Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Following the navigation, the three arrived at Guishan Tin Mine Company the following afternoon.

Chen Ji pushed open the car door and looked at the dilapidated mine in front of him, which had obviously been abandoned for a long time.

He had a strange, intense sense of unreality...

The Hair Ghost was brought out from here.

Just in case, Chen Ji had already carried several bricks with him, just in case there were still some hairs left here.

"This place is really remote." Xu Sandao looked around.

This is already deep in the mountains. Coming down from the country road, there is only one bumpy road leading here, and it is obvious that the mine itself dug it.

Their car was parked in front of a rusty iron gate with a mine sign that was only half intact.

Behind the door was a winding path overgrown with weeds, stretching as far as the eye could see.

There's a tin shed next to the gate; it must be the gatehouse.

Through the window, you could see that inside there was only a rickety table and a wooden bed, the quilt on which was leaking.

"Go in and have a look."

Chen Yuetan said, "I don't know if Zeng Guichuan has come back in the past few years."

He pushed the door; it wasn't locked, but it seemed to be blocked by something, allowing him to push it open only a small gap, just big enough for one person to squeeze through.

After Chen Ji went inside, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment:

"It's a chair."

It was a chair that seemed out of place in this tin-roofed house, blocking the doorway.

It looked like it had been salvaged from a design exhibition; the color was inexplicably strange, a dirty grayish-white all over.

The chair back, chair body, and even the four chair legs were all painted this color.

It's not made of iron; it feels dry to the touch, like the plastic film that used to be stuck on furniture.

Chen Ji pulled out the chair, and after the other two people came in, the room became a bit cramped.

The desk was cluttered with miscellaneous items, the ashtray was full, and the cigarette butts were as dry as freshly burned wheat straw.

"Passage record".

Chen Yuetan glanced at the laptop on the table.

He opened the notebook and slowly read aloud:

"It started as early as June 2011... and it should have been updated every six months."

"Ok?"

He asked Chen Ji and the other person to come and take a look.

"The management here is stricter than in prison. Employees don't even have names, and they can only enter and not leave."

They are all referred to by numbers, and the list has already reached over 100.

Chen Yuetan flipped through a few more pages and finally saw the name:

"October 1, Duan Cong, General Manager Zeng, Mr. Wang."

"October 3, Duan Cong, General Manager Zeng, Mr. Wang."

......

Throughout October, the three men visited the mine every few days, seemingly for inspection.

Who is Mr. Wang?

Chen Yuetan frowned and muttered to himself.

“He should be Zeng Guichuan’s business partner, who later went to Yanjing.” Chen Ji sat in his chair, thought for a moment, and said softly, “I’ve seen this name in Duan Cong’s emails.”

The email at the time looked like this:

From: Duan Cong

[Mr. Zeng, who should I contact after I arrive in Yantai/Beijing?]

[Reply from: Mr. Zeng]

It's still Mr. Wang.

Then, until the end of November, none of the three showed up.

“In November, I went to Chuncheng. Wang returned to Yanjing, and Duan went to deliver the hair…” Chen Ji said softly.

Chen Yuetan turned another page: "Zeng Guichuan came back in early December."

"A week later, he left again, and there were no new records after that."

Chen Ji glanced at the calendar beside him: "After he left, the entire mine ceased operations."

The calendar also stopped at December 2011.

“Even if someone else comes later, it won’t be recorded in this notebook.” Chen Yuetan shook his head: “The security guards have all left.”

That being said, he still flipped through the pages, and sure enough, all he saw were blank pages—

Until the very last one.

"There's a name!"

Chen Ji was somewhat surprised; the font of this name was different from the previous ones, and the handwriting was very elegant.

Summer 2018

I'm all alone.

[Written by Yang Yu at an abandoned mine]

"Yang Yu...and it was left behind in 2018."

Chen Ji murmured, "This person clearly doesn't know the name of the mine, yet he's leaving his name here like a tourist souvenir."

Xu Sandao came over and silently glanced at this page, then at Chen Yuetan, without saying a word.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.

Chen Yuetan lowered his eyes, tore off the paper with a blank expression, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Uncle, do you know him...?"

Chen Ji was startled and asked tentatively.

Chen Yuetan nodded and simply said, "My former teammates."

Chen Ji opened his mouth, but still didn't ask about the current situation of this "Yang Yu".

Chen Yuetan lifted Wusu off his back, his face calm and showing no signs of emotion.

"We all call him..."

“A-Yang”.

“Last time in the domain, only Su Qiuyue, him, and I survived.”

Chen Ji calculated the timeline and was somewhat confused: "Didn't he come out with you?"

Chen Yuetan said, "No."

"He escaped not long after entering the domain."

He paused again before saying softly, "After I left the domain, I didn't go looking for you immediately because I wanted to find A-Yang and Su Qiuyue first."

In the end, Chen Yuetan returned to Tianhai alone.

The answer is self-evident.

Chen Ji didn't ask any more questions. It was obvious that Yang Yu had also learned about the secrets related to the Domain River in southern Yunnan during the last Domain visit.

"cough."

A soft cough broke the silence in the room. Chen Ji turned his head and saw Xu Sandao standing on the wooden bed, deep in thought.

"The tin mine employees left in a hurry."

He said, pointing to the military overcoat hanging on the wall.

"I found an ID card in here, it should belong to the security guard?"

Something is wrong.

Chen Ji frowned and said, "Why did you leave in such a hurry? You didn't even bring your identification?"

Xu Sandao shook his head, jumped off the bed, and handed his ID card to Chen Ji, who was sitting in a chair.

The man above was in his forties or fifties, and looked very honest, like the old farmers you could see anywhere in the village.

His face bore the marks of time, and there was a mole next to his mouth with a hair growing on it.

"Wu Jinbao..."

Chen Ji thought, "Born in 1969——"

He had only spoken halfway when he was suddenly drowned out by a trembling howl!

"Uncle—"

This voice doesn't belong to any of them!

Chen Ji was startled and immediately looked around, but he couldn't see a single person!

Xu Sandao was also stunned.

Chen Yuetan frowned and stood in front of Chen Ji and the other person. Wusu in his arms seemed to have been awakened by the crying and rubbed his eyes.

The room returned to silence.

Whether it was the material of the chair or the howling he had just heard, Chen Ji felt a chill run down his spine.

His mind raced, and within seconds he detected the anomaly:

The group had been inside for over ten minutes, and the voice hadn't appeared yet, but after they received their ID cards...

Was that voice made by the security guard?

Without hesitation, Chen Ji immediately shouted, "Wu Jinbao!"

"Uncle—"

The howls resumed, this time even more devastating.

and many more.

Chen Ji's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He very slowly touched the armrest of the chair.

Then, as if in disbelief, he raised his head.

The three of them looked at each other.

Chen stood up from the chair with extreme care, feeling the leather on the back of the chair tremble like waves of wheat as if blown by the wind.

Suddenly, Wusu tilted his head, pointed under the chair, and shouted in disgust:

"Mom, there's a bastard over there!"

Chen Ji gently flipped the chair over to the ground, and in an instant, his whole body stiffened.

"...Wu Jinbao?"

Chen Ji murmured.

Right at the bottom of that pale, completely covered iron chair—

An aged face was stuck firmly to the back of the chair seat, as flat as a sheet of paper.

And the facial features look as if they were printed on it.

Only at the very top, two cloudy eyeballs protrude, slowly secreting a liquid like tears.

as well as.....

The raised mole beside her mouth trembled slightly with a scream of utter despair.

"Uncle—"

help me.