Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Ding Xiang said that she would send the schedule to Fei'er once it was finalized.

The earliest we can expect to see this is early next month, because in addition to recruiting new members, the "manager" is also busy preparing for the next domain event.

"Prepare?"

Chen Ji immediately grasped the meaning of the word.

For Wan Xiaoshuang, what domain... does she need to prepare specifically?

This was Wan Xiaoshuang's 7th time flying a red-eye flight.

More than three months have passed since then.

It's very possible... she has already cleared the 8th domain here and is about to enter the next difficulty level!

The 9th level and above are incomparable to the previous levels, and may even be related to the source corpse!

For example, Xu Sandao's ninth domain: Tuotuo Mountain, underground is the gate to the Great Tomb of the Creator Ghost!

Not to mention, in Chen Yuetan's 10th domain encounter, when he faced the corpse of the ghost infant, almost all of his teammates were wiped out.

And Yu Tianrong disappeared in the 13th domain for many years. If she hadn't entered the Great Tomb, no one would have known that she had actually gone to the village at the end of the domain river.

In contrast, below the 9th domain, although a ghost infant also appeared at the wedding banquet, it was just a memory, and the newcomers never actually came into contact with it.

So Wan Xiaoshuang's preparations most likely involve entering the Ninth Domain... It's very possible that once she clears it, she will directly open the Netherworld.

Recalling Wan Xiaoshuang's words and actions on the red-eye flight, Chen Ji could conclude that the sword hidden in her heart must be an A-level monster.

Thinking of the Netherworld.....

Chen Ji suddenly realized something: Xu Sandao hadn't contacted him for a long time.

Even now, he still doesn't quite understand the specific purpose of the black cloth strips made from waste materials, or what the Netherworld they transformed into looks like.

Glancing at Fei'er, who was typing on the table, Chen Ji swiped his phone and opened the chat window with Xu Sandao.

[Extreme: Are you still alive?]

......

A few days later, Xu Sandao declared that he was still alive.

I'm still in Yanjing, not in the domain yet, too busy.

The two exchanged a few words, confirming that Wan Xiaoshuang was indeed going to enter the 9th domain.

Xu Sandao also knew about the relationship between Wan Xiaoshuang and Wan Yaohong.

Wan Yaohong, as one of the six Yang people, has an even more mysterious identity than Zeng Guichuan, and all that is known is that he is stationed in Xianggang.

However, he did catch a fleeting glimpse of Wan Yaohong on the day Tang Qin died, after the company's board meeting.

This meeting left a deep impression on him:

Much more arrogant than before.

A large crowd gathered around, and as soon as they stepped outside, a luxury car picked them up.

By the way, there seems to be something wrong with his hands; even with gloves on, the bones are still very prominent.

Chen Ji wasn't too surprised; Wan Yaohong must have also undergone the transformation.

Suddenly, he remembered something: "Have you ever met Wan Xiaoshuang's sisters?"

Xu Sandao replied very quickly this time:

Her sister passed away many years ago.

[It seems he died in the domain.]

In this domain, for many years...

Chen Ji calculated the time and couldn't help but frown.

Wan Xiaoshuang's older sister is about the same age as her, and they are probably twins, as can be seen from the photos she sent before.

Many years ago, when exactly did her sister enter the domain?

Thinking of the Wan sisters in the photo, who looked like robots and devoid of emotion, Chen Ji had a vague idea of ​​why Wan Xiaoshuang had broken off ties with Wan Yaohong.

After chatting with Xu Sandao for a few more minutes, the other party said he had to go back to his room to handle some work, and then the conversation ended.

Chen Ji sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

No one was home; my uncle had taken Wusu out. The house was extremely quiet.

Deng Deng Deng!

The sound of Marimba's phone notification suddenly pulled Chen Ji out of his reverie.

An unfamiliar number, originating from southern Yunnan.

who is it?

Chen Ji answered the phone without saying a word.

A few seconds later, a tired female voice rang out:

"Hey?"

"Chen Ji? I am Dao Wuyan."

Chen Ji immediately sat up straight, picked up the draft paper and pen beside him, and replied, "It's me."

After the wedding banquet, he called Dao Wuyan several times, but each time the call was forwarded to voicemail.

"...Hello, this is Dao Wuyan. I am currently on leave and not on duty at the moment."

The voice is exactly the same as the female voice that's calling now.

"Sorry for the late return call." Dao Wuyan's tone was somewhat embarrassed: "That was my work number, I haven't used it since after the New Year."

Where did you get that phone number?

"Teacher Zhou gave me your business card," Chen Ji said.

“Oh, you went to No. 5 Middle School…” Dao Wuyan murmured.

She paused for a few seconds, then asked directly:

"Did you go to the cemetery I told you about?"

The cemetery... Rowling's grave.

Chen Ji was taken aback. So the poster was Dao Wuyan, not Luo Lin's son as he had previously guessed.

"Hmm." His reply had barely faded when Dao Wuyan continued:

"Then let's get straight to the point."

"Luo Lin passed away in January 2012. That day was New Year's Day and also the Laba Festival. The place of death was... in my neighborhood."

This statement contained so much information that it stunned Chen Ji.

So, that means...

Dao Wuyan is not just a reporter investigating a case, but a witness to Luo Lin's death!

“I was in junior high school at that time,” Dao Wuyan said. “My family lived in a new community back then. The location was very remote, and there was basically no development around it, but because the price was cheap, nearly a thousand households still lived there.”

"Around the first day of the twelfth lunar month, my mother told me that a couple was coming to stay at my house for a while."

"My mother told me to call them: Aunt Luo and Uncle Jiang."

Chen Ji immediately made a note: Luo Lin and Jiang Lei from the Thirteenth Bureau are staying at Dao Wuyan's house.

“My mother didn’t notice, but I knew they were definitely not a couple.” Dao Wuyan spoke slowly, as if recalling: “Their most intimate behavior was writing and drawing at a table. I later discovered that Uncle Jiang always slept on the floor at night.”

"Aunt Luo, also known as Luo Lin, always has red eyes... She always looks very sad."

"One day I asked her why, and she was silent for a long time before telling me that two people who were very important to her had passed away."

two.

Chen Ji confirmed his thoughts.

Dao Wuyan continued, "It was around the evening of the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, around ten or eleven o'clock? I forgot. I only remember that my parents had gone out of town that day. I was about to go to sleep when Luo Lin came downstairs and his complexion turned very bad."

She said the gate to our community was locked.

"Later I saw her making a phone call, but for some reason, not only her, but the whole neighborhood lost signal."

"Uncle Jiang also seemed a little nervous, but he still comforted me and told me not to be afraid."

"Then... the power went out in the neighborhood."

Dao Wuyan's voice trembled slightly: "I don't know what happened. The neighborhood gradually became noisy, and just then, there was a knock on my door."

"Three consecutive sounds, plop plop plop, very regular."

"A few seconds later, a sliver of light peeked out from under the door, as if a voice-activated light had been turned on."

"Then Luo Lin pulled me away and used tape to seal up every gap in the windows and doors of the house."

"Voice-activated lights? Didn't your neighborhood have a power outage?" Chen Ji suddenly asked.

"..."

“Yes.” Dao Wuyan said softly, “So, a few minutes later, when I went to check again, there was no light outside the door.”

"The light appeared in front of the building across from my house."

Her voice was filled with intense fear: "That's when I realized it wasn't a lamp at all!"

"It's not a glowing human skin!"

"I saw it with my own eyes, little by little, squeeze through the crack in the building's main door!"