Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Wan Xiaoshuang opened her eyes.

She stared blankly at the empty study, lost in thought.

After a while, Wan Xiaoshuang pulled out a chair and sat down.

On the desk in front of her was a mountain of documents. She pushed all the documents aside and took out a folder from a locked drawer.

The information inside hasn't been updated in a long time.

"November 2011... Night flight; from Kunming to Yantai."

Wan Xiaoshuang tried to record it.

"It really is reality."

She murmured, carefully choosing her words, and wrote down the information about Duan Cong and the Guishan Tin Mine.

After finishing writing, Wan Xiaoshuang noted down the page number and turned to the first page of the folder.

Several photos were posted here.

At the top is a candid photo of a man in his forties or fifties, who is overweight and smoking a cigar.

The neat handwriting next to it reads: "Zeng Guichuan".

A black line connects him to the second photograph...

This photo has an indescribable eeriness about it.

The slender man, wearing a black trench coat, stood tall and exuded an extraordinary air.

His expression was very serious, and his eyes showed contempt.

However, the hand that held the cane... had no flesh or blood.

It is a grayish-white hand bone.

There was only one word written next to this photo:

"Ten thousand".

Wan Xiaoshuang's lips trembled uncontrollably after glancing at the photo.

A multitude of emotions flashed across her eyes in an instant.

Humiliation, hatred, sorrow, and despair...

Like a fire beneath the earth, it will never go out.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was no emotion left in them.

drip.

A text message arrived:

[Xu San said: I need to go back to Chuncheng in the next few days.]

Wan Xiaoshuang was silent for two seconds, then took a picture of the information she had just recorded and sent it over.

[Xiao Shuang: This is what I gained from this domain.]

[Xiao Shuang: Also, I met Chen Ji.]

After sending the message, she flipped to the last page of the folder—

The twelve names start with "Zeng Guichuan" and end with "Yang Yu".

At the very top of all the names, there was a large question mark.

She stared at that page silently for a long time before closing the folder.

"call......"

She sighed softly and stood up from her desk.

After a while.

Wan Xiaoshuang, dressed in plain clothes, walked into another room.

This is a meditation room, like a snow cave, with almost no decorations.

Only on the frontmost mahogany shelf was a bamboo flute.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are towering, ancient trees; Wan Xiaoshuang's home seems to be nestled deep within a forest.

Wan Xiaoshuang knelt on the prayer mat, surrounded by silence, with only her shallow breathing.

I don't know how long it took...

The sky outside was just beginning to lighten.

She suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head in a daze.

A red butterfly, transparent like a phantom, flew to her shoulder.

Wan Xiaoshuang murmured softly:

"elder sister."

"I am not tired."

......

"yawn--"

Sunlight streamed into the room, and Chen Ji slowly opened his eyes, feeling that he had finally rested.

It was early morning of the second day after leaving the territory.

It was already 5 a.m. when I left the domain.

However, the flight back to Tianhai was still delayed and didn't take off until the afternoon. By the time we arrived in Tianhai, it was already evening.

Chen Ji didn't hear any noise outside; Liu Zi should still be fast asleep in the next room.

Chen Yuetan and Wusu went to another province, so Chen Ji brought Liu Zi back home and let him live with him.

Chen Ji was too tired after returning last night, so he only briefly informed Du Tingfeng and his uncle that he was safe.

Swipe open your phone, and you'll find many unread messages...

First is Chen Yuetan:

Come visit me in Kunming at the end of the month.

Chen Ji was stunned, not expecting to see this place name again.

After inquiring, I learned that this was Chen Yuetan's second trip to southern Yunnan.

"Go to southern Yunnan to find a tomb...?"

Chen Ji's heart stirred slightly.

Hair Ghost.

The Spring City serial murder case... and the old Guishan Tin Mine.

Southern Yunnan seems to hold many secrets; even the Six Yin Men had been there.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Ji decided to finish his own research before discussing Zeng Guichuan's matter with his uncle.

Next was Xu Sandao.

Ask him if he had seen Wan Xiaoshuang.

Chen Ji: Hmm.

Xu Sandao replied instantly:

She's not with the company, so she can be trusted.

[Xu San said: I was originally planning to introduce you two later, but I didn't expect you to enter a domain with her.]

[Xu San said: Wan Xiaoshuang is very strong. She has an A-level monster, but she hasn't opened the Netherworld yet.]

This was not too unexpected for Chen Ji.

All signs, such as Wan Xiaoshuang's indifferent attitude when Hair Ghost proposed the deal...

And there was that incredibly sharp lotus sword, which he had taken from his heart.

It seems this is Wan Xiaoshuang's A-grade strange object.

I just don't know how she obtained it... Wan Xiaoshuang probably hasn't reached the 9th domain yet, so the probability of her obtaining an A-level monster on her own is extremely low, almost zero.

After thinking about the pen and the chips, Chen Ji wasn't too surprised.

Everyone has their own secrets.

Xu Sandao sent another message:

How about we meet for dinner tomorrow?

Consider this a celebration for my promotion.

He even posted a happy emoji, which is quite rare for him.

Chen Ji thought for a moment and replied: "I want to go to Chuncheng."

Xu Sandao: That's even better.

Xu San said: I was going to Chuncheng anyway to take care of some business, so let's meet there.

"what?"

Chen Ji was really confused this time. Why did they all want to go to Chuncheng?

He tentatively replied:

[Chen Ji: Are you going there to do business for the company?]

[Xu Sandao: No, I'm on annual leave]

There was no further reply after that.

It's incoherent and doesn't have a beginning or an end.

Chen Ji frowned, unsure of Xu Sandao's meaning.

He calculated the time and sent a message to Chen Yuetan, asking if he could bring a friend.

Chen Yuetan: Yes.

[Chen Yuetan: I'm not sure about the location of the tomb yet. You can explore Kunming with your friends first.]

[Chen Yuetan: Mainly, I was worried about you being alone in Tianhai. It would be better if you came here.]

[Chen Yuetan: (Photo)]

Wu Su is eating rice noodles.

[Chen Yuetan: There are many local snacks in southern Yunnan, and the climate is also quite nice.]

Chen Yuetan: I miss you.

Chen Ji: ? ?

Chen Yuetan: ...It was sent by Wusu, telling you to hurry up.

Chen Ji chuckled, put down his phone, and looked at the little monkey beside him.

The little monkey lay curled up asleep beside the pillow, its tail tucked in.

Chen Ji was speechless for a moment. To be honest, the little monkey doll was like this 99% of the time, very quiet.

It's not as mischievous as a fountain pen, always causing trouble.

He even saved Chen Ji's life...

He had assumed the little monkey would remain like this, its mouth sewn shut, serving as a reconnaissance monster.

However, the appearance of the Three Wise Monkeys shattered Chen Ji's self-righteousness.

The Three Wise Monkeys and the Little Monkey, although they share the same body... give him completely different feelings.

[Words] are very powerful, but the price is clear: anyone who uses them will die.

Although the traveler who was beheaded by the Three Wise Monkeys was already dead... a trace of worry still flashed through Chen Ji's mind.

He didn't know how strong the side effects would be if the little monkey could completely break the seal on its mouth.

How much blood, how many lives, will be needed as the price...?

However, it might not be that serious.

Chen Ji looked at the fountain pen on the bedside table. The pen had already lit up slightly, and after Chen Ji's second mark lit up a bit, he wrote a line of text:

【wait for me】

There was no further response after that.

But Chen Ji already knew that the pen's passive function had been restored.

Drip!

"Who else is messaging me?" Chen Ji was taken aback.

He tapped the screen, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the emotion in them gradually turned to joy.

[Du Tingfeng: @Faye, @Ji, come to the hospital when you wake up]

[Du Tingfeng: My sister has regained consciousness!]

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Merry Christmas everyone! May you all have a peaceful, happy, and prosperous year ahead!

Note: The flute-playing mystery [Butterfly Transformation] in this chapter was based on a concept provided by a reader named "Single-Digit Male Lead," and it will appear later.