Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Du Tingfeng's face was extremely pale, and large beads of sweat dripped continuously from his forehead.

His palms were sweaty from nervousness, but it didn't slow down his speed in untying the hair around his neck.

But what he solved was still just a drop in the ocean compared to what remained.

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon..."

Du Tingfeng glanced at his watch every now and then; three minutes had passed since the shriek rang out.

But just then, the sound of high heels, like a death knell, rang out in the stairwell.

Chen Ji had been sent back to his dormitory a minute earlier.

Du Tingfeng closed his eyelids tightly, his hands still frantically fiddling with them. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer so afraid.

Do your best, listen to destiny.

Strands of hair fell down, and the hair on his neck twitched. Although there was still a lot of hair, it could only be considered a single layer.

However, these strange hairs became increasingly tighter as they decreased in number.

The sound of high heels drew closer.

The dormitory manager has already gone down to the second floor. After going up a dozen or so stairs, you'll reach her room.

At that moment, Du Tingfeng's eyes flashed, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

The second hand of his watch finally reached the top.

For Du Tingfeng, bad luck can never last forever.

Good fortune has been a constant throughout his life.

In an instant, the woman's body went from stiff to soft, and the hair and arms that had been restraining him seemed to have lost their life and stopped moving.

Du Tingfeng grabbed the thin layer of hair on his neck and ripped it off!

The cold air filled his trachea once again...

......

The dormitory supervisor gripped the handrail, his large eyes on his forehead burning with rage.

After the emergency lights on the first floor were completely turned off, the corridor became like an abyss, severely limiting her vision.

In her mind, a figure gradually took shape.

A thousand cruel ways to die flashed through the dormitory manager's mind, waiting only to capture her and experiment on them.

After one turn, you'll reach the dormitory manager's room.

Suddenly, a slight clicking sound came from the dormitory entrance.

What's going on?

She abruptly turned her head, remaining motionless as she warily looked towards the lobby.

But it was pitch black there, and you could hardly see anything.

A few seconds later, a short, strange noise suddenly came from the iron lock on the gate, as if someone was trying to unlock it.

In the boundless darkness, the dormitory supervisor let out a chilling laugh from his throat.

She was mocking the lock-picker's overestimation of his abilities.

She deliberately walked slowly, her high heels stomping heavily on the ground, groping her way towards the iron gate in the dark...

In the space beneath the stairs, Chen Ji remained motionless, like a stone sculpture.

He held his breath, feeling that familiar stench waft past him just centimeters away.

The last pebble was tightly clenched in Chen Ji's palm; there were originally three!

He threw the first one onto the floor of the lobby to buy Du Tingfeng time.

The second time, he noticed the dormitory manager's room door was ajar, so he smashed the lock to cover up the sound of the door opening.

Du Tingfeng moved faster than he expected; the third one was no longer needed.

Chen Ji carefully placed the pebbles on the ground and moved quietly towards the dormitory, his footsteps almost inaudible.

This was a skill he developed while in the mental hospital to avoid being dispensed medication.

The dormitory door was still ajar.

He darted inside and gently closed the door.

On the upper bunk opposite, a dark figure was climbing onto the bed—it was Du Tingfeng!

Just as the two locked eyes in the darkness, a furious roar came from outside the door, and then the iron door at the end of the corridor was suddenly pushed open!

The female dormitory supervisor had red eyes. She stumbled to the dormitory entrance, but there was no one there!

The door lock showed no signs of having been opened, which was different from what she had expected.

Even her room was perfectly normal; everything was neatly put back in its place.

Therefore, the screams earlier could only have come from students.

She was about to pick up the booklet on the table when she suddenly stopped and walked out the door.

Her neck stretched out eerily again, and she began to peer into each and every room of the dormitory...

......

The alarm clock, glowing brightly, indicated that it was exactly one o'clock.

An hour has passed since this terrifying farce ended.

As Chen Ji had expected, he had just lain down on the bed and adjusted his breathing when the dormitory supervisor began checking the rooms.

And this time, the duration was unusually long.

Especially in their dormitory, the dormitory manager observed them for more than 20 minutes.

Fortunately, everyone's feigning-sleep skills were at their peak, and nothing happened.

The burly man on the lower bunk suddenly chuckled.

"I thought you wouldn't be coming back."

The atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly eased, and Du Tingfeng, holding his bargaining chip, spoke in a relaxed tone.

"I don't even think I'll die, what are you worried about?"

"Hmph, then what are you guys doing hanging around there? Looking for trouble?"

The burly man rolled his eyes; even a fool could see that Du Tingfeng was in some kind of trouble.

But he was genuinely curious about what had happened before.

"To make a long story short, there was a female student's body in the dormitory manager's room, and she's now blaming me."

"You mean, she came back to life?"

The burly man was startled.

"Yeah, she thought I was too handsome and didn't want me to leave, so she kept bothering me."

"?"

Chen Ji cleared his throat, turned over, and gave up listening to Du Tingfeng's nonsense.

The burly man asked, still somewhat skeptical, "How did you escape?"

He selectively ignored Du Tingfeng's other words, focusing only on the key phrase "corpse... entangled me".

"Who knows? Maybe I was just lucky."

"LOL, really?"

The burly man's eyes flashed, and there was an ambiguous meaning in his laughter: "A newbie as lucky as you is quite rare."

Du Tingfeng sat up abruptly and said seriously, "Right? I also think it's a bit far-fetched."

"So, I still think that the female student was too soft-hearted. She felt that she couldn't have me all to herself, so she might as well let me go and hurt the feelings of other girls."

"......"

The burly man was speechless and swallowed back a curse.

"Old Gong, you have the pen, right?"

Chen Ji interrupted their conversation at just the right moment.

"Ahem, um," the burly man cleared his throat before responding.

Five minutes later, the three gathered at the table and, using the light from the alarm clock, took the pens out of the cloth bag.

There was only a blank sheet of paper on the table, with nothing written on it.

The three men simultaneously gripped their pens, and starting with the burly man, they read aloud in unison:

"Ouija board, Ouija board."

"With utmost sincerity, I implore you to continue our bond."

The request was provided by the burly man, and the group read it several times, but the pens remained untouched.

"That's strange, but I'm right..."

The burly man was a little embarrassed and said in a low voice, "A few more times."

On the sixth time, the three of them suddenly felt a chill on their necks, as if a cold wind had blown past.

The pen wobbled slightly.

The three of them exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as Du Tingfeng was about to ask a question, suddenly, the pen, along with their hands, began to move uncontrollably across the paper, at a very slow speed.

"No...don't..." Du Tingfeng immediately looked over and softly read out the words.

"Don't touch me?"

"what?"

The three immediately let go, and the burly man looked surprised.

The pen slid faster across the paper immediately, as if the three of them were controlling its speed.

What questions do you want to ask?

Du Tingfeng immediately asked, "How many diary entries are there?"

【three】

"Who owns the diary?" the burly man asked immediately, for this was the most important question.

The pen did not answer immediately; instead, it floated in mid-air, its nib swaying.

After a while, it was finally transferred to the paper.

【I know】

So, who exactly is it?

I won't tell you.

"Grass!"

The burly man cursed angrily, suddenly feeling an urge to throw the pen away.

"No need to ask anymore, he can't answer."

Chen Ji's expression was calm, as if he had already anticipated this: "This world was created by the owner of the diary, and he will also be subject to the limitations within it."

"Just like we can't talk about domains publicly."

The pen flew into the air again, tilting its cap forward as if nodding or shaking its head.

Where is the last diary entry?

This time, the pen wrote very quickly:

[Playground, Sports Equipment Room]

The line of text disappeared quickly, and then the pen flew across the paper, the handwriting even becoming somewhat messy:

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