Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

After a while.

Looking at the floor tiles restored to their original state, Chen Ji felt a mix of emotions.

He turned his head and looked at the pen and the little monkey. The two strange creatures were hiding to the side, seemingly exchanging something.

Chen Ji had a vague feeling that the little monkey was making a deal with the pen.

"So 'saving me' is to negotiate with the pen...?" Chen Ji's lips twitched.

I'm not very satisfied with the fountain pen.

The pen shook its cap, as if in refusal.

The little monkey glared resentfully at the pen, then pointed to its dirty tail, which, though stuffed with cotton again, was still soaked and tangled with wet fur.

The pen is carefully considered.

The little monkey approached step by step.

The pen hesitated.

The little monkey scratched the corner of its mouth.

The pen nodded.

Transaction is over.

The pen floated back like a gust of wind and slipped into Chen Ji's pocket.

Why didn't you just open the first stage of the Netherworld earlier?

Its tone was very irritable:

We had to wait for it to make its appearance.

"......"

Chen Ji was silent for two seconds before saying, "If I open the first stage of the Netherworld too frequently, it will affect your second stage, right?"

The fountain pen did not make a very clear statement on this point.

However, Chen Ji had already noticed that the pen had gone to rest after using the first stage of the Netherworld.

It's not forced hibernation.

Instead, they take the initiative to rest.

In connection with what it said before, the second phase has a time limit, otherwise it could easily get out of control.

The pen fell silent.

Chen Ji patted him and put the little monkey on his back. He could clearly see that the little monkey was in a good mood.

What kind of deal did you make?

Chen Ji murmured to himself again.

You'll find out soon enough.

The pen sighed, seemingly reluctant to discuss the matter.

Both silly snakes and mud figures are acceptable.

Why a monkey of all?

"Stupid snake, mud man..."

A basilisk, a terracotta figurine? Chen Ji's eyes flickered slightly:

"Little monkey wants to enter my Netherworld?"

That's mine.

【mine】

[Fountain pen]

Do you understand?

"Uh-huh."

Chen Ji gave a somewhat perfunctory response.

He listened to the pen mutter a few times, then fell silent.

The pen allows other ghosts to join his ghost realm, but not the monkey... Why?

Worried about losing control?

Chen Ji felt something was off. Could it be? His Netherworld was personally certified by the Zhenshui Earthworm and opened with a fountain pen, right?

The thought flashed through Chen Ji's mind quickly, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, whoever it was, they were all his strange creatures.

All are family.

He was now focused on something else: the strange liquid on the ground!

This time, he carefully tiptoed and slowly approached.

A strong, fishy smell wafted over.

It really does taste like blood...

Chen Ji picked up his pen, dipped it in the ground, and realized that even if it was blood, it wasn't quite normal.

It looks like ink that has been diluted many times over.

It was transparent with wisps of thick, black viscous liquid mixed in. Was this demon blood?

Having noted the appearance and smell of the strange slime, Chen Ji turned to look at the stone slab.

He suddenly paused, startled.

Under the trespassing law, his number has been deleted!

Also missing were Thief No. 0 and Zhang Cheng, No. 2.

The invitation letter... required a signature. Did Zhang Cheng sign it for him?

But how did Zhang Cheng know his name?

Could he be a thief? But why would he help me?

Chen Ji frowned slightly. Regardless of whether it was Zhang Cheng or not, the thief must be in the study.

But he didn't go up via the elevator, so he most likely entered the third floor via the spiral staircase...

I don't know how they managed to evade the officers' search.

Who is this person?

Chen Ji's heart skipped a beat; he had a feeling that this child gave him a very familiar feeling...

......

Looking at the winding trail of slime, Zhang Cheng hesitated.

The liquid flowed all the way into the doorway in front of them.

The door was tightly shut.

"A 1/2 probability."

Xu Chuan said, pointing to another door next to him, "Which one do you choose?"

There are a total of 4 rooms, one of which connects to the restaurant, and another has a spiral staircase inside.

The atonement box is in one of the remaining two rooms, but Xu Chuan said he didn't know which one it was.

Zhang Cheng decided to go and check out the room with the slime.

Although there is a high probability that the law enforcement officer will reappear here, it also means that Du Muyu may be inside as well.

Zhang Cheng left a small mark on the door to remind Chen Ji that they had gone inside.

Chen Ji was not seen on the third floor.

Zhang Cheng felt uneasy, but he always felt that Chen Ji gave people a very reliable feeling and shouldn't be discovered by law enforcement officers.

Pushing open the door, the two stepped into a long corridor.

"Another corridor?"

Zhang Cheng muttered to himself, looked around, and suddenly paused.

and many more......

This corridor seems a little different?

The four sides were no longer made of stone bricks, but dirty white walls with shoe prints left by children.

Just then, he suddenly heard an unstable electrical sound coming from above his head.

Squeak—squeak

Electricity! Zhang Cheng looked up and exclaimed in surprise, "There's an electric light here!"

An old incandescent bulb hangs quietly on the ceiling, its light dim.

It's as if a vintage filter has been applied to this corridor.

The sticky water stains on the floor disappeared after we entered the corridor... Did Du Muyu leave?

He led Xu Chuan forward slowly, and the deeper they went, the stranger it felt.

This doesn't look like a castle.

Instead, it made him hallucinate about the old neighborhood where he used to live.

Along the way, they passed several iron gates, some of which were even decorated with Spring Festival couplets, but none of them could be opened.

Zhang Cheng tried to peer inside and found that there was basic furniture, but it was all extremely fake and flat, like a 2D picture.

At the end of the corridor was an open iron door.

Zhang Cheng stopped in his tracks. He hesitated, feeling that there was no way there could be an atonement box here!

"Xu Chuan—"

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to discuss with Xu Chuan whether to continue forward, his expression suddenly changed drastically!

Xu Chuan has disappeared!

When did Xu Chuan disappear?

Just then, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the house at the end of the way.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's voice rang out:

Hello everyone!

"Welcome to the morning news. Just like last week, flights out of the city are still extremely difficult to book..."

The sounds behind were disrupted by electrical noise.

Zhang Cheng stood frozen in place.

A sudden chill ran through him.

In the deep, dark corridor, only the room at the end was lit, and the sound of the television echoed and repeated in the corridor like a chant.

Hello everyone!

"Welcome to the morning news. Just like last week, flights out of the city are still extremely difficult to book..."

A drop of icy water, like rain, suddenly hit Zhang Cheng.

He looked up in bewilderment, but there was nothing on the ceiling.

In the shadows, he squinted and strained to see, only to spot a string of wet watermarks.

I don't know when it was left behind...

The watermark spread to the far end of the room.

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and walked very slowly toward the small house at the end of the road.