Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Wu Gong did not shy away from the fact that he had deceived everyone.

“That sentence is an important clue,” he said slowly. “It’s very valuable.”

The implication is that Jiang Zhong must do something in order to receive those two sentences.

This is the main reason why Jiang Zhong became lame.

Because Wu Gong asked him to climb onto the roof of the Zheng family's main room, wedge his phone under the tiles, and film a timed video inside the house!

Filming was scheduled to begin an hour later, by which time everyone had gone to the Zhou family's house; the filming time was set for three hours.

"What good will doing this do you?" Jiang Zhong couldn't help but ask after listening.

Wu Gong said calmly, "It has nothing to do with me personally."

"This is for the team's benefit. We've been in the domain for so long, and you've never even met Grandma Zheng. Don't you find that strange?"

"There's another reason... you'll understand when you hear those two lines."

Jiang Zhong ultimately accepted the deal.

The person keeping watch for him was Yin Ziqin, whom he met on the road.

Yin Ziqin was unaware that he had made a deal with Wu Gong; she only thought that Jiang Zhong had discovered a problem with the wife and had gone to investigate.

The only good news is that Yin Ziqin doesn't seem to have a very close relationship with Wu Gong, and she doesn't realize that the poem is missing two sentences.

Unfortunately, just as Jiang Zhong put his phone down, Xiao Yan returned, causing Jiang Zhong to fall to the ground in his haste.

However, Yin Ziqin acted quickly and hid Jiang Zhong so that Xiao Yan wouldn't find him.

Next, the hour of Wei (1-3 PM) arrived...

Xiao Yan led them out.

Pulling back the memories from his mind, Jiang Zhong looked at Wu Gong with gritted teeth in hatred.

Wu Gong smiled at him, brushed past him, and walked away side by side with Yin Ziqin.

Jiang Zhong, who had fallen to the very back, looked at his right hand.

A note had just been slipped inside.

It says on it.....

A woman eats her mother's flesh, and a son beats a drum made of his father's skin.

A "[4]" was hastily written next to it.

This is the fourth sentence.

Mother and daughter—Widow Li and Li Fengxiu!

Did Li Fengxiu eat the flesh of Widow Li?

What about the father and son?

Does Mr. Zhou have a son? I don't think so.

Or......

"Xiao Yan".

Jiang Zhong suddenly looked up and heard Wu Gong ask:

Where is your Master Zheng?

......

Zhou family.

All eight entrants sat around in the side room.

While Chen Ji and the other two were cutting the meat, Xiao Yan took them away. It was already past noon, and the afternoon painting was about to begin.

“We’ve figured out the Zheng family’s situation,” Wu Gong said. “Three people.”

"Mr. Zheng, Mrs. Zheng, and their adopted son are on their way home."

"Huh?" Tan Xiangsong said in surprise, "How come there's another Master Zheng? I've never heard anyone mention him before?"

Wu Gong shook his head: "The reason I know this is because I saw Master Zheng's calligraphy on the wall of the inner room."

"The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful; this is definitely not the work of a young person."

Xiao Yan didn't hide anything, saying that the master was also bedridden.

This made Wu Gong suspicious.

Because when he was spying from the rooftop, through the gauze curtain, it seemed that there were no two people lying on the bed.

He glanced at everyone but didn't say anything. Everything would be clear once the video was reviewed.

besides.....

Wu Gong's words were clearly a lie.

There were indeed paintings in the side room, but the painter was probably a young man, and his technique was rather immature. That was Young Master Zheng's room.

Clearly, Wu Gong first presented the effect and then deduced the cause.

The characters that have appeared so far are: Widow Li's husband has been dead for many years; Master Zhou seems to be all alone... so only the Zheng family fits the description of "the son beating the father's skin drum".

Moreover, Young Master Zheng was the true protagonist of the wedding banquet.

It is said that he should return to Sanhuai Village in the next couple of days.

On the other side, the group shared their experiences from noon, including the two ghosts in the Li family; confirming that the human-sheep in the betrothal gifts was Ah Chui; and Ah Bu being killed by Li Fengxiu after turning into a human-sheep.

Now only Ah Jian is left.

Judging from his attitude, he seems to have never eaten mutton before.

Why was Ah Jian the only one not tricked into eating mutton?

Chen Ji thought to himself, "A-Jian has always acted very strangely."

It was as if he had something sad on his mind.

Just then, Ah Jian pulled his donkey cart over.

There are some tools on there, as well as the wood that everyone chopped down this morning.

It was chopped into planks.

"These are the blueprints."

"Polish and paint," Ah Jian said. "Red base, with a 'double happiness' character painted in white on top."

"Single happiness".

Instead of writing "囍", write "happy"?

Yin Ziqin confirmed again and again that it was indeed the character "喜" (joy).

But Chen Ji remembered that he had seen it that morning; A-Jian and A-Bu both had red cloths with the character "囍" tied to their belts.

His expression suddenly changed slightly.

If Chen Ji remembers correctly...

The red cloth on Abu's body was much rougher than the one on Ajian's body!

Although they look similar, if you look closely, you'll find that the fabric on A-Jian's pants is shinier and has a texture more like a woman's handkerchief than coarse cloth!

Moreover, the double happiness character was embroidered in a small and exquisite manner, with not a single thread showing.

Looking at Ah Jian's calloused, rough hands, Chen Ji didn't believe that the words on the cloth were embroidered by the other party herself.

Who could that be?

Chen Ji had a preliminary guess.

Given their age and social standing, they must also possess embroidery skills...

He watched without saying a word as Ah Jian left with a sullen face.

After a while.

Following the blueprints, the group took out the longest plank and sawed it into a square with sides of more than 1 meter.

This is a big table.

And only one is built.

Next came the wooden legs, the seat, the backrest...

There are no special requirements for the chairs, only that they should also be painted red, and a total of 6 should be made.

The group split into two groups.

Chu, Du, Chen, and Chang went to handle the wedding table.

The remaining four people hit the chairs.

Tan Xiangsong breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was to be assigned to a group with Chu Jing!

He didn't care whether he was judging people by their appearance; he just felt from the bottom of his heart that when he was with Chu Jing, the air around them turned cold and the magnetic field was extremely eerie.

Yin Ziqin tied her hair up, took a hand drill, and started chiseling mortises with Jiang Zhong.

In ancient times, there were no screws, and wooden products were all made with mortise and tenon joints, requiring two people to work together.

I don't know how much time passed...

All the tenons were hammered through and embedded into the chair; the first chair was now partially assembled.

Yin Ziqin and Jiang Zhong were sweating profusely.

Wu Gong and Tan Xiangsong were brought in to sand and paint the surface.

Every corner of the chair was soon painted with vermilion paint, giving off a faint fishy smell.

Nobody wanted to know what the raw materials of this can of paint were.

The first chair has been assembled and set aside to dry. Next, following the same process, assemble the remaining chairs...

It was already past Shen Shi (3-5 PM).

However, around three or four in the afternoon, it was almost completely dark, so they had to move their work location outside and work by the light of the red lanterns.

The progress suddenly slowed down.

In the air, besides the fishy smell of vermilion lacquer, there was a faint, damp coolness.

Yin Ziqin sniffed:

"It is going to rain?"

A few cold raindrops wet her cheeks.

Yin Ziqin was startled and immediately shouted:

"Quick! Move all the tables and chairs to the porch—"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a muffled clap of thunder boomed in everyone's ears, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, suddenly illuminating the entire courtyard!

Yin Ziqin's gaze suddenly shifted to the first vermilion chair!

I wonder if it was just Yin Ziqin's imagination...

Just as the lightning flashed, she seemed to glimpse a dusty, gray figure sitting on it.