Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chen Ji immediately calculated the time.

He had already entered the tomb by then, but then the tomb door malfunctioned, the ghost transformed, and he escaped.

According to the letter from the tin mine, Wang Chao has returned to Yanjing.

Logically, nothing should happen now... but the strange phenomena in Dao Wuyan's neighborhood clearly indicate that he intended to kill again.

Why? For experimentation? No, it's already been experimented with in the mine!

Filled with questions, he continued listening to Dao Wuyan's explanation:

"I heard Uncle Jiang and Luo Lin say that Zeng's health has deteriorated again."

“I asked, ‘Who was he?’ They didn’t answer, only saying that he was a fugitive they had been hunting.”

"Before I could even ask about the human skin, they both left the house, telling me to reseal the door with tape..."

Dao Wuyan's voice grew softer and softer.

"I'm very scared."

"I hid in bed, too scared to look down, until I heard someone knocking on the door after what seemed like forever."

Chen Ji's eyes narrowed.

“There is no light,” Dao Wuyan added. “Uncle Jiang is outside the door, his voice is very weak, and he asked me to open the door.”

Jiang Lei...Where's Luo Lin?

Chen Ji noticed this.

"I opened the door, and sure enough, it was Uncle Jiang. He kept coughing up blood, looked much thinner, and could barely speak!"

"I asked him where Aunt Luo was, but he asked me back, 'Which Aunt Luo?' I was completely stunned. Just then, he suddenly started scratching his face, saying it was itchy!"

"When I shone a flashlight on him, I saw... under his face, there were lines that looked like varicose veins, wriggling around!"

"At that moment, I suddenly heard faint footsteps coming from the stairwell... It sounded like someone was running up the stairs while shouting loudly."

"She said..."

"Little Knife, run!"

Chen Ji's breath hitched for a moment.

If he's not mistaken...

Dao Wuyan confirmed his idea:

"I was in a state of confusion at the time. Wouldn't it have been easier to run into that human skin if I went downstairs?"

"But for some reason, I still went out, but Uncle Jiang didn't move."

"A rustling sound came from his body, which made me uneasy. When I was almost at the top of the stairs, I suddenly heard the sound of a coat slipping to the ground."

I turned around and only saw...

“A faintly glowing human skin was stuck to Uncle Jiang’s back, staring intently at me.”

"It has always been there."

"Right on Uncle Jiang's back."

"He brought human skin... into his home."

Chen Ji immediately pressed on, "Do you remember what human skin looks like?"

“It’s Zeng Guichuan.” Dao Wuyan seemed to know what he wanted to ask: “I later found his photo online, and it looks exactly like the face of the human skin.”

She sighed softly and quickly recounted what happened next.

Dao Wuyan was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, and was pushed into the stairwell by Luo Lin who ran upstairs.

That night, she hid in the bushes downstairs, trembling with fear.

She didn't find out until the next day, when someone climbed over the wall and called the police...

Rowling died in the hallway outside her house.

Her death was strange; her entire body was severely burned, as if she had swallowed a scalding hot ball of carbon.

During the autopsy, a shrunken, dried, transparent sheet-like object, resembling a piece of squid, was found in her abdomen.

Jiang Lei was incoherent and was sent to the hospital. Dao Wuyan never saw him again after that.

The human skin disappeared.

Apart from Luo Lin, none of the nearly one thousand households in the entire community suffered any injuries or fatalities.

Later, Dao Wuyan discovered that the signal tower and cables near his residential area had been damaged by an excavator, the kind used for mining.

Two weeks ago, the residential complex was acquired by a real estate company from Hunan and Hong Kong.

No new employees have been sent yet.

But they took all the residents' information.

The excavator was removed by Xianggang Real Estate personnel the next day.

It was then that she suddenly connected all of this... with the Chuncheng serial murder case.

These people died not from ghosts, but from human intervention!

That is, "曾".

A week later, she asked her parents to inquire about the location of Luo Lin's burial... It was a remote old cemetery, not the one Dao Wuyan had told Chen Ji about.

A simple tombstone with only a name, no photo.

There, Dao Wuyan saw a boy kneeling before the grave, weeping bitterly, and took a photograph.

She sent the photo to Chen Ji.

It's a group photo.

front:

The woman in the middle is Luo Lin, dressed simply, with a slight smile on her face.

She hugged her two children tightly.

On the left is Rohan, looking helpless.

The child on the right is a year or two older than Rohan, with black hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He has one hand behind Rohan's head, making a funny gesture.

Reverse side:

My mom took my cousin and me to the amusement park!!

Dao Wuyan said softly, "My intuition tells me that the crying boy is Luo Lin's son... I called out to him and asked him to come and stay at my house, but he shook his head and left."

"After that, I never saw him again."

"Did you see his face?" Chen Ji asked.

“No,” Dao Wuyan said. “He never turned around.”

“I visit the grave of Luo Lin every year. A few years ago, the people at the cemetery told me that her grave had been moved and gave me a new address.”

"Until the Lunar New Year, I received a text message that told me the name of my hotel and asked me to go talk to Chen Ji about this matter... I don't know who sent it to me."

Her voice betrayed a hint of weariness as she said, "I'll compile the clues I've gathered over the years, the real estate company in Xianggang, and the records of Zeng's company's illegal activities into a document and send it to you later."

"I posted those kinds of messages too, but it didn't work; the timing was wrong."

"The truth can only be revealed to the public if someone has died."

"I dare not do any more... After all, my parents are getting old, and I want them to enjoy their old age in peace."

Chen Ji understood and said softly, "You've already done a lot."

"Thank you, the information you provided was very useful."

"I'd like to trouble you with something else. Could you check if there's any record of the people who moved Luo Lin's tomb in the old cemetery?"

Dao Wuyan agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ji sat on the sofa in silence for a long time.

Dao Wuyan is right.

Unless Zeng Guichuan dies, everything else is in vain... Only when Zeng Guichuan dies can we truly avenge those who died for Chuncheng, the miners of the tin mine and Tuotuo Mountain, and Luo Lin.

Chen Ji himself and Zeng Guichuan were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

He stared at the marks on his hand; two dots glowed red, and the third was already mostly lit up...

The pen floated out and pointed meaningfully at the third star, as if hinting at something.

"Netherworld."

Chen Ji muttered to himself, "It will be soon."