Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

"It's not dead?"

Du Tingfeng was somewhat surprised. He had thought that the Ouija board could only be used in the repeat high school scenario, since predicting the future was such a powerful ability.

The only side effect of a fountain pen is that it will intermittently lie and lead people to death, but this does not seem to have any effect on Chen Ji.

His eyes darted around, and he immediately smiled and said to the pen:

"Tell me, how can you help him?"

The pen began to move across Chen Ji's arm with extremely gentle pressure:

When you encounter a deadly threat

I can issue a warning ten seconds in advance.

It deliberately wrote the words "ten seconds" very vaguely, seemingly trying to downplay the existence of this word.

Chen Ji was taken aback. Wasn't the power of the Ouija board prophecy?

Although there is only one word difference between warning and prophecy, this is a huge mismatch. Prophecy can cover a much wider range.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the pen wrote:

Leaving school

My abilities will be weakened.

"What can ten seconds in advance change?" Du Tingfeng pursed his lips and looked at Chen Ji.

"And you also risk being scammed by it."

Where the pen was out of sight, Chen Ji and Du Tingfeng exchanged a glance, both with the same suspicion in their eyes.

They were basically certain that the pen could not, or rather dared not, directly deceive Chen Ji.

However, the pen previously exhibited obvious deceptive characteristics, and now its ability to self-report is far too poor, suggesting it may be hiding something.

Chen Ji nodded: "It's somewhat useful, but not much."

Hearing their words, the pen cap jerked violently and quickly wrote on Chen Ji's hand:

[I can use it in the real world too]

"so what?"

Du Tingfeng snorted and, seemingly unintentionally, tossed his chips into his hand and spun them around.

“Other strange creatures of your size can bring far more benefits to their hosts in reality than your abilities can.”

"For example, power, money..."

He rolled up his sleeve, seemingly checking the time, or perhaps admiring the expensive watch on his wrist.

"..."

Chen Ji cleared his throat, remaining silent for a moment, pretending that he was unaware of the side effects of the chips.

However, it is indeed a relatively useless feature because the warning time is too short.

If you're going to die in ten seconds, then the ghost is probably already right in front of you; there's no need for a pen to warn you.

The pen hesitated for a long time, then suddenly lowered its cap, much like a person looking dejected.

One chance per domain

[Rewrite your destiny in ten minutes]

[After using it, I will enter a twelve-hour sleep period.]

Unable to be woken up

"I knew this guy was hiding something."

Du Tingfeng sneered. Just as they expected, the pen had indeed not told the truth before.

However, his and Chen Ji's PUA skills are still superior.

He caught the pen in mid-air and handed it to Chen Ji with a smile.

"Now it's starting to be somewhat useful."

Chen Ji took the pen, casually put it in his pocket, seemingly not caring much, and turned to look at the river in front of him.

However, a ripple stirred within him, making him appear less calm than he seemed on the surface.

If Chen Ji's guess is correct, this is the essential skill of the fountain pen, not a prophecy!

Chen Ji had vaguely guessed before that the ability to predict the future would not be brought to the outside world, because it was very likely that it was not really [predicting the future], but rather that the pen learned all the information in the repeated worlds.

Of course, without the Ouija board's two answers, the group would never have found the third diary, let alone known their way out.

In an extremely dangerous school, this means they don't have to spend time and their lives searching for clues.

However, the answers given to the two of them by the Ouija board later actually went beyond the scope of prophecy and were more like the "destiny prediction" in Bazi (Four Pillars of Destiny).

The power to rewrite destiny is far more powerful than prophecy.

Simply put, he enabled Chen Ji to defy fate!

This is almost equivalent to Chen Ji being able to live one more life than others in the domain!

As he stroked the pen cap, Chen Ji suddenly had an almost intuitive guess.

The source of these strange abilities is not the spirit within the pen, but rather the pen itself...

Behind him, Du Tingfeng narrowed his eyes.

He held the chips tightly in his hand, his mind completely unmoved.

No matter how special the strange creature's abilities are, even if it could bring him back to life, it wouldn't be as useful to Du Tingfeng as this chip in his hand.

The best ability is the one that suits you.

Du Tingfeng pursed his lips, and a gentle figure appeared in his mind, causing a bittersweet pain to flash through his heart, as if it had been suddenly clenched.

Only absolute, one hundred percent luck could save her...

A few minutes later, the water flow ahead was cut off by the slope, and a gate of light stood in front of the majestic mountain.

This is the entrance to the real world.

Du Tingfeng disembarked, took off his watch, and handed it to Chen Ji:

"Give it back to me when we meet next time."

With that, he waved his hand, stepped into the portal, and his figure was slowly swallowed up.

Chen Ji flexed his wrists, watched Du Tingfeng's retreating figure, and whispered:

"see you later."

As Chen Ji stepped one foot into the portal, his body tensed instantly, like an animal preparing to hunt.

......

A villa on a mountain in the easternmost district of Tianhai City.

Du Tingfeng opened his eyes, still wearing the clothes he wore before entering the domain. The soft beams of spotlights greeted him, and the curtains were not drawn, indicating that it was already night outside.

He immediately looked at the clock; it was exactly seven o'clock in the evening.

The agreement with Chen Ji was to arrive at Tianhai Mental Hospital before 7:20.

A gentle female voice came from outside the door, as if she had noticed the commotion inside.

"Xiao Feng, you're back?"

"Mmm." Du Tingfeng put on his coat, pushed open the door, and was about to say something when he suddenly twitched his nose.

The next second, he helplessly shouted into another room:

"You cooked for yourself again?"

"Oh dear!" the woman exclaimed softly, "I was so busy with work that I forgot to make the soup."

Du Tingfeng shook his head, took a few steps down the stairs, and found the kitchen on the first floor filled with smoke and the acrid smell of burning food making it almost impossible for Du Tingfeng to open his eyes.

He covered his nose, turned off the stove, and then rushed to the door.

A slow, leisurely footstep came from upstairs, and the woman's voice sounded a little surprised: "You're not eating at home?"

Du Tingfeng casually grabbed a set of car keys from the entryway, shook his head at the upstairs, and spoke very quickly.

"I have something to do here, I'll be back in forty minutes."

The door slammed shut, and less than five seconds later, Du Tingfeng turned back and opened the door again, shouting upstairs as if he had remembered something, "Don't cook!"

"I'm ordering takeout for you, don't forget to pick it up later."

With another loud slam of the door closing, the woman upstairs paused, shook her head, and chuckled to herself.

"It's just that I burned the pot... several times. It's not like I can't cook."

She gave a soft hum, turned and walked into the house, her brows slowly furrowing.

"If it's not schizophrenia, then what could it be...?"

......

With the hum of the automatic door opening, a dazzling white light flashed for a moment.

As Du Tingfeng entered the garage, rows of ring lights illuminated around him.

At the very end, there was a silver-white sports car, its lines brimming with boundless power and dynamism, like a sleeping beast awaiting its master's arrival.

Du Tingfeng stepped into the car, and the screen on his phone still showed the takeout order he had just placed.

He brought up the map, glanced at the time, and it was exactly 7:05.

It's rush hour now, and my phone shows that Tianhai Third Mental Hospital is nearly 30 kilometers away.

Du Tingfeng took a deep breath, his gaze falling on the golden emblem on the steering wheel, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered the hints he received when he was about to face the highest difficulty boss in a game.

"Do you want to continue?"

The roar of the engine sounded like the howl of a wild beast.

Du Tingfeng stepped on the gas pedal as if he had clicked the left mouse button.

He accepted the challenge!