Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Hong Tian gazed at the elegant handwriting, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Who put this under his pillow? Judging from the handwriting, it was a girl.

"Listen to them," but who are they?

He examined the small piece of paper from all angles and discovered it was a draft paper with several printed red lines on it... It was a piece of paper torn from a draft notebook issued by the school!

Could it be that the owner of this draft paper is Huang Ying?

Hong Tian had already heard Huang Ying's story and knew that she "had a mental illness" before she died. Looking at it this way, was she also haunted by a water ghost at that time?

But she's so young, and judging from her personality, she's timid and fearful, so perhaps she wouldn't dare try the methods mentioned above.

And the last sentence, about the youngest person in the group...

Minimum.

Chen Ji, Li Yinghe, and...

Hong Tian's mind flashed to the boy's smooth, youthful face, but then he remembered the boy's half-white hair and his experienced manner of speaking, and quickly dismissed his guess.

He hesitated.

But just as Hong Tian was pondering, his stomach suddenly churned, and then that familiar choking sensation returned. With a "whoosh," he spat out another mouthful of river water!

Hong Tian felt weak; he had vomited countless amounts of water since morning.

It's getting worse.

Should we really try that method?

Unable to make a decision, he couldn't help but look at the large puddle of water on the ground, at that green seaweed... that algae that had almost suffocated him, and which Chen Ji had later pulled out of his throat.

It lay limp and deflated in the water.

Hong Tian stared at the water plants, and in the water, he saw his own gloomy reflection.

His brows were furrowed, a hint of confusion in his eyes, and his mouth was slightly open—

suddenly.

That mouth closed.

Hong Tian's pupils contracted instantly; he hadn't moved at all!

But the reflection in the puddle on the ground instantly became expressionless.

The face in the reflection suddenly underwent an extremely bizarre change, becoming even more swollen than Hong Tian in reality, with its wrinkled skin peeling off in pieces!

ghost!

It's that drowned ghost that corresponds to me!

Hong Tian's heart skipped a beat. He never expected that the ghost would appear at this moment!

That familiar yet terrifying face gave him a sinister smile.

Then, the scene in the water shifted to the very first scene in the jungle when they first entered the domain.

Hong Tian faced the river and backed away step by step, while behind him, nine drowned ghosts, identical to his other teammates, followed his steps and retreated as well.

Even though it was just a reflection, Hong Tian still felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the scene again from God's perspective.

He seemed to hear the whispers of ghosts again.

"Buzzing...buzzing..."

Why did the drowned ghost show him this scene?

Just like before, in the reflection, Hong Tian stopped, raised a hand, and hit his own shoulder.

Then it paused.

Then, he turned around.

Turn around...

The image freezes.

Hong Tian's mind went blank for a moment, and instantly, goosebumps covered his entire body!

He stared in disbelief at his reflection on his own back.

That was... a ghost that was completely pale and naked.

He was curled up at an incredible angle, like a child, with his hands and legs firmly fixed to his waist and thighs!

He was carrying a ghost on his back.

A drowned ghost that looked exactly like him.

No wonder he didn't see it when he turned around, because that ghost... had been lying on his back the whole time!

How could he not have noticed?!

Hong Tian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He lowered his head stiffly. Could it be that the ghost was still on him at this moment?

But his waist was empty; there were no two pale hands that Hong Tian had feared would suddenly appear.

Just then, a sound of rippling water was heard, and the scene changed again. The ghost reappeared, this time with its entire body.

His mouth opened and closed.

Hong Tian subconsciously tried to decipher the ghost's lips.

He quickly understood what the other person was saying—

【bright】

【Night】

【try to find】

【you】

After finishing speaking.

The ghost slowly arched its back, stretched out its arms, raised its legs, and curled up, as if...

It's like lying on someone's back.

"vomit!"

Just then, Hongtian's throat spasmed, and he vomited up mud and sand mixed with river water, which smelled fishy.

The image in the water also disappeared.

"Are you OK?"

Not far away, the boy sitting on the bed looked in this direction. He had been busy with something, throwing things that looked like pebbles.

Hong Tian's face turned pale, and after a long while, he waved his hand.

His eyes were still fixed on the pale green algae on the ground, the same one that Chen Ji had pulled out, only now it was mostly covered by the mud and sand he had spat out...

Hong Tian closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, he suddenly gripped the draft paper tightly.

......

"Zhang Wenxuan doesn't have a deskmate?"

Teacher Zhan sat at his desk, looking at Chen Ji and Zhu Guang with a bewildered expression.

"Don't you have a deskmate?"

Zhu Guang was stunned. This was completely different from what he had guessed. He immediately asked, "Are the seats in the classroom where Zhang Wenxuan used to sit?"

Teacher Zhan nodded.

"So he didn't have a deskmate from the beginning?" Chen Ji also felt something was off.

"Yes."

Teacher Zhan said without even thinking.

How can it be!

Zhu Guang and Chen Ji exchanged a glance, a hint of suspicion rising in their eyes.

Rural teaching resources are very poor, but there are many students. There are more than 80 students in one class, and even the two sides of the podium are occupied. How can there be an empty seat?

Chen Ji voiced his question, and upon hearing it, Teacher Zhan paused, then frowned.

"I forgot why, but the seat next to him was always empty."

Chen Ji didn't believe it.

Chen Ji suspected that it wasn't that he didn't have a deskmate, but rather that Teacher Zhan had forgotten about him, just like she had forgotten about Ah Gou!

He pleaded for a while, and finally Teacher Zhan sighed helplessly, got up and went to get the student roster to show him.

Opening the roster and looking through it, the names of Zhang Wenxuan and Chen Ji were prominently listed.

The names of all those who entered the domain are listed, except for Ah Gou and Zheng Meng.

There are a total of 85 people in the class, just as Chen Ji counted this morning. He didn't forget to include Hong Tian in the dormitory.

"and many more."

Zhu Guang suddenly pointed to the last few lines and asked:

"Isn't there a number?"

The last few lines of the list have three serial numbers: 86, 87, and 88, but there is no information after them; it's just a blank line.

"The printing format is incorrect." Teacher Zhan paused for a moment, crossed out the three lines, and then said seriously:

"As the homeroom teacher, I certainly know better than you whether there are any missing students in the class."

“I remember every single student in the class clearly: their academic performance, family background, where they live, and whether they have made progress or regressed in any subject. I have visited the homes of each and every one of you.”

Teacher Zhan looked at Chen Ji: "You should still remember that when I went to your house to talk to your mother about your studies, I stayed at your house for a whole morning."

Chen Ji remained silent.

"So it's impossible that I once had a student and I don't remember them at all."

Teacher Zhan shook her head and put the roster back on her desk.