Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Du Tingfeng was taken aback, and exchanged a glance with Chen Ji, not expecting such an answer.

"The Ouija board has this function?"

Buy one get one free?

"Old Gong, is this normal?"

The burly man shook his head and didn't say anything.

The pen jumped in the air, and for some reason, Chen Ji always felt that its movements were like dancing, as if it were in a very pleasant mood.

A few seconds later, the pen tip pointed at Du Tingfeng.

You're gambling on an unfair game.

Want to know our win rate?

What is it saying?

The burly man was a bit confused; this answer was completely irrelevant and had no connection to the world at all.

Chen Ji's eyes flashed as he remembered that chip.

He looked at Du Tingfeng and found that his face was shockingly pale and his lips were tightly pursed.

"how many?"

Du Tingfeng suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

【0】

The moment the number appeared on the paper, Du Tingfeng stood up abruptly, his face extremely gloomy, like dark clouds before a storm.

He closed his eyes, his trembling fists clenched tightly, as if he wanted to overturn the papers on the table.

The pen flew across the paper, drawing black lines to cover the words that had just been written.

A rustling sound rang out on the paper, growing faster and faster, almost like a terrifying, shrill sound, excitedly chuckling!

Chen Ji patted Du Tingfeng on the shoulder, and the latter sat down silently, no longer saying a word.

He turned his head to look at the pen that was swinging strangely, his voice calm.

"Ouija board spirit, it's my turn."

What is your answer to me?

......

The pen tip traced an arc in the air, and after several circles, it finally pointed at Chen Ji.

It remained motionless, its cap trembling slightly, as if it were contemplating what to write.

five minutes later.

"Why isn't it moving?" The burly man was a little confused.

Chen Ji also sensed something was wrong. When the pen pointed at Du Tingfeng, he almost immediately jumped onto the paper and wrote down the answer.

But now, the pen tip just stares blankly at him, without making a sound.

It's like the computer crashed.

"Ouija board spirit, are you still there?"

Chen Ji touched the pen, and the pen jerked as if startled.

It finally slowly descended onto the paper, but stopped a few millimeters away from the paper.

The ink has yet to come into contact with the paper.

"Can you write it?" Chen Ji frowned. "If you can't, then forget it."

As if provoked by his words, the pen scribbled several black lines on the paper.

It moved to an empty space, paused for a few seconds, and then, as if it had finally made its first stroke, made its first stroke.

"What did you write?"

Everyone looked at it at the same time, and even Du Tingfeng, who was in a bad mood, was attracted by the pen's excessively long forward tilt.

After watching for a while, the burly man couldn't help but ask, "What is it doing?"

"Is this... not writing?"

The pen moved slowly for so long, but only drew four irregular circles on the paper.

"You want to buy an Audi?" Du Tingfeng looked at Chen Ji in confusion.

"...I don't even have a driver's license."

Suddenly, the pen's previously slow strokes accelerated, as if it had entered a berserk mode, rapidly scribbling across the four circles it had just drawn.

The black lines were so strong that they almost pierced through the paper.

In the end, this small area was completely blacked out, and not a trace of the previous marks could be seen.

"...That's it?"

The burly man was a little skeptical. He glanced at Chen Ji and saw that he also looked puzzled.

"and many more."

Chen Ji suddenly paused, and the pen was moved to another place.

This time it was very fast, and it only drew a winding line.

It looks like a strand of hair, or a clumsy little worm.

This is your answer.

After finishing the pen drawing, he quickly wrote the sentence on the paper and then immediately stopped moving.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment. The burly man tried to communicate with the Ouija board again, but the pen seemed dead and did not respond at all.

"And what was Lao Gong's answer?"

Du Tingfeng glanced at the burly man, then looked at Chen Ji.

"And what is that line?"

Chen Ji shook his head; he really didn't know.

The burly man's face looked very unpleasant.

"This thing is just messing with us, can't you see that yet?"

After a moment of silence, Chen Ji said, "Never mind."

"At least we have obtained the most important piece of information: the location of the third diary entry."

Du Tingfeng nodded absentmindedly, but the burly man suddenly asked:

Is it possible that it is lying?

Chen Ji did not answer his question immediately. He frowned, having the same doubt in his mind.

This fountain pen is strange.

Its behavior and process are completely different from those of ordinary Ouija boards.

Even the previous summoning steps seemed unnecessary for it.

The answers given to Meng Yue and Du Tingfeng by the Ouija board were visibly malicious.

The eerie scratching sound of the pen as it answered Du Tingfeng gave everyone a chilling feeling.

Like a wicked demon, gloating and snickering!

However, the answer pointed out by the Ouija board was the only direction they could face.

Chen Ji pondered for a moment before speaking:

"We have to go check out the sports equipment room no matter what."

"Moreover, in any case, the Ouija board's prediction of Meng Yue's death has already come true."

Du Tingfeng and the burly man both nodded silently; they really didn't have any other choice at the moment.

The three of them discussed it for a while and decided to conduct the investigation during the break between classes after morning exercises the next day.

The sports equipment room is right next to the playground.

......

At 5:30 a.m., everyone gathered on the track.

The temperature has warmed up a bit today, and it's not so cold anymore, but the sky is still as black as ink.

The sun won't rise until at least six o'clock.

"If we're lucky, we'll be able to leave this hellhole in less than seven hours."

The burly man was positioned between Chen Ji and Du Tingfeng, with Ding Xiang following behind him. His leg injury hadn't healed, so he still couldn't run.

"What will you do with your leg after you get out?" Chen Ji asked.

"Unless you die, the wounds inside can't be carried into reality," the burly man explained simply, adding that he had suffered even more severe injuries in the previous domain.

"After I get out, I'm going to enjoy myself for a month and take my daughter to Disneyland."

The burly man suddenly spoke, his eyes, which had always been cold and hard, now softened slightly.

"How many of you are there?"

"Playing games, of course," Du Tingfeng replied matter-of-factly.

Ding Xiang, standing behind, spoke with a hint of longing in her cool voice: "I want to go to the mountains for a vacation, to sketch and gather inspiration."

"Since we don't know when we'll die, we might as well see more of the scenery in this limited time we have."

After saying that, she looked at Chen Ji: "And you?"

"Where else could he go?" The burly man rolled his eyes. "He's probably staying in a mental hospital."

Ding Xiang was taken aback, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face.

Over the past two days, she had completely forgotten about Chen Ji's matricide.

After thinking for a moment, she hesitated and said:

"Actually... I feel you're more normal than most people."

Chen Ji smiled but didn't say anything.

A dozen minutes later, the morning exercise officially ended with the sound of a whistle.

The crowd moved slowly toward the teaching building, and Ding Xiang was among them. From a distance, she made a praying gesture toward the three of them.

I hope they find the third diary successfully.

Chen Ji looked at Du Tingfeng and the burly man. The three of them exchanged glances, then turned away from the crowd.

Ahead of them stood a dilapidated little building, which was the sports equipment room.