaoshuang pushed Qi Chen aside, walked to the bottom of the cabinet, and stared intently at it for a while.

After a moment, she nodded slightly:

"The two ends of the hair were sewn to the red thread."

The hair strands could no longer grow or split; now it seemed they were just struggling.

"Chen Ji..." Qi Chen's eyes were strange: "What's wrong with this strange creature of yours?"

The monkey had a venomous expression, but its mouth was sewn shut with red and black thread. It exuded a ghostly aura, which made Qi Chen feel a chill for no reason.

"It's just a reconnaissance-type monster."

Chen Ji said simply, without further explanation.

He stretched out his arms:

"Come down."

Chen Ji whispered, "I won't take your gold bars."

The monkey doll bared its teeth and stared silently at Chen Ji.

A few seconds later, it seemed to confirm that Chen Ji was not lying before it fell into Chen Ji's arms.

"Little monkey, where did you get this strand of hair from?"

Liu Zi immediately came over. He had seen monkeys many times and didn't find this strange creature scary at all.

The monkey pointed outside the food preparation room.

"It can communicate!"

Qi Chen asked in surprise, "Did Lan Meng give it to you?!"

The monkey doll tilted its head in confusion.

Wan Xiaoshuang asked softly, "Wu Zhou?"

The monkey nodded.

"As expected." Wan Xiaoshuang looked at Chen Ji and suddenly paused.

Chen Ji suddenly squatted down, picked up a corner of Duan Cong's clothes, and wiped the monkey's mouth.

“There are remnants of vomit on it,” he said, examining the hem of his clothes.

"It seems that Wu Zhou's strand of hair actually passed to me."

Chen remained silent, then looked at the monkey: "Who sewed this hair onto your mouth?"

The monkey pointed to itself.

It jumped off Chen Ji's arms, leaped onto Liu Zi, and with a quick tightening of its arms, plucked out a yellow hair.

Liu Zi covered his head: "??"

"It's mimicking the scene from that time," Chen Ji suddenly realized.

The monkey, with its yellow fur tucked between its legs, bumped into Chen Ji.

"This is referring to... the time when Wu Zhou bumped into me outside the bathroom."

Chen Ji explained.

Several sharp-eyed people noticed that Liu Zi's blond hair had fallen onto Chen Ji's clothes.

The monkey climbed onto Chen Ji's body, manipulating the yellow-haired creature, and slowly crawled up to Chen Ji's neck.

"...No wonder."

Chen Ji suddenly recalled that after the hair ghost first appeared, his neck had briefly itched. (Note: End of Chapter 159)

The monkey stuck its yellow hair to Chen Ji's neck, then crawled back into the inner pocket that Chen Ji had opened.

A few seconds later, everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and it seemed as if a hairy arm had flashed by.

The monkey crawled out, opened its hand, and there was that yellow hair on its paw.

"So that's it."

Qi Chen's expression was complicated. The monkey, like a circus performer, demonstrated how it prevented the hair strands from becoming parasitic.

"Your strange creature saved your life..."

He looked at Chen Ji and said with some envy.

"its not right?"

Sun Weiming, who had been watching in astonishment, suddenly changed his expression: "Then where did the hair that was parasitizing the man in Chuncheng come from in the first place?"

Qi Chen was about to say something when he suddenly shut his mouth, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

"Then... then it can't be Lan Meng, right?"

Qi Chen hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "She had no reason to release the Silk Ghost and save our lives, did she?"

"But the hair on the little bird..."

Chen Ji remained silent for a long time.

He raised his head, his expression somewhat dazed, as if he had just come to a realization:

"If I'm not mistaken..."

"The little bird from before wasn't being used by Lanmeng."

"Are there really only nine people entering the domain this time?"

......

Click.

Click.

Click.

"301, 301....."

The man walked past the rear cabin's restroom, looked at the tightly locked door, and pressed the counter on his hand.

"wrong."

He silently recited, a faint smile playing on his lips: "I forgot, two passengers died."

"300."

"299."

The man's gaze drifted to the back of the food preparation room, and he pressed the counter again:

"300, 301, 302, 303, 304...."

"304......"

He walked down the corridor, still wearing his professional smile.

"Excuse me, please let me go."

The man lifted the curtain and spoke to the girl with pigtails in front of him.

The girl looked at him quietly.

Click.

"305."

The man muttered to himself, glancing at the girl with pigtails' feet.

"Do you need the trash collected?"

he said with a smile.

The girl shook her head, took a step forward, and used the awkwardly placed lunchbox on the ground as a shield behind her.

"Ok."

The man didn't seem to care and continued walking.

Passing through the forward galley, you enter the business class.

In the 12th row, by the window, a young man with a wet face leaned against the window, closing his eyes to rest, seemingly asleep.

The man walked past him without pressing the counter.

"Xiao Tong, have you seen the flight attendant?"

A frustrated voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"No," the man said slowly after a couple of seconds. "What's wrong?"

The co-pilot's voice sounded angry: "I've been calling for ages, asking them to bring a bottle of water, but not a single one of them has said a word."

"And that little blue one too, I don't know where she ran off to."

"The captain is patrolling the rear cabin now, and I can't leave. Otherwise, I would definitely come out and give them a good scolding!"

The man paused for a moment, then said considerately, "Co-pilot, calm down."

"I'll bring you water right away."

There was a muffled sound on the other end of the walkie-talkie, and then it went silent.

The man put the walkie-talkie back in his pocket and silently thought:

"what happened?"

A voice that was neither male nor female, devoid of any warmth, spoke.

The man said silently, "I have not failed."

"We'll see."

The voice in his heart remained silent.

The man slowly dropped his polite, fake smile, his face becoming expressionless.

He went into the preparation room, pulled open the shelf, revealing the enclosed food cart underneath.

A wisp of pale blue fabric, stained with specks of blood, peeked out from the seam.

The man opened the food cart and quietly looked inside, where the flight attendant in blue was curled up with her limbs broken.

The flight attendant in blue had already lost her composure.

"Since we're all going to die anyway, why can't we just be obedient?"

The man spoke softly, his eyes as cold as ice.

"He insisted on hiding his consciousness inside that yellow bird..."

His face darkened as he thought about how the lingering will within the hairpin had disrupted his plans when he used it.

"Don't blame me."

"You only have your own fault for seeing things you shouldn't have seen."

The man glanced at the flight attendant in blue, then turned back to look at the front cabin lavatory behind the curtain.

He kept his mouth tightly shut and stuffed the blue-clad flight attendant's body further inside.

Below is a bloody stomach, already cut open, pressed on top of bottles of mineral water.

The man took a bottle from the bottle and wiped it casually.

That fake smile reappeared on his face.

thump.

thump.

"First officer, thank you for your hard work."

He pushed open the door, his voice warm and considerate:

"Here is the water you requested."