Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

After Chen Ji finished speaking, he immediately flipped the paper over, revealing another half-page on the back.

The number [29] was hastily written in the upper right corner.

"Only this side records what actually happened today."

He quickly read the following sentence:

I didn't go back to my dorm last night.

I stole a cell phone from the dorm manager's room. I don't care whose it is, as long as it lets me buy gas.

The bell for morning reading had already rung, and I knew they had all returned to the teaching building.

At this moment, I am sitting in front of the equipment room, and I can clearly hear the sound of flames burning inside.

And the screams of that damned gym teacher.

It's just that he discovered the gasoline I had left behind the equipment room; it almost ruined my plans.

Hahahaha, the thought of him being burned by flames right now makes me genuinely happy!

The feeling of having your skin burned off must be incredibly painful, right?

The feeling of being trapped in a house and unable to escape is very desperate, isn't it?

But none of this can compare to the pain Yue felt when she jumped from the building.

It couldn't compare to the despair Li and Meng felt when they drowned.

Everyone here

Everyone must experience this pain.

They all deserve to die

Must Die

In the three diaries, the diarist's mental state visibly deteriorated until he completely collapsed.

"She's gone mad."

Chen Ji sighed and was about to get up when he saw the burly man outside the door staring intently at his back.

It was filled with intense fear!

Chen Ji felt a chill run down his spine in an instant, and the next second, he smelled a strong odor of burnt coal.

It floated in from behind him...

Du Tingfeng stood at the very back, his whole body tingling.

He clearly saw that almost as soon as Chen Ji finished reading the diary, a charred corpse suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost.

The timeline in their diary overlaps with their current world!

The charred corpse was completely carbonized, with much of its skin peeled off, revealing the muscles and bones underneath.

The PE teacher was burned alive in this room by the diarist!

Chen Ji understood everything almost as soon as he smelled the aroma.

His mind raced for a second, and he shouted at the burly man:

"run!"

The next second, he rushed straight to the door, trying to lure the charred corpse outside.

In this hut, killing the charred corpses would be easier than killing chickens.

Just then, Chen Ji's eyes suddenly widened.

He could feel the charred corpse following closely behind him; he was only one step away from the iron gate!

The iron gate in front of them was closing rapidly, and through the gap, the burly man's sinister face was revealed.

The sunlight that had spilled in from outside gradually faded away.

Until the very last ray of light was shut out through the door.

The next second, the sound of a lock clicking shut came from outside.

......

Last night, at 11:14 PM.

The strong man's full name is Gong Changqing.

He curled up in bed, his heart pounding in his chest.

A few seconds later, he calmed his breathing and looked at the pen he was clutching tightly in his hand.

Gong Changqing glanced at the door; the high heels were already close to the first floor, but the dormitory manager wouldn't come over for at least two minutes.

Chen Ji and Du Tingfeng, trapped in her room, were natural bait.

They died because of bad luck.

Gong Changqing gritted his teeth; he was different!

No matter what, he had to live!

Just to see that innocent face, to see the happy smile on his face when I saw him...

Without a second's hesitation, he grabbed a piece of paper from the table and gripped the pen tightly with both hands.

The alarm clock's glow clearly illuminated his distorted expression.

"Ouija board! Ouija board!"

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

A minute later, he put away the papers, his expression calm.

But in Gong Changqing's eyes, there was only endless coldness and determination.

......

One point and five.

As the answer to the third diary entry emerged, Gong Changqing disappeared behind the two men.

In the darkness, no one saw the ruthlessness on his face.

The two sentences from the Ouija board resurfaced in his mind:

You will die

[Died in the sports equipment room]

......

The sun had fully risen, and the morning sunlight shone on Gong Changqing's face.

He leaned against the iron gate and let out a long breath.

He escaped his fate!

The prophecy is already very clear.

Gong Changqing's path to death was marked by the charred corpse in the equipment room.

He might feel a little guilty, but very little.

If Chen Ji's idea is followed and the charred corpse is allowed to escape, he, with his mobility issues, has a higher probability of dying than others!

The sunlight warmed him and took away Gong Changqing's last trace of guilt.

He straightened up, limped towards the teaching building, looked up at the rooftop, and a glint of longing flashed in his eyes.

For a moment, it felt like the terrace of my home.

A small figure will appear, backlit by the sunlight, smiling at him...

......

behind the door.

Chen Ji's hand was pressed tightly against the cold iron door.

He smelled a strong burning odor and leaned close to his ear.

Death is about to knock on the door before him.

Suddenly, a smell even stronger than the smell of burning came from behind him.

The next second, a large amount of slippery, pungent liquid was splashed all over him!

It's gasoline!

Before Chen Ji could react, he heard a loud crash as the glass on the medal display case in the distance shattered!

A gust of hot wind blew by, and the corpse behind him, as if attracted, slowly turned around and looked at the display case.

Chen Ji immediately turned his head and saw the charred corpse's body clearly. His breath caught in his throat.

The physical education teacher who was burned to death was more terrifying than he had imagined; he was nearly two meters tall and could only be vaguely discerned as a human figure.

All facial features and limbs were burned and distorted.

However, Du Tingfeng was nowhere to be seen behind the corpse!

His heart skipped a beat, and just then, he felt someone tug at his hair.

Du Tingfeng lay on the iron beam above his head, one of his arms hanging down.

As soon as Chen Ji made eye contact with him, he saw the other person immediately make a shushing gesture, then point to his ears and nose, and make an "X" with his eyes.

Chen Ji immediately understood:

A charred corpse can only be heard and smelled, not seen!

Therefore, the gasoline that was splashed on him and on the ground was Du Tingfeng's doing.

On the broken glass of the medal display case, there was an empty oil drum, which Du Tingfeng had thrown down to attract the corpse's attention.

Du Tingfeng then pointed to the ping-pong table where the two of them had just sat, indicating that he should climb from there onto the iron beam.

There was no sound from the doorway, and the smell was masked. The charred corpse was already walking towards the display case.

Chen Ji gritted his teeth and tried to tiptoe as quietly as possible, moving forward step by step.

He carefully held onto the ping-pong table with both hands, straddled it, and almost crawled onto the table.

The charred corpse was groping around the cabinet with its hands, which were no longer recognizable.

In less than a minute, he would realize that there was no one there at all!

Chen Ji stood up shakily from the table, looked up at the iron beam, which was still some distance above his head.

Du Tingfeng had already climbed from the doorway to the top of the ping-pong table, with half of his body hanging from the iron beam and one hand dangling down.

He opened his mouth silently, his lips forming the words: Grab me!

Chen Ji nodded, grabbed Du Tingfeng's hand, and the other man's arm strength was astonishing, lifting him up a bit.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Ji grabbed the iron beam with his other hand, leaped up, and finally climbed up.

Click——click——

Before he could regain his balance, he heard the ping-pong table he had just stepped on crack and groan.

The next second, the table legs suddenly collapsed!

The charred corpse suddenly raised its head, its hollow, sunken eye sockets staring straight at the ping-pong table, and in the blink of an eye, it darted under Chen Ji and Du Tingfeng.

He waved his hand in the air a few times, then suddenly stopped.

The charred corpse raised its head, its completely melted face staring straight at the iron beam above.

Chen Ji's heart sank.

This ghost that was burned to death did not act solely on instinct.

It already knew that someone had stepped on the table and jumped up there!